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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 1002634" data-attributes="member: 2292">Wednesday, September 20th, continued Wintermoon kneels down, looking Yip in the eyes."You must help me," he explains.  "We must stop your comrades from hurting my soldiers.  You will follow my lead, little scaly-kin."Yip nods, and the fey-lord stands and calls into the mist.  His voice booms unnaturally loud through the air."I have your lizard-creature.  If you do not wish him to die, you will surrender yourselves into my justice."In the mist Halgo, Blarth and Geoffrey stand in a tight circle, blades at the ready.  "Do we believe him," Halgo asks.  "Yip may already be dead," Geoffrey says.  "We stay put and kill anything that comes near.""Yip still alive," Yip calls at Wintermoons prodding.  "Yip surrendered."The three Copperheads stand still for the space of a few breaths, listening to the sounds of creatures moving in the thick mist."Okay," Geoffrey mutters.  "Head back to the fire.  If we surrender, I want to be able to see them coming."The air around the fire is still clear, giving the three Copperheads a field of vision almost thirty feet wide.  After the clinging claustrophobia of the fog cloud, such limitations are almost welcome.  Seconds after they take their new positions, Yip scampers into the clearing with a spooked look on his face."Let us make no mistake, mortals, I'm going to kill you," Wintermoons voice echoes out of the mist.  "But first I want you to know that doom is upon you.  To feel the looming knowledge of death more keenly than any of your kind.  To murder one of the folk is a serious thing, even one such as Valea.""Murder?" Geoffrey calls back.  "Who murdered.  We were trying to save her, not kill her.  Her own craving for blood got her killed.  She attacked us and we had no choice but to defend ourselves.""You lie," Wintermoon says.  The hiss of a dozen goblins fills the air, and the sound of bow-strings being pulled taut fills the air.  "She spoke of your callous murder, you betrayal.""She lied," Geoffrey says simply.  "Why would we kill a fey, a women yet, if we had any choice in the matter."Silence fills the air.  The copperheads hold their breath, hoping the fairies in the mist are contemplating Geoffrey's words."Your words ring true," Wintermoon says, but the words are hesitant and unconvinced.  "Every magic I have says it is so, but my soul tells me you lie.""Then you're soul is wrong," Haglo says.  "It tells you what you want to believe."Silence again fills the air, and slowly the mist melts away.  When it is gone only four fey remain standing around the party - the rat, the jester, Relmarn and Wintermoon.  They fey-lords countenance is confused, rapidly shifting from emotion to emotion, and the faintest streak of blond is starting to manifest in his dark hair."You have bought yourself a reprieve with wisdom," the fey says, his voice slowly taking on a rich timbre that had been absence moments before.  "I will think on this, commune once more with my beloved's soul.  If what you have said proves false, I shall return..."In an instant, the blond in his hair is gone and his voice goes cold and deathly once more."...And I will slay you for your crime."Four fey slowly fade from view as the collective breath of the Copperheads is released."What in hell was that about?" Geoffrey asks.Halgo shakes his head, just as confused.  Blarth shrugs."Puny Fairy," he says, then goes back to his dinner.</blockquote>

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