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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6808753" data-attributes="member: 6696971">In the gardens of the Summer Queen's palace, flowers the size of giants predominate.&nbsp; Flanking you on either side of your twisting jaunt are fields of enormous red poppies stretching as far as the eye can see.&nbsp; When you come to your final stop, an unfathomably beautiful nymph crosses your path.&nbsp; Aloft on dragonfly wings and born to the very wind itself, Shy-ello-le-indria is a sylph and the master scout of the northern territories for the Star Court.&nbsp; She is tasked primarily with monitoring the Feydark entrance to the Fomorian city of Vor Thomill.&nbsp; This is the same territory where the patrol recently came up missing.&nbsp; If she is here, she is debriefing the Summer Queen on some important goings-on.&nbsp; She locks eyes with Otthor and shifts so her &quot;barely there&quot; gown reveals her bosom, both quite purposefully.&nbsp; A quick flirtatious smile later and she flies off without a look back.The words of Tiandra, the Summer Queen, ring out like melodic wind chimes.&nbsp; &quot;Mardu (the playful acronym she likes to use for Master of the Arcane Duelists), Saerie, I am here.&quot;&nbsp; The final bend reveals her sitting in the comfy center of a massive sunflower, her legs dangling freely.&nbsp; A tiny girl rests on her lap.&nbsp; The Summer Queen is holding a hair-braiding workshop (she holds many a workshop on beauty maintenance and the arts) for a few dozen boys and girls.&nbsp; They are all looking on very attentively, beautiful dolls with life-like hair across their own laps.She speaks to the girl in her lap quietly which elicits a sweet snicker from the child.&nbsp; The flower then dutifully bends near to the ground so the two of them can &quot;dismount.&quot;&nbsp; She instructs the students on a project and excuses herself for awhile.&quot;I have some news and it seems so do you.&nbsp; Let us walk.&quot;&nbsp; She points out a particular sun-drenched pathway which winds up giant branches and ultimately leads to a staggering butterfly garden.&nbsp; When you are enough removed from tender ears she subtly frowns (a sight not seen very often) despite the beauty around you.&nbsp; &quot;Several members of the patrol were consumed by a vile Fomorian, an act of aggression not seen in a decade.&nbsp; The two proud warriors unfortunate enough to survive were taken captive.&nbsp; The Carrion King (the &quot;everywhere-at-once&quot; myconid archfey of the Feydark) revealed to me that they have been ushered to the fighting pits of Vor Thomill.&nbsp; Shy-ello-le-indria witnessed a contingent of Winter Fey, led by a female Bralani Wintersoul (she looks at you pointedly at that mention), entering the Feydark entrance of the Fomorian stronghold less than a fortnight ago.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 6808753, member: 6696971"] In the gardens of the Summer Queen's palace, flowers the size of giants predominate. Flanking you on either side of your twisting jaunt are fields of enormous red poppies stretching as far as the eye can see. When you come to your final stop, an unfathomably beautiful nymph crosses your path. Aloft on dragonfly wings and born to the very wind itself, Shy-ello-le-indria is a sylph and the master scout of the northern territories for the Star Court. She is tasked primarily with monitoring the Feydark entrance to the Fomorian city of Vor Thomill. This is the same territory where the patrol recently came up missing. If she is here, she is debriefing the Summer Queen on some important goings-on. She locks eyes with Otthor and shifts so her "barely there" gown reveals her bosom, both quite purposefully. A quick flirtatious smile later and she flies off without a look back. The words of Tiandra, the Summer Queen, ring out like melodic wind chimes. "Mardu (the playful acronym she likes to use for Master of the Arcane Duelists), Saerie, I am here." The final bend reveals her sitting in the comfy center of a massive sunflower, her legs dangling freely. A tiny girl rests on her lap. The Summer Queen is holding a hair-braiding workshop (she holds many a workshop on beauty maintenance and the arts) for a few dozen boys and girls. They are all looking on very attentively, beautiful dolls with life-like hair across their own laps. She speaks to the girl in her lap quietly which elicits a sweet snicker from the child. The flower then dutifully bends near to the ground so the two of them can "dismount." She instructs the students on a project and excuses herself for awhile. "I have some news and it seems so do you. Let us walk." She points out a particular sun-drenched pathway which winds up giant branches and ultimately leads to a staggering butterfly garden. When you are enough removed from tender ears she subtly frowns (a sight not seen very often) despite the beauty around you. "Several members of the patrol were consumed by a vile Fomorian, an act of aggression not seen in a decade. The two proud warriors unfortunate enough to survive were taken captive. The Carrion King (the "everywhere-at-once" myconid archfey of the Feydark) revealed to me that they have been ushered to the fighting pits of Vor Thomill. Shy-ello-le-indria witnessed a contingent of Winter Fey, led by a female Bralani Wintersoul (she looks at you pointedly at that mention), entering the Feydark entrance of the Fomorian stronghold less than a fortnight ago." [/QUOTE]

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