Post by alysen on Jan 21, 2007 16:43:00 GMT -5
The characters gathered at Joslyn museum for the open event celebrating the inclusion of the new statue into the permanent collection.
The museum itself is full of humans, but as more and more Fae arrive, it is noticed that they appear to ignore the physical features on even the most bestial of us. No one seems to be giving a second look at the Siren with the reddish horns sprouting from her fiery hair. Stranger still, the only reason the humans appear to be staring at the ferret Pookha at all is because of the heavy, musky scent wafting from her and the small infant she carries in a sling.
The Fae notice an immediate change as they walk into the statue room. A wave of magic overcomes them and they each get the distinct impression that they are closer to the mists then they have been during their entire exile.
As individuals attempt to test this by using minor birthrights, the air thickens with the sights and smells of Fae magic. It becomes so dense at one point that the Fae themselves begin to feel as if they have walked into a pocket of the Fae lands itself.
It feels like home.
The Fae are inexplicably drawn to the table near the statue where the museum director has provided clay and tools to encourage patrons to create their own art and gain inspiration from the master works surrounding them.
Each Fae creates something out of the clay and leaves it on the table to be enjoyed...or criticized by the others.
These creatures are just beginning to reach out to one another, to understand that they are all exiled here on the earth-world when a small yellow canary flies into the room, searching for an exit.
She flits from place to place and some are beginning to think she may be more than she seems. One of the Fae reach out and snatch her from the air and their suspicions are confirmed as she squeals and transforms into the body of a tiny human with large, yellow bird-like wings. A Windsinger.
At this point, the last human remaining in the room leaves in a rush. Uncertain of exactly what he may have seen, the other Fae let him go, un-hassled.
Known among the Fae as spies, usually for the Unseelie court, the tiny creature is immediately questioned. She claims her name is Keerie Whitesting and she was just passing through the earth-world as a shortcut when she found herself drawn here.
Unable to escape, she is frustrated and somewhat hostile.
The Fae break back up into their various conversations, some speaking to Keerie, others ignoring her like a common insect. Many of the Fae realize that while they were distracted with the Windsinger, the statue has moved.
It hasn't been bumped or shifted, in fact, the entire statue is now in a totally different position. Where he was earlier pointing his bow and arrow into the sky, his bow is now put away and his hands are lifting into the air, apparently releasing a small stone bird which is just leaving the tips of his fingers.
The Windsinger promises that she has information for the exiles if they will just help her to leave this place. Hope, a centaur tries the most direct route by picking up the small creature and walking through the doorway. Panicked by being handled again, Keerie exposes the poison spurs at her feet and injects Hope's hands.
Both cry out and Hope does her best to throw the pain-causing creature through the doorway. Landing ungracefully on the floor, Keerie curls in pain as other Fae come running to the sound of her and Hope's yells.
Once their wounds are tended and the Fae calm a bit, Kiernan does his best to begin opening some sort of magical doorway in the wall itself. Everyone feels the air in the room thicken with magic and their senses are assaulted with a variety of sights and smells - - so much magic has been used this night it is becoming difficult to determine whose resonance still lingers.
Without warning, a large reddish cloud opens in the center of the room near the ceiling, and a male creature is thrown out onto the floor.
The Unseelie recognize this newly cast out Fae as one of the Long Dark Queene's personal guard. One of the Frumentaari. Muan, among the Queene's favored is recognized as not just one of the guard, but the grown up Summerchild himself. Before any can get a very close look at him, however, a green goblin female in poorly-fitting clothing rushes from a dark corner to embrace the wretched and confused exile.
Worrying about the scene they are beginning to make, the Fae decide to relocate to the home of Kiernan where they can discuss privately their options in regard to the statue, the mists, and each other.
Kiernan's home is a bit of a shock, even to the Fae. Every wall is covered in dark posters of bands and other pop culture representations. In addition to the posters, there are literally hundreds of clocks all throughout the house. They are all set at different times and appear to have little or no comparison to actual human time as the Fae understand it.
While the Fae are getting to know each other in this strange environment, Kiernan becomes more and more agitated, acting out his anger on some of the Fae, especially Muan, the newest among them, and eventually begins some sort of ritual right there in the living room.
Breaking up bits of glass to create a mirror/door, he then "feeds" it his own blood and requests that all Fae who wish to return to the Fae Lands with him feed his mirror with their blood as well.
This bloody, visceral ritual is exactly the sort of tasteless behavior expected of the Unseelie by the Seelie Fae and it is this ritual that seems to further split the two factions even here, among the exiles.
One of the Seelie, Menalaus, agrees to give his blood at the shock of his court-mates. Once done, he converses with the Seelie in the hallway and a giant wave of magic surges through the house.
The blood in the mirror reverses and forces itself back into the bodies of those who donated it while Menelaus himself is thrown forcibly back into the living room. He sits up in surprise and when he opens his mouth to speak, a violent stream of sand comes rushing forth like a river.
Everyone stares, frozen - - and then there was only silence.
After taking a few moments to recover, Kiernan begins working on the mirror-door again. The Fae who gathered that night slowly begin to trickle out, thanking the half-mad Sidhe for his hospitality.
Some leave alone, others in groups to complete their own objectives. Still others stay behind, watching Kiernan bleed in the hope that some part of him is sane enough to really create this door back home.
The museum itself is full of humans, but as more and more Fae arrive, it is noticed that they appear to ignore the physical features on even the most bestial of us. No one seems to be giving a second look at the Siren with the reddish horns sprouting from her fiery hair. Stranger still, the only reason the humans appear to be staring at the ferret Pookha at all is because of the heavy, musky scent wafting from her and the small infant she carries in a sling.
The Fae notice an immediate change as they walk into the statue room. A wave of magic overcomes them and they each get the distinct impression that they are closer to the mists then they have been during their entire exile.
As individuals attempt to test this by using minor birthrights, the air thickens with the sights and smells of Fae magic. It becomes so dense at one point that the Fae themselves begin to feel as if they have walked into a pocket of the Fae lands itself.
It feels like home.
The Fae are inexplicably drawn to the table near the statue where the museum director has provided clay and tools to encourage patrons to create their own art and gain inspiration from the master works surrounding them.
Each Fae creates something out of the clay and leaves it on the table to be enjoyed...or criticized by the others.
These creatures are just beginning to reach out to one another, to understand that they are all exiled here on the earth-world when a small yellow canary flies into the room, searching for an exit.
She flits from place to place and some are beginning to think she may be more than she seems. One of the Fae reach out and snatch her from the air and their suspicions are confirmed as she squeals and transforms into the body of a tiny human with large, yellow bird-like wings. A Windsinger.
At this point, the last human remaining in the room leaves in a rush. Uncertain of exactly what he may have seen, the other Fae let him go, un-hassled.
Known among the Fae as spies, usually for the Unseelie court, the tiny creature is immediately questioned. She claims her name is Keerie Whitesting and she was just passing through the earth-world as a shortcut when she found herself drawn here.
Unable to escape, she is frustrated and somewhat hostile.
The Fae break back up into their various conversations, some speaking to Keerie, others ignoring her like a common insect. Many of the Fae realize that while they were distracted with the Windsinger, the statue has moved.
It hasn't been bumped or shifted, in fact, the entire statue is now in a totally different position. Where he was earlier pointing his bow and arrow into the sky, his bow is now put away and his hands are lifting into the air, apparently releasing a small stone bird which is just leaving the tips of his fingers.
The Windsinger promises that she has information for the exiles if they will just help her to leave this place. Hope, a centaur tries the most direct route by picking up the small creature and walking through the doorway. Panicked by being handled again, Keerie exposes the poison spurs at her feet and injects Hope's hands.
Both cry out and Hope does her best to throw the pain-causing creature through the doorway. Landing ungracefully on the floor, Keerie curls in pain as other Fae come running to the sound of her and Hope's yells.
Once their wounds are tended and the Fae calm a bit, Kiernan does his best to begin opening some sort of magical doorway in the wall itself. Everyone feels the air in the room thicken with magic and their senses are assaulted with a variety of sights and smells - - so much magic has been used this night it is becoming difficult to determine whose resonance still lingers.
Without warning, a large reddish cloud opens in the center of the room near the ceiling, and a male creature is thrown out onto the floor.
The Unseelie recognize this newly cast out Fae as one of the Long Dark Queene's personal guard. One of the Frumentaari. Muan, among the Queene's favored is recognized as not just one of the guard, but the grown up Summerchild himself. Before any can get a very close look at him, however, a green goblin female in poorly-fitting clothing rushes from a dark corner to embrace the wretched and confused exile.
Worrying about the scene they are beginning to make, the Fae decide to relocate to the home of Kiernan where they can discuss privately their options in regard to the statue, the mists, and each other.
Kiernan's home is a bit of a shock, even to the Fae. Every wall is covered in dark posters of bands and other pop culture representations. In addition to the posters, there are literally hundreds of clocks all throughout the house. They are all set at different times and appear to have little or no comparison to actual human time as the Fae understand it.
While the Fae are getting to know each other in this strange environment, Kiernan becomes more and more agitated, acting out his anger on some of the Fae, especially Muan, the newest among them, and eventually begins some sort of ritual right there in the living room.
Breaking up bits of glass to create a mirror/door, he then "feeds" it his own blood and requests that all Fae who wish to return to the Fae Lands with him feed his mirror with their blood as well.
This bloody, visceral ritual is exactly the sort of tasteless behavior expected of the Unseelie by the Seelie Fae and it is this ritual that seems to further split the two factions even here, among the exiles.
One of the Seelie, Menalaus, agrees to give his blood at the shock of his court-mates. Once done, he converses with the Seelie in the hallway and a giant wave of magic surges through the house.
The blood in the mirror reverses and forces itself back into the bodies of those who donated it while Menelaus himself is thrown forcibly back into the living room. He sits up in surprise and when he opens his mouth to speak, a violent stream of sand comes rushing forth like a river.
Everyone stares, frozen - - and then there was only silence.
After taking a few moments to recover, Kiernan begins working on the mirror-door again. The Fae who gathered that night slowly begin to trickle out, thanking the half-mad Sidhe for his hospitality.
Some leave alone, others in groups to complete their own objectives. Still others stay behind, watching Kiernan bleed in the hope that some part of him is sane enough to really create this door back home.