Thread: Wrath of Sidhe (Alvis & Malicious)

Etarlm levelled his glare at those around the throne room, the King smiled at him, as though indulging the tantrum of a child. Etarlm settled on a few decidedly unpleasant punishments for the King for that glance alone. But all his powers were bound, he was as good as mortal right now. And now my good daughter has come to meet her new betrothed! Good hargrim, what is his name? The king boomed out. He had a powerful voice, one that carried easily throughout the room. Etarlm knew that with teh right motivation and effort, and his powers returned, he could make a sinlge word drive all mortals within earshot to deafness. Perhaps he would show these creatures such someday. He and I were not on the greatest of terms when he was captured my King. This is is...not as co-operative as the brides have been in the past. Hargrim answered. The King nodded. Then remove the binding on his jaw, and allow him to speak. Hargrim thought about objecting, but knew that it would avil him to nothing. The First and weakest binding would be coming off soon enough no matter what he did. The plate of rune scribed Cold iron came away from Etarlm's mouth, and the Sidhe lord worked his jaw, glad to have been freed. He drew on his power, as deeply as he could. Normally this would bring a rush of strength, winfds would rise around him, the very lights dimming in the face of such. Now, he barely felt a trickle where he should have felt a torrential flood. Even the majority of the power found in his voice was sealed away. But there was the barest hint of power there. He would have to take what he could get. Now then, good soul of the Sidhe, what do they call you? The king asked. Etarlm looked at the man, and then to the woman beside him. She was hauntingly beautiful in the way only a Sidhe woman could be, and what was more, he recognized her. Bound as he was, he lokoed haggard enough that most would not recognize him, but he knew her from the last time they had sent away a banished. He'd delivered this one too. I am Etarlm, Deliverer of the Banished, Lord of the Silver Wastes, Baron of the Highest Courts, and more than once Consort to teh Queen of Air and Darkness herself. He said with as much acid venom in his voice as he could muster. The King seemed unmoved. His wife however, paled instantly, recognizing him now by name. She elaned to her husband, and murmured a few word. He shook his head. No, I think not. There is no way to ensure that another man of the Sidhe could even be found. And this one will do nicely. Besides, my eldest has liad eye on him. Tradition states we must proceed! Elarinya, be known to Etarlm. Good Sidhe, be known to your wife. The King announced. Etarlm turned his gaze to the girl. The blood of the Sidhe was in her all right, though the banishment had robbed her mother of much of the power that she had once wielded. It made it impossible to pass on much of the traits that would have made this girl a true descendant. She lacked the subtle point to the ear that so many Sidhe ladies had, the crystaline edge to her eye colour, the almost feline pupil that was rpesent in the High Born Sidhe. She was so...human. Though he did admit that there was enough of the Sidhe within her to at least make her appealing in a way. She had the flowing, willowy build, the delicacy of features, and at least they did not have the dreadful fashion sense of so many humans. Etarlm pushed himself to his feet. He had to survive for now. Vengeance woudl come, but it would come later. Greetings to thee, princess of this Human realms. Hail and well met to thee. He said to her with a edge of strange courtesy. He added another short phrase in a lilting, almost musical language. The wife of the King, Elarinya's mother, paled and looked away. Decades had not dulled her memory of her native tongue, though she was still bound by ancient oath and decree of her people to not teach such to the mortal realm. She did not know if Etarlm was bound by those oaths, being a member of the Highest Court he would have more freedom in his actons than she had.