Thread: A Fairy's Tale

Luca's eyebrows knitted with worry as she settled down next to the now full sized woman, even if she wasn't near the master's size. Junga too settled close by as she began to knit and weave odd pads out of the shining silver thread her body produced. There are many others here besides us, some in plain sight and others in strange portals that are here... and not at the same time. I'm not sure why everyone was brought here but there are a few similar things that include all of us. The master seems to have a facination of the rare and unique, not just for spell components but I've seen creatures here that I thought were only myth and legend. Some of the things he brings have no purpose that I can concive for any sort of spell work but from what I guess only live in this place because of their rarity, regardless of their deadly nature. Junga shuttered as she continued to knit but picked up where Luca left off as the harpy wrapped her arms around her body protectively. My kind aren't known to be very rare, but there are things in the darker parts of the garden that even my mother spoke of with fear. And our kind fear little in this world but some how a short lived human managed to drag them all here to this place for his purposes. Not all the things that are kept here remain though, as the master has let certain creatures go either in the general area or whisked them away for some reason or another. All I can be sure of is the human is either utterly insane or broken in mind even if he has acheived a lot in their short lives. For the life of me though, I can't figure out if he's more evil than good with the things he does. It seems he chooses one or the other depending on if it serves his plans. Further discussion was cut off as a black portal opened and the entire area was washed with the stench of smoke and sulfer as two shapes slipped out and into the open. The first was none other than the master but far from well as he limped with his back hunched and his left arm dangling uselessly to his side. Where he was once clean his black armor and cloak had been shredded especially along his limp arm and all down his back with drops of blood freely dribbling from his frame but the crazed and vicious look in his eyes was enough to tell he was far from dead. But even more disturbing was the woman following closely behin him that looked about and smiled with more fangs than were natural. She looked to be some kind of wolf with the shape of a woman, but her fur was midnight black and coating her muzzle and down her neck and chest was an odder red color as her eyes narrowed on each being within sight. Lox paid her little mind as he stumbled over to a stump close by the river with Junga rising from her spot and took the things she was knitting over too him. The pads were some kind of bandage that easily wrapped around Lox's arm that upon further inspection was close to utter ruin, and though the spider did what she could gathering more thread to pack into the slashes into his back there wasn't much more she could help with while he remained dressed. Lox rose when she was finished and headed towards his tower and looked to simply melt into the wall to leave all still present with the creature he had brought. The wolf woman knelt where he had been sitting and collect a few drops of his blood on her finger only to lick at it as she looked questioningly at the tower before turning back and smiling at those still close by. It was obvious Lox had retrevied her from some dark unnatrual realm by the smell of sulfur on her fur, but it seemed he cared little for what she did by leaving her loose in his gardens.