Thread: Faerie Wonderland (Zaila and Styx)

I am most gladdened by your change of heart your Majesty. I will carry this good new to my Prince as fast as my wings will carry me.Ssarlsken turned to leave the throne room shuffling softly against the floor as he made is it made it's way to the grand doors, but it turned back to look at the Queen once again.One last word of advice concerning the Prince and our Court Darkness is a fluid thing, we are only as vile as we wish to be. And with those strange words it left the queen once more, to fly fast and hard on the wings of crows, to report to it's Master. It only took a brief time for Ssarlsken to report to the prince in it's usual fashion. A detailed recitation of the entire meeting. The Prince was more than pleased with his servant's success. A meeting had been arranged. Not entirely the meeting he had asked for, but he had never expected to get it. It had simply been a starting bid. The optimum situation he could hope for. But now he was at the disadvantage. Meeting in the enemy's capital with nothing but what he carried and two bodyguards, as well as Ssarlsken. He smiled softly at that last option. Clearly she had not realized that it was more than a simple messenger. Now to select his bodyguards. He thought for a moment and decided on Rarth, captain of the Blight Wolves, as well as Domina, one of the Night Fae. But now for the far more important question Would the Queen honor the tradition of safe passage? If she did not, and he was harmed, he would be force to annul the three day ceasefire and her land would be taken by force. He would deal with the issue if it came about, but for now he made due with sending for his guards They arrived shortly after the summons were sent. Work travels fast when the very shadows can whisper. Rarth arrived first, his skin Black and dappled with many shades of the color was decorated with hundreds of scars. His white streaked hair long and unbound. And is eyes burning green when they caught what little light there was A Shifter by nature, he wore very little other then a leather kilt with a short sliver blade attached. Domina arrived after, taking her time as she always did. Her Luna moth wings carried her gently through the hall, not quite touching the ground. Dark of hair and pale of skin, she dressed comfortably, her dress woven of pale spider silk. The only thing strage about her was that the iris of her eyes refracted light in a rainbow of color. They both knelt at the dais, awaiting orders from their prince. They were both powerful and he would feel better having them at his side, but he needed more. Something that would insure against any kind of treachery. He stepped from the throne and stepped into shadow. Traveling donward, he made is way to the vault, where many of the creations of long since past were kept. But these he paid no mind He knew what he needed. There it was at the far wall of the vault. A heavy sword, bound to ceiling, floor and wall by cold iron chains. A relic from long ago, he wasn't certain he could control the thing, but it was better to have it and not need it, just in case. Slowly he disengaged the wards and detached the chains. It pulled in his hands as he strapped it to his sword belt, and a single bloodshot eye opened on the pommel. He traveled back the throne room. a briefed his guards of the situation. They were at a disadvantage in that place, this meeting was necessary. The four of them walked to the side of the throne room. the whole wall cloaked in shadow.Domina, I want a water breathing spell set now. She nodded and cast the spell over the small group. she was nervous. She had little fondness of enclosed spaces. The prince began his own incantation, muttering softly with words passed down to him. The darkness of the wall slowly became something else. When he was finished, he mealy said Goddess bless our passages and the four stepped through, and traveled. and emerged into the court chamber below the waves.