Somewhere in the wood of Brux.
Neath the green boughs of majestic trees the fairy host assemble. Airy and spacious for the gathered creatures are the hill they have choosen. The distant dim sky light discolour the woodscape as if clad in a thin veil of amber. Dew drops glistening citrine yellow in the light mist. The assembely consisting of brownies, dryads, fauns, grigs, hybsils, korreds, leprechauns, nixies, nymphs, pixies, satyrs, sprites, and many a more races of the Fey. Harp strings twang and tuneful fifes filled the fairly tempratured evening glooming air. Harmonius joyful chanting ecoed amongst the growing shadows so sweet that if a mortal ear would hear it he would die of sorrow and longing for the eerie chorus. Deep male base voices mingled perfectly with the fair voiced female. As a few lone stars aroused from their deep slumber and amber coated land turned to sapphire the host danced spiraling upward to the pinnacle as gracious and breath takingly beauteous as their music. Their feistival dresses were lavished decorated with natural themed motifs such as leafs and flowers in arrangement that was nothing short of genius.
The white-purple crescent soon unrobed her gown and shed her light on the carousing fairy host. In the moon rise the air billowed and flickered in a dance of the humble ladys rays and shades cast by the massive boles and foliage shrouding the blue glowing hill and her host in a misty haze of whirring meek and mellow lights. Then followed dead silence as the assembely vanished, The veil was to the eye little more than a shady part in the wood to those that would behold it but within..
Queen Titania sat upon varigated crystal throne holding her diamond topped sceptre with both hands resting at her dainty lap. The pioneers gazed at their monarch both aghast and enthralled by the bondlessly beautiful visage. No fault could be seen in her perfectly shaped countenaunce, sleek her skin without the slighest wrinkle. Unstirred by the wind her hair flawlessly combed so that the sharpest eye couldn't spot a single stray missplaced if he so would spend his life in the search thereof. But all fear that might have overtaken the newly arrived fey folk was dispersed when the ruler smiled at her subejct, a warmness filled them that could only be compared to the warmth of a mothers love to her children untarnished and uncorrupted by slightest self-interest. When she arose they all fell to their knees lowering their heads still shaken by the haunting beauty. With a voice sweeter than any melody they had every hear dispite of devoting their eon long lives to music "I bid thee welcome to the Seelie Court"
((So want to get some collective fey RP going. Going to EM this for you as good as my newbie skills allow both with events in game and here on the forum. Running a event on this theme Sunday the 27th 16:00 GMT+1. Note that it's GMT+1 as in BST. Please use this thread for RP or PM me if you have some ideas about events etc! And don't worry you unseelies out there I have something planned for you too.))
The Seelie Court
