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| daioni | Feb 6 2009, 12:13 PM |
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"Aaawwww, party pooper," said Carlos crossing his arms and sticking out his lower lip is an expression of angst. "An steel pipe would be more effective then you think," said Thorn, knowing full well that it was as close a bane to the Fae as you could get. Thorn thought back to his time in that castle, the momories hazy due to th eeffects he had been under at the time, but he could pull images and memories of what he could remember. He was sure his body also remembered the lifetime he spent there. "From what I can remember, the gardens surround the castle, and that was my prison for 20 years, it is a living maze, the thorns and bushes are alive and dangerous, and many 'enchantments' for Wroden's personal amusement." Thorn could barely recall the other creatures in the maze, though he never knew if they were others like him, or or actual residents of the fae realm. "The castle itself is more like a fortress, what we seek will be in Wroden's personal chamber, which my sources say is in the center of the castle. Its defenses should be divided into three rings, the maze, which should be the easiest to navigate. Beyond that I've never ventured into, but I've been told beyond the gate, the next ring has been named the hall of stained glass. I recall seeing through the gateway once, a lot of color, but that's it. Beyond that I don't know much about it, even my sources are vague on the subject," Lilith had not been clear, saying that it was beyond mortal comprehension to explain the complexities of Fae imaginings. "The last ring before his chambers are supposed to be his 'lab' I guess you would call it." Even Lilith had never set foot in it. When he though on it, he could recall a brief flash of darkness mixed with crimson light, but it was all blured in the darknest haze of childhood and blurred senses. "There is no way to anticipate what is like beyond the gardens. Fae have almost limitless abilities, and in thier homes, it is at their strongest, I don't expect everything will make sense as we go through." The only real advantage they had were the facts that Wroden was not home, he was considered property of Wroden, so they would not be seen as intruders strait away, and that he was familiar with at least part of the terrain. Beyond that it felt like they were stepping into a lions den. "That's not much to go on," said Lil Devil, who had her doubts about this venture, it was one thing to take on a Fae, but to take them on on their home terf put them at a major disadvantage. The raft rocked suddenly as the water picked up speed. Thorn looked ahead, just in time to see the Hedge parting, opening up into a vast an wide view of his once prison. To others, it would be a sight to behold, as the entire realm was overlooked as if from a cliffside. The 'castle' was ivory white, and more like a tower studded with pillers and arches reaching forever upwards into the heavens, overwhich grew vines adorned with flowers and roses. The air was sweet with floral scents. Small geode shapes floated in the air slowly revolving around the castle, speckled with crystals. The gardens stretched around it, as Thorn has said, a maze of bushes cut and adorned to be beautiful and tended perfectly. Even so, glancing at it, it was hard to take in any visible patterns, so complex was the weave it almost hurt to look at it. Even blinking it seemed to change. The river itself seemed to run strat through the air, almost as if one picture was overlaying the other as they passed the border of the hedge, until... The was a sudden drop, as the raft tipped as the water beneath it simple vanished. Thorn had time to look back to see the Hedge fade into the background, a waterfall forming as the realms seperated leaving then suspended in the air. Theh, the sudden drop took then as they plummetted towards the pool of water below... |
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