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A cold wind blows along active pass. Ash falls from the barrel of a gun. The forest creaks with weeping pines. Footsteps of a wolf and a fox, side by side. The two play happily, a mother and daughter. Through hollowed logs and hallowed boughs they hunt, seek, and learn. But all is not well, the forest they live in under threat, always. So, mother Wira Łynar, teachers her pup to scout and hide, and flee. | A cold wind blows along active pass. Ash falls from the barrel of a gun. The forest creaks with weeping pines. Footsteps of a wolf and a fox, side by side. The two play happily, a mother and daughter. Through hollowed logs and hallowed boughs they hunt, seek, and learn. But all is not well, the forest they live in under threat, always. So, mother Wira Łynar, teachers her pup to scout and hide, and flee. | ||
But from regular forest life, the pup of hers is safe. Yet, there are threats. Ithe, Hrududu, Elil. Many out there would seek them for pelt and paw, and one night, that is what happened. Iron, cage, locks. Steel of the Ithe, of Man. | But from regular forest life, the pup of hers is safe. Yet, there are threats. '''Ithe, Hrududu, Elil'''. Many out there would seek them for pelt and paw, and one night, that is what happened. Iron, cage, locks. Steel of the Ithe, of Man. | ||
So Wira fights, as much as she can, but by herself she is no fighter. She is a tender to the gardens, and a peacekeeper of the woods. So to fight the ones who carried steel, who shot their guns with their black powder and noise. She could not do it alone. | So Wira fights, as much as she can, but by herself she is no fighter. She is a tender to the gardens, and a peacekeeper of the woods. So to fight the ones who carried steel, who shot their guns with their black powder and noise. She could not do it alone. | ||
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"Please, I'll give anything for you to free my daughter." The mother spoke, yearning for her daughters safe return. | "Please, I'll give anything for you to free my daughter." The mother spoke, yearning for her daughters safe return. | ||
"Anything?" A voice replied. | "''Anything?''" A voice replied. | ||
==The Meet== | ==The Meet== | ||
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Summary
A mother makes a mistake of dealing with a Fae. A post is made on behalf of Wira Łynar To 'free her daughter at any cost'. Words not wasted on ears, fae waiting with baited breath, for the collection of yet another plaything for their unseen schemes. The runners head through the veil of night to Saltspring island only to find that their mission was perhaps not as what it seemed. A chance encounter with Lord Lirael Rehr leads to the runners realizing they had been tricked, the entire time.
Background
A cold wind blows along active pass. Ash falls from the barrel of a gun. The forest creaks with weeping pines. Footsteps of a wolf and a fox, side by side. The two play happily, a mother and daughter. Through hollowed logs and hallowed boughs they hunt, seek, and learn. But all is not well, the forest they live in under threat, always. So, mother Wira Łynar, teachers her pup to scout and hide, and flee.
But from regular forest life, the pup of hers is safe. Yet, there are threats. Ithe, Hrududu, Elil. Many out there would seek them for pelt and paw, and one night, that is what happened. Iron, cage, locks. Steel of the Ithe, of Man.
So Wira fights, as much as she can, but by herself she is no fighter. She is a tender to the gardens, and a peacekeeper of the woods. So to fight the ones who carried steel, who shot their guns with their black powder and noise. She could not do it alone.
"Please, I'll give anything for you to free my daughter." The mother spoke, yearning for her daughters safe return.
"Anything?" A voice replied.