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come close, o' child mine, and let me regale you the true tale of the late roderik mac alastair, his majesty of the kingdom of the tundra, last and eldest of his line .

     HC.001 on the subject of THE ELDER WAR &. FAIR FOLK V. DRAGONKIN

     since the ancient times of galar ( and, perhaps, all about the world ) the fair folk have ever been at odds with the dragonkin . the dragonkin are a folk long regarded for their strength, their brutality on the battlefield and the power - dynamic of their society . they despise trickery in all its forms, and so they have been the natural enemy of the wily fair folk . in galar however, this disdain for dragonkin has sparked into all out hate since the dawn of the very first darkest day, wrought by the coming of the elderwyrm, ETERNATUS .

         ➤ it is difficult describe how one might consider the otherworld where the good folk of galar reside . in a way, you might consider it as you would the distortion world of sinnoh: a mirror dimension of sorts . however, there are no solid ‘ portals ‘ or gateways into the otherworld; it’s more correct to say you must be invited into the otherworld by one of the good folk reside there . there places where people will swear are portals are, in fact, simply places where the crossroads between over and otherworld are thinnest, and therefore draw the good folk that seek to draw a mortal into their realm                  ➤ places like nature - claimed raths, a ring of reeds in a still pond, or the arch of a ruin when the rain has ceased and the mist begins to gather ... the fair folk of galar tend to congregate here, if only to get a glimpse of a mortal, to bring them over for one reason another ( anywhere from simple curiosity, to entreating a favor, to good, old - fashioned abduction ) .

        ➤ it is not unheard of for mortals to seek a place out for themselves within the otherworld . it is, outwardly at least, a simple task . find one of the fair folk of galar, entreat them to accept you as a retainer, and ta - da: you now have a place in the fair folk’s society, albeit the lowest rung . generally speaking, the easiest way to be accepted by a galarian fae is to agree to do them a favor ( dangerous ), or to eat something they offer you ( even more dangerous ) . almost never will a fae accept a retainer while gaining nothing in return .

       ➤ as a retainer to one of the fair folk, you only have as much freedom as they allow you . if your sire is particularly kind, you are given free roam of their home, and permitted to join them when they leave for the higher parts of society . if they are Not, then generally, you are kept at home, perhaps brought out for friends to gawk at-- it cannot be understated how much the fair folk vary in disposition, and how cruel some of them are . breaking the rules your retainer has put in place is likened to reneging, and you are likely to be ejected from the household, and subject to the dangers of being one of the lost ones

           ➤ the lost ones are mortals who, through one means or another, have wound up within the societies of the fair folk, but do not have a fae or family to offer them protection . as such, you are more likely to be subject to pranks, harassments and perhaps even abduction . perhaps you’ll be subject to trying one of the fair folk’s culinary concoctions, perhaps the reach will take you as bait for the good hunt, or a servant within the lord or lady’s domain ...

         ➤ if your sire declares that you have served your purpose to they and their kin, you will be elevated to the status of a druid, one who has been deemed as equal to the fair folk for the service to a family . while almost every druid will be associated to their former sire ( ‘ oh goodie me !! it’s ( insert fair folk name )’s druid ! ‘ ), they are recognized as their own independent person, and may exist within the otherworld as they might in the overworld -- they are able to take jobs, serve office or become an entertainer . in short: a druid is a mortal who is recognized to be one of the fair folk, and can come and go through the realm as they please .

        ➤ the societal hierarchy of the good folk is quite different to the political hierarchy ... its, generally speaking, a very simple:

[ Fair Folk Entertainer ] > [ Fair Folk Bystander ] = [ Druidic Entertainer ] = > [ Druidic Bystander ] > [ Mortal Retainer ] = [ Lost Ones ]

       ➤ the political and militaristic hierarchy of the good folk, by comparison, is very rigid . generally, there are few changes of office within them over a long period of time .

political: [ The Fairy King ] > [ The Lord / Lady of a Domain ] > [ The Lord/Lady’s Council ]

militaristic: [ The Fairy King ] > [ The Kingsreach ] > [ The Good Hunters ]

               clever girl she is, ‘o callous one . the king’s glamour has nary a fault in it, magicks warped &. dyed precisely as she intends . but it is all wrong .

                the proportions are off— lanky &.  towering figure, hair that spills down &. scrapes upon hallowed ground that she walks . fingers are just sharp, nails thick &. a color that is not — quite  — right . &. when she grins as her first response, she bares inhuman teeth, thick &. yellowed, filed to a maiming edge . when she speaks, it is out of place, lips moving in a manner contrary to the words that ought be spilled from them, discordant &. off - setting .

               the court of the fae king, hallowed TÍRN — NA — NOCH, rises in uproarious cacophony, cries of man, beast &. all between &. without joining in the hoots &. holler . the boughs reach like spindling fingers &. spiders legs o’er the ground for her shadow, to sink nails &. teeth—  

COME . WON’T YOU COME &. PLAY WITH US, O’ SWEET CHILD MINE .

              the mists grow thick, pours in thick like wine to sate the thirst of great kingdom hers &. slake wild ones’ for now . SAINT SWORD breathes &. the wild holds its own in response, reigning stillness as the fae king enters her domain with wayward daughter . before her, the eternal feast of the great keep CAÏR SITHI, where honey sweeter than sugar fills the cups of the eternally favored, &. the servants with downturned eyes &. crowns of bramble cart in foodstuffs by the tonne .

     no sweet child mine, no their whispers softly sound beneath the uproar . take not of the food of the king, our lord .