The serpent and the Hawks

[Npc]

The Fae are strange beings with strang motives....... What happens when they meddle in the affairs of humans......

[Kiarie]

Nyra is a lovely place full of fun and tempting delights. Mortals love to make bargains when they're frustrated and in cities like this there's always someone. Tonight is no diffract.....

I hear an open bargon "I'd do anything if she doesn't die" I look in and see a handsome young man standing over a young women bleeding out....

"What happened here?" I say popping into his plain. "My my my tsk tsk tsk! Seams someone's had quite the accident!" I smirk "I can save her..... for a price....singe here and she will live" I hand him the parchment and a quill. "Well? She's about to die you don't have much time if you want to save her....."

[Carver Amell]

Carver swallows, skimming the paper, but his eyes won't focus and all he can think about is his big sister dying at his feet. So, knowing it's a trap, knowing he's damned if he does, knowing this can mean nothing good, he signs on the dotted line and resolves not to regret it. 

[Kiarie]

I smile and wave my hand. The parchment vanishes and with it the blood on the young women. She starts to stir "she'll wake shortly I'll give you a moment to say goodbye.......pet"

[Carver Amell]

Carver kneels, swallowing the lump in his throat. As Marian's eyes flutter open, he presses a kiss to her forehead. "I have to go," he says quietly. "Get out of this hovel, okay? One of us should escape Gamlen."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian blinks. "...Carver? Where are you...?"

[Kiarie]

"Time to go pet I'm sure my fae court will find you just as amusing as I do." I purr stroking the back of his neck

[Carver Amell]

Carver shivers, then turns, picking up his new sword. "Touch me again and you'll lose that hand."

[Kiarie]

"I'll do what ever I please with my property." I say in an icy voice as a gold collar appears around his neck. "Now behave or I'll muzzle you." I pout just before opening the door to the fae wilds and tugging him through on a chain

[Marian Hawke]

Marian sits up, reaching out a hand. "Carver!" But it's too late -- they're gone, and she's alone in the doorway in Coalside. 

[Npc]

The room Kiarie pulls carver into is made enterly from Mythreal and nacre with elaborate rugs and tapestries with moving figures. There's soft orbs of dancing light along the walls and as they step through a trumpet sounds.

"Announcing the return of his majesty king Kiarie of the summer lands." A page calls the small hum of voices stills and dozens of fairy men and women appear to curtsy before the him and his pet.

[Addina]

"Papa!" I squeal in joy rushing to embrace him only stopping when I see the collard human. "Oh! You got a new pet! Hello! You have such pretty eyes! Can I pet you?"

[Carver Amell]

Eyes wide, Carver raises his blade instinctively when the woman comes rushing at him. "Ah! Uh. No? No."

[Addina]

"Oh this ones pointy!" I can hear a few snickers from the court and my face reddens slightly. "Shall I take him to the managire papa?" I ask quietly

[Kiarie]

"No bring him to the baths and wash him then you can bring him to your fathers room I'm sure Oberon will want to inspect him before we place him with the others."