Of Crowns and Casks
Thirtieth Day of the First Month 294 AC
A steed alike in form to a dragon but born of the growing green of the wilds, you pledge to the service of the green-garbed fey, and swift works the forge hidden beneath pale roots and graceful boulevards of Lys. Graceful it will be on land and in water swimming and in the air as swift as ever there was a dragon on the wing. With a roar like a storm in the deep woods it arises to meet its master and gladly it is received, a price well paid, a bargain swiftly struck.
Lost 28,800 IM
May Call three Times for three Great Deeds upon the Cupbearer of the Wild Hunt
It is there among the jasmine-scented air of Lys in summertime that you and Vee hear the last and deepest tale your guest has to share, that of the Queen who reigns beside an empty throne. Eldest, fairest, and wisest of the Bright Courts in the days of old, she holds the oaths of her subjects for love and for duty both, for it was her power, wisely measured, that guided them all though magic's waning like a star at midnight, her arts that held open the paths into the depths of the Feywild.
Much as Ymeri on her throne of fire, the Star-Crowned Queen is near enough a god that she might bless others in her name with powers of
sorcery and
good fortune, though she holds no interest in the worship of mortals nor even to rule over them. A mirrored realm she seeks to forge. In tales as in flesh acted, in flesh as in the tales told.
"With but her court beside her, she is as mighty as the idols mortals waste away before. Should mortals add to the strength of her tale, she would be greater still, enough perhaps that her star would shine against the night even should the Slumbering King never wake. I tell you now to be wary, dragon king, for this was a plan long in the making and she will not lightly surrender it."
A moment's fleeting silence falls, then your guest smiles bright and charming.
"So are there any barrels of sweet wine there in the depths, for all this telling has left me parched?"
"Not here, but in Sorcerer's Deep there's wine rare as it is fair upon the tongue, of heavenly fruits and sorcerous soil born. I'd be glad to trade it for the vintages of the Hunter's Halls..."
It says something of your guest that it takes longer to pick out just the right casks of Dawn Mead and Sorcerer's Purple then it did to decide upon a verdant draconic steed, but in the end between your suggestions and Vee hurrying him along from time to time, the bargain is struck.
No sooner had the seilenos vanished, your casks somewhere about his person, that twenty other casks grow from the earth at your feet like strange pumpkins reaching for the sky.
"One hearty drink from any of these barrels will make a mortal as the fey for a night, though not all will have the will and wit to hunt a true path under its power."
Lost 20 Casks of Dawn Mead
Gained 20 Casks of Wyld Wine (mortals under its influence gain the fey creature template for 12 hours, but must make a DC 15 Will save every three hours to avoid becoming confused; Each cask contains enough wine for 10 servings)
"Fair is the bargain and sweet is the wine," you proclaim, already considering who you could safely give the potent but dangerous brew.
"And fair are the arts of flesh and leaf weaving. Tell me, dragon king and sorcerous child, what have thee to offer for the hunt to run beside or ride upon, to hunt through the star-lit night?"
"I ain't making something for you to kill," Vee snaps fiercely, meeting the fey lord's eyes without fear or hesitation.
Not seeming the lest offended, he nods agreeably and adds,
"Then the other two..."
What mounts and hounds or other creatures do you propose for the Wild Hunt?
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OOC: Sorry for making it two write in votes today guys, but it's really late right now and I do not have any ideas to present as default votes. It's all I can do to say awake long enough to post. Not yet edited.