An Offer Matched
5th of January 2007 A.D.
"Stay your hand Majesty that I might draw the poison from the wound!" She stops, the barest moment, perhaps meaning to rebuke you, but that is all you need to drive the point home. "In thy own halls thine will be done, I can but contest the outlaw with all my might, but if this one can see though stolen eyes what we intend three others may be lost, dragging who knows how many others down with them."
Lost One Willpower -> Now 7/9
"You speak with a strange confidence child," the Queen of Summer sets luminous gaze upon you. "That which you speak of is no mere sickness to be purged from the wound with cloth soaked in spirits, it is a cancer that grows and spreads unseen whose flower is suspicion, whose fruit is murder. As soon would it lie by slow and subtle means to see cut in their prime the great and good as it would infect them, sooner in fact for it requires less of its attention to organize such a miscarriage of justice." Her eyes grow not cold but
hard as she looks to the Archive from from a height more than physical. "Her knowledge is only as good as ink upon the page and many are the lies so recorded passed hand from hand."
She is afraid the exorcism will hurt them... she is afraid it might kill them... Titania does not understand her sister at all, the thoughts chase each other though your head as you grasp the crux of the conflict. She does know about Halloween, all of it even that you can remove the interloper from him hosts, but she thinks Mab risked her daughter's life in allowing you to work the spell.
"Upon my name and honor, God as my witness, no harm shall come to those upon which this exorcism is wrought that even mortal elixirs cannot heal."
"Not since the days of Arthur Rex have any invoked the White God on the shores of Avalon," the Archive intones in the dust dry tones of a chronicler.
"Not since the days of Arthur..." Titania trails off, the muscles of her jaw unclenching almost imperceptibly. "Very well, child of the line of kings daughter to a knight of repute, I shall hold you to your word. You know the limits of thine power you bear better than I." From her tone it's clear as day she does not
wish to know it.
In the blink of an eye, in a flash off the water there are now two of Sathar standing where one had been. Instinct moves your hand to grasp the sword that is Usum and draw it, but Kincaid of all people raises a hand for peace. "It's just a glamor, she's making a fake princeling so she can put the real one on ice until you can fix 'im."
"You will address my lords with courtesy hound!" Titania says,her words perilously soft.
Though he recoils a touch under the weight of her regard the mercenary steels himself to answer: "I did, there's worse things I could have called him just as truthfully."
So it's not just Harry that does that, the thought pops into your head unbidden, even though you are pretty sure Harry would deny any similarity to a gun for hire like Jared Kincaid.
The Archive looks on, frowning in worry, annoyance or both together, though thankfully Titania does not deign the words with another reply, returning her gaze instead to you.
"I shall summon the others whom you have named and if they do not come I shall send a host and ride out myself to recover them. In the meantime the three may partake of the hospitality of Avalon the fair which few of mortal blood have ever supped." Before you can answer time snaps back into motion and there is but one Lord Sathar, the figure spun of light, the other one must have been whisked away to be... well not put on ice.
Pickled maybe? You swallow a laugh, you're not out of the woods yet.
With gracious words and subtle compliments, no barbs in sight about your nature or the Archive's habit of bringing ill news Titania renews her offer before the court.
What do you do?
[] Refuse, you have better things to do than wait around while the Summer Court recovers its wayward nobles, like helping the others in New York (Charisma+Etiquette to refuse without giving offense opposed roll against Titania since you are refusing a high honor)
-[] Write in stunt
[] Accept, between your father's faith, Harry's magic, Lash's cunning and Lydia's power you are sure the others will be fine and this does give you the chance to speak more to Lilly before you spring the gift on the whole court and her mother
[] Write in
OOC: So far so good.