[x] Stop by the ruin.

Hahaha! Now that was epic. And Flandre finally gets to cut loose a bit. I'm starting to hope that the Dawnguard take this as a challenge now. Even if just for them gathering an Army we can slaughter without too many problems :p. And since they're fanatics I'm pretty sure it's a decent bet too :p.
 
Battle at Volskygge
[X] Stop by the ruin.


You turn to the small pile near the watchfire to pass the time. The crossbows aren't too interesting, as most are simple pull-lever affairs, and a sufficiently-daring - or fairly strong - person could hand-draw it without too much difficulty. The fifth one has a slightly longer, heavier lath, and uses a ratcheting mechanism to draw it farther than the normal ones. It could be for longer-range sniping, or it might just have a heavier punch. Might even be shorter-ranged, depending on the ballistics. You shrug and set it aside - it's nothing complicated, once you know that it works and how to put it together, so as long as it stays unbroken, Hestla ought to be able to replicate it. You'll have to see if any of your vampires have the aptitude for it - with vampiric senses, a crossbow would be very deadly. You frown when you flip the chest open, however - it's certainly large enough to hold two thousand coins, and it's certainly heavy enough, but the interior proportions seem off. Still, if the others think it's fine, it should be good, at least for now. Now you just have to figure out who's going to carry the great big chest of gold around, because it isn't going to be you!

Vingalmo was smart enough to put the documents together in a pack by themselves, and it looks like he simply took everything that might be useful instead of only things he knew had information, which is good. The armor, too, and the crossbow bolts, are folded and packed as well as they can be. A number of jars and vials holding potions are very carefully cradled in another pack, swaddled in cloths to keep them protected. A fourth sack has a variety of rough, dirty gems of a variety of colors - someone must be a jeweler, or they're rare and valuable enough that even unpolished ones are worth picking and saving. Maybe you should have a specific area set aside for a treasury sometime soon ….

Bored, you sit on the chest to wait for your troops to return. You almost start to worry when they don't return, but you grin when you see the corpse-train with them. Vingalmo bows as the animated dead begin hefting the packs and gear. Two of them even lift the chest before you hop off, and you giggle, drawing a bemused look from the elf. You ignore him, though, and raise a curious eyebrow at Lisette and the jagged tear along the front of her armor.

"It turned out that the group we detected wasn't the Dawnguard - it was Forsworn pretending to be Dawnguard, bringing 'prisoners' back to camp. Of course, we didn't know that, and when Lisette tried to free them, she was struck for her trouble. I'm sure Hestla will mock her carelessness when we return, but no irreparable damage was done, Lady Flandre." You shake your head, both amused and slightly annoyed. Lisette seems like she might be a decent commander, but she's too reckless. You're hardly one to talk, but you can back up your arrogance much better than she can, and you're aware of your fault. She might not be.

"Well done. Vingalmo, did you want to leave immediately, or will a few hours' wait cause any problems for you?" He considers the thought for a moment, then shrugs.

"It won't make a difference, no." You nod, smiling.

"Good. I'd like to take a look at that tomb complex we passed on the way, and while the dead will slow us down, they won't slow us so much that a few hours will leave us pressed for time. It's within my area of influence and interesting enough to warrant a good look." He bows, and you walk to the ledge to watch the town clean up its mess as your vampires withdraw for some rest.



"This is … new." You roll your eyes at Vingalmo's remark and examine the nearest body. One arm is brutally savaged, the forearm bones broken near the wrist, leaving the hand flopping uselessly on tatters of flesh and muscle. Of course, the massive cut from the shoulder to the hip, cutting straight through collarbone and rib cage, was probably what killed him. Over a dozen more bodies are scattered about the grass outside the complex entrance, some with snapped arrows through them.

"Draugr. No one else would use these arrows." Lisette holds up one broken arrow, and you raise an eyebrow as the half-rotted wood crumbles in her grip. Draugr usually disdain archery in general, and take glee in expressing their superiority over mortals in melee. Rather like vampires, and Remilia said it's one reason vampires who moved north tended to move back pretty quickly. Of course, another reason would have been Ulrika; the number three vampire in Europe was quite capable of kicking out anyone she didn't like. Then again, different world, so these draugr might be different from the ones you're thinking of.

"Indeed. Lady Flandre, if you still wish to investigate, I'll have the porters withdraw for now. No sense getting them dismembered if there is a fight." You nod and the dead begin shuffling back to the cover of the trees. Lisette and the others ready their weapons as you take out Laevateinn and stalk forward. Another mass of bodies are scattered about the stone courtyard, both newly-killed mortals and some … rather older corpses. One new corpse stands within a scorched circle on the stone, a cleanly-broken green sword in one hand, a hook-flanged mace in the other, her armor a jagged mess of steel and leather that must have been quite fine when undamaged. Surrounding the circle are a number of charred, hulking brutes, as well as a dozen lesser dead and an armored warrior carrying an excellently-made axe of some hard black material, engraved with golden whorls. "Oh dear."

The scale of the courtyard is such that you don't immediately realize what Vingalmo is referring to. Your first thought upon a broader examination is that the entry is collapsed. Then you notice the figures moving about the entry. Then you notice that they're aware of your group's arrival, and that they're all dead, with another elaborately-armored warrior leading them, and several more hulking brutes. Only then do you look at your advisor and see that, perched on the rocks above the entry, is a dragon, and that it is staring right at you. You sigh and clear your throat, startling your attendants.

"So, you all will handle the dead, and I'll kill the dragon." The draugr begin moving toward you, the lesser dead shuffling jerkily while the warrior moves smoothly and purposefully, and your attendants stare at you, horrified.

"Lady Flandre. It's a dragon. If we withdraw, it might leave us, but -!" You interrupt him by yanking him to his knees.

"Vingalmo. I am going to kill that dragon. Then, we are going to go back to the castle, and I am going to send you and some others back here to bring its corpse to the castle. And I am going to have a throne built from its bones. Do you understand? Good. Now, deal with those." Without waiting for a response you shove him away and throw yourself up toward the dragon. It rumbles something, one of its Words of Power, and it seems to blur through the air, moving awkwardly. You alter your trajectory to drive your gift along its flank - or you try to, as Laevateinn seems to warp as it contacts the creature's scaled hide. Its shriek of pain is distorted for a moment, and it wheels ungainly as you spin to track it. It lashes out with another Shout, a line of force that you easily dodge.

What you don't manage to dodge is the rain of spears that drive into you from behind. You look down to see a jagged spike, glowing crystal-blue, sticking through your stomach, and you glance back to see a humanoid figure drifting down the mountain, the air swirling about it. It conjures another spray of spikes, flinging them down into the courtyard, and you barely avoid the dragon's charge. Snarling, you hurtle toward the mage, your dress tearing as the air screams around you and your flesh blackening with cold as you enter the blurred sphere surrounding the figure. You spin as you come level with it, Laevateinn gripped tightly in both hands, and your strike slams into its back across its shoulder blade and spine. Astonishingly, it doesn't come apart, but it does tumble and spin uncontrollably down the mountain until you lose track of it. Perhaps seeing your state and assuming weakness, perhaps through arrogance, and perhaps in a foolish attempt to parley, the dragon half-lands on the slope before you, mouth open wide.

You don't wait for it. You bolt forward, putting Laevateinn away as you dart into the dragon's maw, clawing your way inside and standing upright. Its tongue slaps against your legs as your claws grip the roof of its mouth, at least until you spear the organ with your wings and rip it out. You wince at the shriek of pain, eardrums popping at the sheer volume, and launch yourself out as the dragon stumbles awkwardly on the snowy mountainside. You dart forward once more, claws going for the more vulnerable throat, and you swallow the wretched-tasting blood as it pours on you, ripping and tearing until it collapses and you hear it tumbling down the slope. Panting, you rub your ears, making sure they healed fully, then roll in the snow to get as much of the excess blood off as you can. You whisper your thanks to your sister as you find that your clothes are already much cleaner than they were, and you take the time to dress yourself before descending to survey your warriors. You pass the broken body of the mage as you descend, giving it a cursory glance, but the only worthwhile effects it had is a strange, brownish-red deathmask radiating power. Shaking your head, you take the mask and continue downward.

The battle in the courtyard is not yet finished, despite the corpse of the dragon sliding to a jumbled halt over the entrance. The armored draugr, carrying a glistening black shield and a sword similar to the axe its partner carried, sends Lisette flying, and you hear the echo of a Shout as she slams into the wall with a sickening crunch. Vingalmo is crouched nearby, his crippled arm bleeding heavily, the black axe in his free hand; the other vampires have dealt with their foes, but seem fearful of engaging the draugr lord. Furious, you drive forward, air screaming, and slam your fist down onto the lord's head. Helmet and skull alike shatter with your strike, and between the dual impacts of your fist and the stony floor, the backplate of the armor cracks as well. Vingalmo looks up at you; you nod at him as you head for Lisette, and the other vampires quickly converge on the mage. You halt as she picks herself off the ground, moving slowly.

"My Lady," she croaks, and you motion for her to stop. She droops, fighting to remain conscious, until one of the others rushes over and forces a vial of bloody liquid down her throat. Her color rapidly improves, her injuries begin healing, and she falls over, completely exhausted. Vingalmo hobbles up, supported by another vampire.

"Vingalmo, can your dead survive the touch of day?" He blinks in confusion, then nods slowly. "Then we shall rest here until tomorrow night." You gesture at one of the mostly-ruined structures and your vampires begin slowly moving toward it. You drift back to the armored warrior; the sword, at least, you will give to Lisette. The shield, too, if she will take it. You examine the ruined warrior surrounded by her foes, but apart from the mace, nothing worthwhile remains, and that isn't particularly useful.



The rest of the night passes in fearful silence, and the day passes quietly as your attendants slumber. Lisette takes both sword and shield, and you let Vingalmo keep the axe. The trip back is, thankfully, uneventful. Now you just need to get that dragon's corpse back here so you can have your throne!


What do you do?

[ ] Send Vingalmo and Hestla out to make a throne from the bones and bring it back here.

[ ] Send Vingalmo out to bring the corpse back here.

[ ] Send Vingalmo and Serana out to bring the corpse back here.

[ ] Take the corpse back yourself.

[ ] Other?
 
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[X] Take the corpse back yourself.

I know we said we'd make Vingalmo do it, but he's also got a crippled arm, so I think we can be forgiven for being a little magnanimous. Those guys fought like (scarlet) devils, they deserve a bit of a breather.
 
You frown when you flip the chest open, however - it's certainly large enough to hold two thousand coins, and it's certainly heavy enough, but the interior proportions seem off.
Hidden compartments ho!

I am going to kill that dragon. Then, we are going to go back to the castle, and I am going to send you and some others back here to bring its corpse to the castle. And I am going to have a throne built from its bones. Do you understand?
I approve of this so very much.

Oh snap, I think this is the first time I've ever seen you make a typo.
pack by themselves, nad it looks like
Furious, drive forward, air screaming, and slam your fist down onto the lord's head.
Should this be "Furious, you drive forward,"?
 
[X] Take the corpse back yourself.
Will also be impressive just having the corpse lying around before it's processed.
 
[X] Take the corpse back yourself.

Flandre Vs Dragon scene:
 
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Negotiations?
[X] Take the corpse back yourself.


You stride through the halls of the castle as your minions retire to their respective chambers. Dormarth and Sköll trot over to you, and after a bit of scratching they pad along behind you. Fortunately, it isn't too far to the forge – although you do have to question the wisdom of putting it all inside the castle. True, there isn't much space outside, but it's in such an inconvenient place …. As always seems to be the case, the ringing of hammer on metal is audible before you reach the smithy itself. You take a moment to examine the weapons on the wall once more – swords and axes of various styles and sizes, most quite old – before descending the stairs. The death hounds wait for you, apparently disliking the heat.

"Hestla! I have another project for you." Your voice rings out before you reach the lowermost level, giving her some warning of your arrival, and you wait patiently as she finishes hammering out the blade. Eventually she puts it to the side, satisfied for the moment, and comes to greet you.

"Lady Flandre. You want me to make something?" You nod, giggling at her newfound worry.

"Oh, don't be like that! You'll be working with Vingalmo, I think – that won't be a problem?" You arch one eyebrow and she frowns, finally shaking her head. "Good. You'll be making a throne for me. The primary materials will be in the courtyard soon enough. If you don't have any questions, then I think I'll be taking a bit of a walk." She raises her hands before rushing deeper, toward her personal chamber.

"One moment, Lady!" You watch curiously as she unlocks a small box and removes something from it, taking the object back to you. "I finished it earlier, before you returned, Lady Flandre." She holds out the small ring for you take – silver, with a delicately-etched outline of your wings on one 'side' of the outer side, with a beautifully-cut amethyst opposite the wings. You exhale slowly, greatly pleased, and throw your arms around her in a crushing hug. She stiffens, shocked and possibly scandalized by your reaction, and you leap back and into the air.

"Thank you! Thank you, Hestla. It's wonderful!" You hold the ring up to your face again, a gift for your friend, and Hestla takes the opportunity to bow and slip past you.

"I … I'm glad, Lady Flandre. I'll … just go see Vingalmo about that project, please!" She nearly runs out of the smithy as you giggle. You sigh happily before putting the ring away safely and heading out yourself. You pat the death hounds as you walk toward the entrance.

"Sorry, you can't come with me. Maybe another time." Dormarth lets out a rasping whine, but the two creatures turn back as you step out into the early morning. Maybe a few hours until dawn … you did tell Vingalmo you'd make him come get the body, but then you'd have to wait another day, at least, for him to get there and arrange for its movement. You hurtle south toward the temple, covering in minutes what had taken hours for your group to cross. The temple is as you left it, which isn't surprising. The idea that someone could have come to disturb the bodies during the day, when there are so many more interesting things to look at elsewhere, is laughable. The dragon's corpse is still tumbled over the ruined entry like a searching hawk, and you slip under its chest, getting a feel for the weight. You could simply carry it yourself, but it's so much more efficient to get help! Your clones slip out and position themselves beneath the shoulders and stomach as you slip forward to hold up the neck. It's not worth it to flap the wings – wouldn't be realistic, and it's not like anyone could see it.

You glide silently over the mountains, higher than the towers of Castle Volkihar, and lower the corpse into the interior courtyard, draping it over one of the staircases. No one's around to see it; a mistake you'll need to ensure is rectified. Just because most foes don't fly doesn't mean they all don't, and dragons are something worth keeping an eye out for.


You spend the next several days quietly, watching as Hestla oversees the deboning of the dragon, as she and Vingalmo begin the process of treating the bones and binding them together. Serana spends as much time in her mother's tower as she does minding the servants or watching Feran, although the alchemist does seem to be getting better, even if he hasn't woken yet. What brings an end to the tedium of castle life is Garan's return.

"My Lady, do you always make such large impacts wherever you go?" You giggle as he sets a thick sheaf of papers on the table. Serana slides them toward her and begins reading them, eyes widening.

"Hehe. Did Sybille like your visit better than mine?" Garan sighs as Vingalmo sits back and watches the conversation.

"She did seem to prefer not having her room burned, yes, but that wasn't what I was referring to. News of your … adventure … at Dragon Bridge made it there before I left. The Dawnguard had made accusations regarding Sybille's nature, but to the local Imperial presence instead of the Jarl and her court. Their request for official assistance seems to have been rebuffed, but when they were wiped out, notice was taken, and she was approached regarding the incident – subtly, of course. She denied involvement and referred the Penitus Oculatus to me. It was … an unusual situation; under anything like normal circumstances, such a meeting would not have happened, but, well, you did say you wanted 'integration' with mortal society." Serana looks up from the papers.

"General Tullius is willing to meet with you or a representative to discuss the possibility of an alliance. Willing to continue official ignorance of our existence, in exchange for continued non-hostilities. He'll even put in a good word with the Jarl if we help with their little rebellion, so long as our demands aren't too harsh." Vingalmo sighs.

"Fighting will grind to a halt once winter sets in fully. All that will happen are raids and sabotage. If you want to continue 'training,' then working with them would give us some experience with field engagements. I suppose it's too much to ask them to deal with the Dawnguard, though." You nod.

"I wouldn't want them to deal with the Dawnguard, anyway." No, if any power is going to tear the Dawnguard apart, it will be you. You'd prefer to have your forces do it, or at least most of it, but you aren't going to hand it off to a foreign army just because they're willing. You tap your fingers together, considering your options. Continue with non-hostilities? Make an official pact with the Empire? Bargain for an integration with Haafingar Hold? "What are your thoughts?"

"… The Imperial presence is centered on one General Tullius, and he is by all accounts pragmatic to a fault. His duty is to end the Stormcloak Rebellion, and if we help him to do that, he is likely to keep his word – as much as it's worth, anyway. He is only a general, and any official notice is going to mean policy-makers above him will become aware of us. Similarly, he doesn't have as much influence with the Jarl as his message is implying." Garan sighs and shakes his head. "I would suggest, for now, simply continuing with unofficial non-hostilities." Serana nods in agreement, but Vingalmo taps his cheek thoughtfully.

"Well, there is one other option. If, as Garan said, this General Tullius is the center of Imperial resistance, we can move against him now, eliminate him before his defenses are prepared. We will hold the city of Solitude by force, and present the general's head to the leader of this little rebellion. The rebels are indebted to us, and the entire Hold is ours to mold as we see fit. And while your idea of integration may have some merit, Lady Flandre, it will take time. Vampires are not well-received around here, particularly ones that can claim a direct line of descent from Molag Bal himself. With the Jarl and her Court under our control, however, we will have the position and the political authority to manipulate the people directly." Serana shakes her head.

"We don't have the numbers for a takeover like that, not without abandoning Castle Volkihar. Even if Orthjolf were here and we hadn't lost Feran's group, it would be risky. My father wasn't keen on expanding or increasing the numbers of vampires, though, and was interested in removing anything resembling a threat to his power, so it's going to be a long time before we're stabilized." Garan nods as Vingalmo frowns.

"I'm inclined to agree with Lady Serana. We don't have the numbers or influence make direct control effective. Oh, we could decapitate the Imperials easily enough, present Tullius's head to Jarl Windhelm, maybe get concessions from them. But controlling Haafingar? Short of recruiting some human scum, creating more vampires of dubious loyalty, or forming alliances with more vampire packs and bringing them here, it's much too risky and would only be doable on threat of burning the Hold to the ground." He nods at you, drawing a brief smile, but your expression fades as you slump back in your chair. What to do, what to do …?

"Let me think," you say, and after a moment your advisors rise, bowing, and file out of your room. You scowl and kick the table. Politics are necessary, you can do politics, but they're boring and irritating. Continued non-hostilities is probably the best option, because that gives your court time to grow unmolested apart from the Dawnguard, and gives you the option of reopening negotiations later, at a time more favorable to you. But if you can get integration immediately, either by force or by alliance, you will get a safety net for your vampires, at least within the Hold. You sigh and bury your head in your arms. Remilia took years to cement your hold – her hold, you correct yourself – in Hesse before beginning larger political maneuvers, and she had the temperament and mindset to deal with politics. And here you are, trying to gain control of a larger region in a shorter time, without any of her advantages. What were you thinking?


What do you do?

[ ] Continue non-hostilities with the Empire and Haafingar.
- Focus on anything? (Dawnguard, expansion, etc)

[ ] Negotiate with Tullius.
- [ ] Yourself.
- [ ] Send Garan.
- - Anything in particular you want?

[ ] Kill Tullius and take his head to Windhelm.
- [ ] Secretly.
- [ ] Obviously.
- Do you negotiate with Ulfric?
- Do you take over Solitude?

[ ] Other?
 
Either we:
[ ] Continue non-hostilities with the Empire and Haafingar.
- Focus on anything? (Dawnguard, expansion, etc)
either generally or partially on something specific
Or
[ ] Negotiate with Tullius.
- [ ] Yourself.
- [ ] Send Garan.
- - Anything in particular you want?
If the Empire get Skyrim back they'll be focusing on the Aldmeri Dominion(and unofficially getting somewhat used to 'friendly' vampires, good coin for when it becomes more official) so the Empire would be preoccupied with a potentially Total War between the two empires, while if we went with Ulfric Stormcloak the Empire would be weakened and potentially both the Empire and Skyrim would be conquered by the Aldmeri, even if Ulfric isn't working alongside them to start with(which he could be) which means a single empire would be less distracted without a large scale enemy to deal with. Meaning they might try cleaning house while we are away.

General Tullius' debt is nominally the empire's debt so if we are 'friends' he could redirect some problems away from us even if we aren't unofficially a friendly, while Ulfric isn't necessarily trustworthy for anyone who isn't a nord, might change the deal later, is 'local' so will be more focused on removing a single castle full of vampires after bigger problems are dealt with and won't help with the Global Stage (against the Thalmor).

I need to go somewhere NOW, will potentially edit this later.​
 
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So has everyone been allowed to grow their hands back or did she get to keep both of hers? Forcing them to do this last mission one-handed would have been kind of silly, but I don't think anything was said about it.
Not everyone lost a hand - most didn't. Vingalmo was the only vampire who went to Dragon Bridge who was disarmed; Hestla, as a blacksmith, would be basically useless if she'd lost a hand.

That aside ... can Elder Scrolls vampires regrow limbs under their own power?
 
Not everyone lost a hand - most didn't. Vingalmo was the only vampire who went to Dragon Bridge who was disarmed; Hestla, as a blacksmith, would be basically useless if she'd lost a hand.

That aside ... can Elder Scrolls vampires regrow limbs under their own power?

I don't think that's ever discussed. They do in most games have slower health regen, and do not regen in sunlight. Each area's vampires are slightly different it seems. Skyrim vampires can be out durring sunlight, but Cyrrodil vampires burn up after not feeding for x period. Skyrim vampires get a basic health drain spell, that I assume might function over an extended period for regeneration, but not discussed of course. Possibly through potions, as they do tend to have regenerative effects attributed to them, but, once again, never discussed.
 
Not everyone lost a hand - most didn't. Vingalmo was the only vampire who went to Dragon Bridge who was disarmed; Hestla, as a blacksmith, would be basically useless if she'd lost a hand.

That aside ... can Elder Scrolls vampires regrow limbs under their own power?
Uh, mortals might be able to over time with healing magic. I don't think TES vampires are vulnerable to Restoration, so they might be able to with that.

So, a vampire mage might be able to, but not with natural abilities. Their natural regen bonus just isn't strong enough.


As far as negotiations go, not aligning to any faction is probably the best move. No point in attracting attention when we don't need it, and we're not making any big moves anyways. Most we might do is exterminate the Dawnguard, but they aren't really aligned with the Stormcloaks or Imperials either.

We've also demonstrated restraint, so the Jarl of Solitude/the princess know we're not a crazy mass-murderer. Well, okay, we kinda are, but we're at least someone who can avoid killing bystanders when we feel like it.
 
[X] Continue non-hostilities with the Empire and Haafingar.
- From most important task to least, Dawnguard/Expansion/Castle Work/DB & the ones that left.
 
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[X] Continue non-hostilities with the Empire and Haafingar.
- From most important task to least, Dawnguard/Expansion/Castle Work/DB & the ones that left.
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I'm not sure on which option to take, but given how our last major decision turned out, I think that we should try to think about how our followers will react.
 
I'm not sure on which option to take, but given how our last major decision turned out, I think that we should try to think about how our followers will react.
To be fair, if vamp-douche didn't start licking our feet, Whatshisface likely wouldn't have left. Also the Companions choice felt like showing weakness for some reason.
We need to find out what Whatshisface is doing, seems fairly important.
 
The Adventure Begins
I really like this story and the premise. :) So here, have an omake - plot bunny. Flandre isn't the only nosey brat in Touhou. Three Fairies with penchant of slipping where they are not welcome found the strange 'doors' and decided to see, where they lead ...

Adventure Begins

"Say, when was it, we visited the Manor lastly?" a small girl, no taller then a fife year old but with body of at least ten year old human child asked. She was bored, again, and was trying to device a way to entertain herself. Pranking Reimu, sneaking into Marisa's home, searching for treasures, all that they did this summer several times. Even flying around with the Mad Fairy started to grow old by now. The whimsical blue eyed strawberry haired girl then remembered, they actually didn't visited one location for month! Not after the Maid forced them to clean after the feast before kicking them out. Literally.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" a blonde girl with red eyes looked up from her issue of Bunbunsmaru newspaper. She, like her companions, was a legend, sadly known to few. A Fairy who can read, and the only inhabitant of the Gensokyo who not only read but also SUBSCRIBED to the Aya's somewhat dubious paper. (Marisa laughed her ass of when she found out who the most - only - devoted reader was). She was also lot more cautious than her friends although she liked adventure as much as they do (she felt someone has to protest against her friend's funny ideas).

"Oh my," the last girl in the house snickered. "Are we up for the hide and seek game with the Maid again? She did won the last time." The innocent smiling beauty with raven hair and golden eyes was the most level-headed from the trio but also the most mischievous. Some thought she was the most intelligent but that was not true. She WAS the wisest of them ( it was the blonde who was the most knowledgeable, book wise at least), and, besides her power, was Legendary as the only Fairy with a common sense.

"Of course we are!" the strawberry Fairy straightened, taking what she thought was an imposing pose. She would be right, if she wasn't too short for it. "We are best in hide and seek! Even Reimu can't find us if we are careful!" (sadly they were careless more often than not). "Come on! There has to be a treasure in the mansion somewhere! It's so big! And you heard, what Marisa said yesterday?"

They did. Marisa was once again boasting about her last heists and mentioned that the Voile library was a 'treasure chest'. While the trio has somewhat warped look on what 'treasure' was - they valued old moon flag equally with the chip of sapphire they found during one of their 'adventures' (their most guarded and revered treasure was actually the old coffee grinder), they always seek for more.

"Besides, what they could do to us?"

It was not, as if they could be killed, well, not permanently.

"Oh my! New treasure? That sounds exciting!"

"We will show them, we are not to be underestimated!"

"I heard they went to Moon once. Perhaps they brought piece of it back!"

"SO LET'S GO!"

***

"Ouch Sunny. Don't poke me!"

"Stop bickering you two!"

"Sorry Star! And why are we whispering? No one will hear us, as long as my power is up!"

"Dunno, Luna. You started it!"

"Ouch!"

"Owwie!"

"Quick, here, Sunny!"

"Should warn me there was a maid flying toward us, Star!"

'What did I hit?' a girl around the trio's height was left sitting in the middle of the corridor, rubbing her forehead. 'No matter, I hope the flowers are alright. Oh, I am sitting on them? Whaaa!' the winged maid fled in fright, leaving the ruined flowers where they fell down.

"That was funny."

"Says you, Star," a strawberry pigtailed Sunny materialised in an alcove, still rubbing her own forehead, the two other fairies besides her, snickering. "Star, where is the room with the maid's clothes?! And warn us, if someone gets too close for a change!"

"Of course, Sunny," the raven haired beauty snickered. "Right, follow me, you two. We are almost there, and there is no one there too!"

"We should grab some accessories this time too," the last girl, the blonde Luna, proposed. "I bet, that was how we were caught last time. All maids carry those things all the time, and we didn't."

(Nice guess Luna, but it was actually, that you three are slightly too powerful to be common maids.)

Soon the trio was 'disguised' in the Scarlet manor's maid's uniforms, 'armed' with accessories, like Star's feather duster, Luna's glass tray or Sunny's mop. Truth was, the other Fairies they encountered from now on didn't give them second glance, being 'equipped' equally. They made it to the library when ...

"Hey! You three! While you are here, help me with the mess!" they ran into the first obstacle during this adventure. A demonic Familiar known as Koakuma caught them when they entered the room of their interest. She deviously roped them to work!

Luckily their association with the Oni Miko and the adventure they had here last time prepared them to handle the challenge!

"Yes, Sir, err Ma'am!" Sunny gave to Koakuma almost perfect salutation. The Fairies discarded their 'accessories' and grabbed random crate, statue or weapon someone heaped in front of a glowing door!

"Hey, just be careful with the souvenirs!" Koakuma called after the retreating Fairies. "Bring them to Remilia-ojou's quarters! And came back for the rest of it!"

Naturally they didn't drag them too far. Once out of sight, they discarded them rather carelessly. While pretty, and strange, the things were heavy and too large for them to drag them home. Besides ...

"Did you see them?" Star was giddy with glee. "They had to lead somewhere interesting!"

"Do you think, that's what Marisa was speaking about?" Luna wondered. So far, all they saw were books, and more books. On the other hand, the pile of junk err treasure looked more promising. It was a shame most of those things were so heavy...

"You bet it was!" Sunny was bouncing excitedly. "There has to be treasure we can take home!" (no matter to whom it belonged originally)

"Sunny, make us invisible again! Luna activate your silence!" Star commanded them, her own power active. She waited a bit for Koakuma and tremendously powerful newcomer to move away. "The way is clear! Let's go!"

The portal rippled as the three Fairies ran through it. A figure in gown emerged around a corner only moments too late.

"Oh my!" the local Magician Patchouli Knowledge sighed when she read who and what came through. "I had a bad feeling about it." The signatures were weak, only slightly stronger than common human's ones, but she thought she recognised them. And she felt the nature of Gensokyo - change a little.

***

Do you know the itch when something is missing? Something small, almost insignificant, something you placed where it belonged and then forgot about it? Something still important but not worthy of your attention? Something you saw everyday, so when it went displaced you KNEW?

Well, than you know about a tenth of what Yukari Yakumo, the strongest Youkai of Gensokyo felt that day. Something went missing, and unlike the wayward miss Scarlet, this time, the missing magic was IMPORTANT. She simply couldn't pinpoint why. Irate, and insomnious for once, the Sage left her room for first time in weeks during the morning. She knew, she will be unable to sleep, worrying what went wrong THIS TIME.

'Nothing. NADA, nil, nix!' Reimu was lazing around her shrine. The Eientei Sage was brewing batch of headache medicine. Keine was whispering with Mokou about something, both looking like schoolgirls on a first date. Remilia was actually back. Cirno was sleeping in middle of her iceberg, open and vulnerable - again. Moryia trio were home, Sanae preparing lunch. Aya was ... complaining?

"Ayayay," the reporter murmured. "Where did she went? I deliver her papers everyday, and she isn't home! Three days in row!"

"She?" blonde and violet figure, sitting on a verge of her gap of thousand creepy eyes, interrupted Tengu's musing. Aya almost got heart stroke from the surprise.

"Whaa! What in Moriya holy panties!" the Tengu whirled to face whoever surprised her. "Damn it Yukari! I am not prepared to be ambushed in middle of the sky!"

"He, he," giggled the Boundary Youkai. "I am curious a little. Whom are you missing?"

'What is going on?' "Aya, ehe," the Tengu chuckled awkwardly. While curious what Yukari needed so much to actually seek the reporter out, Aya didn't want her devoted reader in trouble. "Small problem with my deliveries. The one to Luna Child were returned. Says, the recipient is out of reach. Went to see myself, and it is true - she isn't home anymore!"

"Luna Child? Fairy perhaps?" Yukari tilted her head. She never paid them more than a glance, the Fairies always around, and under her notice. They hang often on the verge of her vision, not eager to come too close to someone who can stomp them down more effectively than the Miko. She didn't approached them either, they too weak to be useful, Cirno the only exception because what she COULD became. She remembered the only time, she did approached the mentioned Fairy and stomped her and the Sapphire of Stars easily into the ground. She felt embarrassed that she did underestimated the Milk of Sun. She should know better with the Fairy's power than to use a lasers on her! Wait, the Pillars of Light are missing?! Her senses zeroed where the pins holding the hole in Barrier left behind by Reimu's lazy carelessness closed should be. They were not there!

It was almost relief to know what went wrong. It was nothing catastrophic, the hole healed nicely and continued to heal, even without the Fairies, but their absence left the small corner of Gensokyo vulnerable. Weakened. Not by much, but still...

"Tell me more, Aya," she gestured to the worried reporter. "Start with how do you even know those three Fairies. And better say all you know, trustfully. For your own sake..."

***

"You know, I should have closed them long time ago."

Patchouli yelped and bounced in surprise. She was trying to divine what went through her Portals and in where direction when she got an unwelcome but feared visitor.

"Should order you to close them when the Vampire went through," Yukari continued, frowning at the offending holes in time and space. "No matter what you and Remilia wanted. You don't DESERVE them. You even can't guard them properly."

Patchouli was sweating nervously. While not furious, Yukari wasn't happy with her and others. "Can I help you, Yukari-sama?" she managed to cough out, nervously.

"Sadly no," frowned the Sage. "You have to hold them open as long as it is necessary. I would need to speak with ... Ah, here you are, Sakuya Izayoi, the Perfect Maid. Please, tell Remilia to come down here, I have a ... mission for you two."

***

"Damn it Yukari! I came back only three days ago and you want me to do WHAT?" Remilia stared at the Sage of Youkai.

"Yes, you heard me alright. I need from you to seek and capture three Fairies that ran away through those portals of yours," Yukari snickered lightly at the unbelieving stare Remilia and Sakuya gave her. "Patchouli Knowledge, you probably can feel it. Tell them, why!" 'And that is the least of it!'

"Ehm. Yukari-sama is speaking about Gensokyo being - diminished? The Fairies are embodiments of their powers. Perhaps ... Did you noticed the Sun hurting you less? Or the moon giving you less power now? The stars ... I tried divination right now. It was harder, they are silent. Normally, it is rather easy to get information on anything in the Gensokyo, but with Star Sapphire missing, even Tarots are ... less certain. Fairies are Gensokyo's magic, sort of. It is fascinating object of study. Did you know, there is a Fairy among our staff that gained power, no, was born from Sakuya's work? One that actually holds the Mansion's enlargements active for month?"

"Ehm!"

"Sorry, Yukari-sama. Shortly, the Gensokyo has four main sources of power - Youkai, Humans, Gods and Elementals, to whom Fairies belongs. Among them the Fairies has the strongest influence HOW the power is distributed, although their contribution to it is minimal. Do you remember the Perfect Cherry Blossom Incident? It was actually caused by the culprit capturing and kidnaping the Fairy Lily White."

"The Fairy Ojou-sama wanted me to capture so the Spring would come sooner?" Sakuya wondered and then recoiled under Remilia's glare while Yukari gave Remilia funny look.

"Yes, the one and the same," Patchouli gave Yukari nervous glance, but the Sage actually looked amused.

"Of course, the one behind that was... strong. It's HARD to capture and stay in hold of a Fairy. Captured Fairies ... die ... pretty quickly. And then are reborn somewhere in Gensokyo randomly - mostly mightily pissed at their captors," Yukari noted. "They can do a lot to get those who displeased them into many sorts of troubles. Luckily, they have short attention span and bad memory - most of them. There are exceptions, Lily, the Light Fairies and Cirno of all Fairies have the temper and the intelligence to stay cross with you for years - (although it is hard to tell in Cirno's case)."

"Fairies also have the capacity to turn both ways," Patchouli continued. "They start perfectly neutral, pure chaos tempered by laws of nature. Should they accumulate enough of fear or worship, they can turn into their respective Youkai or Goddesses."

"I would really like to know, where you learned this," Yukari mused, serious for once. "This should stay between the four of us."

Patchouli didn't tell. She would hate her friend to be in trouble for her openness and trust.

"No matter," Yukari dismissed the leak, "the Fairies of Light are currently on the Divine Path, partially thanks to Reimu. They are still pretty fickle and chaotic, but do you know they are immune to Reimu's Ying-yang orbs?"

She got their attention now.

"They hold rather prominent place among the Fairies and I have ... plans with them," Yukari was serious now. It didn't matter the plans were in range of millennia. She need them back, soon. "Your Portals caught their attention, as fickle as it is, and they used them. They are currently out there, with your sister, doing who knows what. And what they will go through will have a large effect on them, larger than her actions have on miss Flandre. They can turn away from their current path. They can ... mature in power quickly. They can speed their apotheosis even. I assure you, non of it would end without repercussions for Gensokyo and all of it inhabitants. So if you don't want to wake up in a world where the Hakurei shrine is renamed to the Three Pillars of Faith Shrine, find them! And quickly. I wish you good luck, you two." Yukari gave them mock bow, opened one of her gaps and vanished, leaving the task to capture the wayward Fairies in the hands of the Scarlet Mansion crew.

(The END - or no?)

Perhaps this could be another quest? Where are the Fairies and what are they up to? And what repercussions on them their actions have?
 
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