Post by Sileauniamh on May 17, 2008 12:26:15 GMT -5
It became apparent quite by accident just exactly how their enemy had managed to bolster up the numbers of their troops, the orcs and goblins that had made up the bulk of the fae-led invaders had at the last for the most part been portaled in by their unholy masters. It explained why they had a seeming almost never ending horde of fully adult warriors whether they were skilled or untrained no matter how many the Grand Army slew despite the joke that Ravager had told more than once that soon they would be sending out puling babes to confront them as they would have nothing else left.
Once discovered that portal had been utterly obliterated, and what had placed a smile on Sileauniamh's lovely face was that they had discovered it before the enemy could wipe out the traces of just who owned and powered it. She held in her hands a gift from her Generals, a small box which held bits of clothing and other personal items that had been left behind in the haste made to escape, and the sparkle in her golden and amber ringed eyes was far from warm and nurturing. These fools had escaped with their lives, but in their escape they had left her the keys to their destructions.
It was a very simple matter after that to call upon her “nephew”. He was Zayre's grandson, the eldest child of her daughter Storm and her husband, the Lord of Nightmare; besides being the child of two of the current Lords of Air and Dark he was one other thing that made him more fully Sileauniamh's relative than even Zayre's. He was The Hunter, he was the Lord of the Wild Hunt and under his control lay the Cwn Annwn and the Riders of the Hunt. One did not lightly summon the Huntsman, not even if one was an Unseelie Sidhe Queene but in Sileauniamh's eyes the risk of offending him was well worth the punishment to those that had tried to destroy not only her developing Court but the land that had given it a place to start.
She was very lucky she supposed that her Court was not based inside a Faerie Mound like most others, if it had been those that built the Portal could simply have gotten themselves right in under her defenses and attacked them where they felt the most safe. This did not mean however that the land that the Sidhe and the Fae of her Court inhabited was not a part of Faerie, it simply meant that in her Court the lands that were Fae-touched were not confined to a Mound. It made travel to Starhost sometimes harrowing if one did not follow the King's Road, and often times travelers would look out the windows of their carriages or over the sides of the wagons to find eyes watching them from the brush and the tree lines that made them glad they were safely on that road.
She went alone to speak with her nephew, despite the sure yelling matches that would be awaiting her once she strolled back into camp by herself. If it were not for what was sure to follow she might have been simply able to appear back in her royal tent, but the entire camp would be up in arms by the time she returned because they would have sensed the sudden rise in Fae power in the area when her summons was answered, and there would be no hiding the signs that the Wild Hunt had come once more to Oreitheldarin. The actual exchange and bargain had been simple enough, she gave the box with its personal items which were heavily laden with scent to the Hunter and made her request that he Hunt the owners of such; in return he had her permission to Take the Sidhe and do with them as he pleased, whether to make them lesser hunters to Ride with him ... or to create Hounds, more Cwn Annwn to bolster his Pack.
The moment she took the final step into the perimeter of her camp, the very instant her booted foot touched the earth there the Hunter's Horn sounded. Sileauniamh had enough sense to immediately summon Wards around the camp and she lifted her voice and shouted orders to the duty guards.
“Get inside the tents thou fools! Do thee not hear, the Hunter comes!”
She moved among the horses both flesh and fae casting the spells to keep them calm, and bemusedly watched as her Fair of demi-fae zipped with alacrity into the relative safety of her tent. The Horn sounded again as Prince Sularan exited his own tent where he had been discussing the latest information they had gathered and his expression was well, to coin a phrase thunderous. His lightning kissed eyes unerringly sought out the form of his Queene as she made sure the camp was secure before heading his way. Standing before him she gave a delicate shrug and her honeyed voice was soft.
“It is always so pleasant, when one has beloved relatives to call upon, is it not my Prince?”
She had left him speechless a moment, giving her enough time to head towards her tent before the shouting match could start, the echo of thunderclaps and the sizzle of close lightning strikes only adding to the ambiance in the air. Tonight nothing with sense would be caught out in the open, not only because of the building storm. Tonight, tonight the Wild Hunt was free to do as it pleased.
Once discovered that portal had been utterly obliterated, and what had placed a smile on Sileauniamh's lovely face was that they had discovered it before the enemy could wipe out the traces of just who owned and powered it. She held in her hands a gift from her Generals, a small box which held bits of clothing and other personal items that had been left behind in the haste made to escape, and the sparkle in her golden and amber ringed eyes was far from warm and nurturing. These fools had escaped with their lives, but in their escape they had left her the keys to their destructions.
It was a very simple matter after that to call upon her “nephew”. He was Zayre's grandson, the eldest child of her daughter Storm and her husband, the Lord of Nightmare; besides being the child of two of the current Lords of Air and Dark he was one other thing that made him more fully Sileauniamh's relative than even Zayre's. He was The Hunter, he was the Lord of the Wild Hunt and under his control lay the Cwn Annwn and the Riders of the Hunt. One did not lightly summon the Huntsman, not even if one was an Unseelie Sidhe Queene but in Sileauniamh's eyes the risk of offending him was well worth the punishment to those that had tried to destroy not only her developing Court but the land that had given it a place to start.
She was very lucky she supposed that her Court was not based inside a Faerie Mound like most others, if it had been those that built the Portal could simply have gotten themselves right in under her defenses and attacked them where they felt the most safe. This did not mean however that the land that the Sidhe and the Fae of her Court inhabited was not a part of Faerie, it simply meant that in her Court the lands that were Fae-touched were not confined to a Mound. It made travel to Starhost sometimes harrowing if one did not follow the King's Road, and often times travelers would look out the windows of their carriages or over the sides of the wagons to find eyes watching them from the brush and the tree lines that made them glad they were safely on that road.
She went alone to speak with her nephew, despite the sure yelling matches that would be awaiting her once she strolled back into camp by herself. If it were not for what was sure to follow she might have been simply able to appear back in her royal tent, but the entire camp would be up in arms by the time she returned because they would have sensed the sudden rise in Fae power in the area when her summons was answered, and there would be no hiding the signs that the Wild Hunt had come once more to Oreitheldarin. The actual exchange and bargain had been simple enough, she gave the box with its personal items which were heavily laden with scent to the Hunter and made her request that he Hunt the owners of such; in return he had her permission to Take the Sidhe and do with them as he pleased, whether to make them lesser hunters to Ride with him ... or to create Hounds, more Cwn Annwn to bolster his Pack.
The moment she took the final step into the perimeter of her camp, the very instant her booted foot touched the earth there the Hunter's Horn sounded. Sileauniamh had enough sense to immediately summon Wards around the camp and she lifted her voice and shouted orders to the duty guards.
“Get inside the tents thou fools! Do thee not hear, the Hunter comes!”
She moved among the horses both flesh and fae casting the spells to keep them calm, and bemusedly watched as her Fair of demi-fae zipped with alacrity into the relative safety of her tent. The Horn sounded again as Prince Sularan exited his own tent where he had been discussing the latest information they had gathered and his expression was well, to coin a phrase thunderous. His lightning kissed eyes unerringly sought out the form of his Queene as she made sure the camp was secure before heading his way. Standing before him she gave a delicate shrug and her honeyed voice was soft.
“It is always so pleasant, when one has beloved relatives to call upon, is it not my Prince?”
She had left him speechless a moment, giving her enough time to head towards her tent before the shouting match could start, the echo of thunderclaps and the sizzle of close lightning strikes only adding to the ambiance in the air. Tonight nothing with sense would be caught out in the open, not only because of the building storm. Tonight, tonight the Wild Hunt was free to do as it pleased.