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Opus clung to the deranged faye hoping to keep her from regaining the essence she had tried to steal. He looked bewildered as he struggled to keep her in his arms.

Elly's roll

FEAR MY BARDIC LOAR!

Fey creatures: add a +1 racial bonus to Knowledge (nature).
Fey Hunter: +1 bonus to Knowledge (nature) for Favored Enemy (fey), and +1/level (so +3 for Lirit) for Ranks in order to meet class requirements. (There're probably more bonuses, but sucks for you coz I'm lazy. razz )

10+
There is an old fairy tale about little mortal children being put into a trance, with eyes that glow red, blue, green, or violet based on the faerie who enchanted them. These fey were known as "Pipers," after the much more popular tale of fey who simply kidnapped children in their sleep through dreams. Pipers were descendents of the Dreamer, one of the first fey to be born, once equal in power to Origin (though that power has faded with mortal dalliances and mortal passage of time).

15+
The Dreamer as of recent (re: the last couple of centuries) has been offering his services upon the Dream Treader, a Dreamship. Dreamships are fueled by magical dreams of fey creatures with the Dreamer's blood, but the Dream Treader is reknowned for holding the Dreamer himself. Various dreamships have various methods of steering; for example, the Dream Treader uses giant fey rats (which I can't remember the name of crying ) running in wheels to move enormous peacock feathers back and forth in the wanted direction.
Pipers, being descendents of the Dreamer, use natural spells that are in his blood. If anyone would know how to cure a spell of that kind, it would be the Dreamer, or even a fellow Piper.

20+ (I dunno if anyone got this..)
The Dreamer knows his children aren't all Good. He works furiously between his deep slumbers to craft antidotes for every spell he knows. The Dream Treader, being his current place of residence, carries these antidotes in their well-protected Kitchen.

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Character Notes

Symphony: Queens can't leave their lands. You may accompany the party anywhere within Fashionable Symphonies and the Arbor Harbor, but that's it. No boarding ships, no flying to catch anyone. (Am I giving myself away again? Damn it.)

Opus: Mama could take care of her much easier. Then again, that might just show you're a weakling. Mommas boy~

Lirit: If you rolled high enough to get this info, or if someone shares it you recall Captain Aust's large collection of potion antidotes. As an elf, he has a few precious potions gifted to him from the Dreamer, having met him on his first trip into Faerie.
Oh, and stop stealing food in the background already! sweatdrop Lirit is too... "Lirit" for her own good. :XP:

Continued grapple check with Opus... EDIT: rofl *dies laughing*
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Sarya's limp form was as light as that of another Flier, as if she too had hollow bones. Then again maybe she just wasn't eating right. Emerald graciously offered no resistance to the scary hunter with a fork and backed away into the crowd again.

With a strong wrench, Opus pulled the nymph's feet out from under her and she lost all hope of escaping. Unfortunately, her wailing only increased. "Nooo! I want her, I want her! The mortal's mine!! She was a gift!"

The nymph squealed more, crying her blackberries straight off. "She was caught by the Will O' the Wisps! I found her there!"

"It's a Piper's spell, you deaf imbecile!" yelled a grig in the crowd, hopping a few times angrily. The rest of the Court of Fashionable Symphonies were stirring with anger for violence against a mortal visitor, especially a little maid- the most precious type of mortal in fey lore and spell. "Your Majesty, kill her!" "Kill her with iron, the fool!"

"He wasn't a Piper-!" The nymph realized her mistake and paled.

Opus shivered at the thought of cold iron torture as he held the writhing nymph in place. "Owwww!" the nymph sobbed. "Stop it, you're gonna kill me with that! Pipers have glowing eyes! She was already like that when he gave her to me! Sa-"

Suddenly the nymph's speech became garbled, as green magic spilled out of her mouth. A bright symbol in Ancient flared over her lips as they melted shut, then disappeared as the entire physical form of the nymphs began melting into nothing. Everyone present tensed or gasped at the sight; some for pity of any creature under such binding magic, some in fear of the easily recognizable symbol, and one in recognition.

One small circle within a larger circle connected by six rings, like a wheel. Two points tipped the edges of the circle, turning it to a diamond. Other than the triangular tips, Elly recognized the symbol from where he'd seen it many times before: upon his father's cheek.

"The Underground! It's real! She's a member!" some shrieked, causing the entire crowd of fey to fall in uproar and scramble away from the melting faerie.