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Correandor
9:47pm, January 18, 2011
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[Delete] | SPIRITS AND FAERIES
"We can do this one of two ways: The way that you want to do it, or the best way to do it. Whaddya want?"
"Oh by the way if you pick the way you want to do it I'm still going to do it my way but this is a court-eh-see, or something that I was told to say, so we'll be doing it my way now thanks byeeeee!"
Character proceeds to burn half the forest down on accident and accomplish the goal set out for him JUST BARELY within guidelines, calls it great success.
Water faeries would attack the party at that point while putting out fires, it would be a fun time.
Meanwhile, the other fire faeries are fighting them for putting out the free fires that they're already spreading elsewhere.
Earth faeries have to come lend a hand because the water faeries have resorted to straight up dropping balls of water on the forest, and not small ones.
A new mountain is formed, known as "Mount Farcking Fire War"
Afterwards, a kitsune comes over and goes "Um... so this mountain is unauthorized, and I'm going to need you to take it down...."
The earth faeries start hunting the water faeries, who start hunting the fire faeries, and the war begins again.
I picture this state of flux being a constant among the faeries. They don't explicitly hate each other, but they sure don't sit down for dinner together every three nights.
The earth faeries have elected an unwilling monarch to their throne, a Shiman who lives at the top of a mountain, they bring their concerns of war to him, he sighs heavily and sends a bird to another mountain with the message, "We need to talk again, the idiots have started a war."
"Again."
"Again? It ended at some point?"
"Yes, for around a month. Come over, it's easier for you because you can fly."
"You have that chariot of fire thing with the golden horse don't you?"
"It died in the last war."
"THEY CAN DIE?!"
"... come over."
An eylroos arrives a short while later carried on a cloud to a choir of earth faeries that can and can't fly glaring at it, and the shiman just chin on palm, head tilted slightly, bored expression, says, "Come, sit, let's speak while having tea."
The eylroos comes inside followed by a lot of water faeries that can fly, and a few riding on the backs of others that can't. The two sets of faeries sit on opposite sides of the room, grimacing and growling at each other.
The shiman coughs and raises a fist to his face, then strokes the long beard beneath his chin. The earth faeries go silent enough that you could hear a pin drop on their side, and for a moment the water faeries pick up in volume to cry in victory, at which point the eylroos casts a sideways glance at them, and suddenly the only sound is that of the wind against the mountain around them.
"I'd like to start by saying that I regret ever saying yes to a leadership position. You all bring me nothing but headaches. I understand that you made a mountain?"
One particularly tall earth fairy stands and points at the water fairy who seems tallest on the other end of the space. "Only because THEY flooded the land and we didn't want to live in a SWAMP!"
The one who was pointed at remains seated, but the one behind her stands taller than she could have. "That's just because the FIRE FAERIES LIT THE FOREST ON FIRE!"
“That is blasphemy” a fire fairy slams her tiny fist down on the acorn table.
The eylroos waves a hand and the one who spoke sits again. "I see, then we must speak to the kind of the fire faeries to sort this out as well. As they were the ones who began this problem, should it not be them who has the greatest punishment? I am not saying that my people will not take any blame, merely that they have only some of the blame for this situation."
Edited 9:12pm, June 04, 2023 by Correandor, author. |
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