CVnU: Karna's Garden Grove

Karna's Garden Grove

Located in the heart of the Metropolis of Ravens Landing is a Garden teaming with mystical elements, a wide arrange of savage wildlife, and a variety of Sprites that call this place home. The subject of which is an amusing one to the actual owner of this Garden, unknown to the magical inhabitants of this enchanted Garden its actual owner is the Princess Witch of Ravens Landing Karna.

Karna is a wicked Witch and has morbid indulgences, one of her sadistic pastimes is her Garden. She enjoys observing this seemingly beautiful place, which has been designed by herself: Every root, blade of grass, pebble, and herb. She planted this Garden with rare herbs and spores, that would attract many types of Fey. These Sprites come in six verities and due to an unholiness there have been two more crossbreeds, so in fact there are now eight verities of Sprites living in the Garden, as well as some of the meanest most destructive wildlife imaginable. Karna filled her Garden with snakes, lizards, birds of prey, rodents, and large flesh eating insect and arachnid breeds as well. These beasts infest the Garden with their overwhelming hunger for the Sprites that also call this place home.

This has led to many hours of enjoyment for the Witch as she watches the chaos from her viewing orb, every act of aggression, every act of primal instinct, makes her cackle with deranged delight. And it is not just the wild life that is chaotic in this place, even some of the herbs of the vine, are designed to reek havoc, and rend the flesh from their tiny little Fey bones. This has caused the Sprites in this place to become a warrior people, a forced change from their natural peaceful and jubilant customs. Fey are not normally drawn to violence in most cases, in fact most Sprites living anywhere else are carefree party animals. They are not privy to that sort of thing here however.

The Sprites

Sprites are reclusive fey. They go out of their way to fight evil and ugliness, and to protect their homeland. Sprites are immortal and only die through means of injury or disease. The first six natural breeds of Sprites are as follows:

High Sprites

High Sprites speak only their own language, common, and elven. They resemble tiny High Elves, with silver butterfly wings and golden eyes, pale skin, and long delicate features, their hair is long and healthy and comes in the colors of white, black, and golden blonde. They stand from head to toe at an adorable height of 6" and they are the tallest of the Sprite breeds. They wear long flowing elegant gowns, woven from spiders silk, and adorned with skins and furs.

Water Sprites

Water Sprites have fine, childlike faces, with round cheeks and fish-like eyes. They don't have wings, they have webbed hands and feet for better swimming, much like frogs, in which they share in likeness too in body tone, color, and patterns. They wear very primal clothes and carry equally primal weapons and tools.

Pixie

Pixies stand about 4" tall, they resemble small wood elves, but with longer ears. Pixies have two silver wings, like those of moths. They wear clothes woven from spiders silk, and dyed with flower petals.

Nixie

Nixies have webbed fingers and toes much like Water Sprites, however they also have longer ears like that of Pixies, and wide silver eyes. Most are slim and comely, and they have lightly scaled, pale green skin and dark green hair. They wear very little clothing Nixies. They live both on land and in water.

Atomie

Atomies avoid most of the other breeds except for the Grigs. The lightest and quickest of all the Sprites, Atomies are 3" tall. They have four dragonfly-like wings. Their features are Elven, their skin is pale with a hint of woodland green. They wear clothes that helps them blend in with their surroundings.

Grigs

Grigs are mischevous and lighthearted. They fear nothing and take great joy on playing tricks on others. A Grig has the head, arms, and torso of a Sprite, with the wings, antennae, and legs of a cricket. They can leap great distances. Grigs have light blue skin, forest green hair, and brown hairy legs. They wear brightly colored tunics, more often then not. Grigs speak atomie, brownie, pixie, sprite, and common. They can hear better then any of the other breeds.

The Others

Two more breeds have sprouted up in recent nights, two unnatural breeds. Evil abominations, bred from the combination of ill yolked breeding and dark magics. Tainted by the very evil that the Sprites have sworn to protect their homeland from, there is no love between these breeds and the rest of the Sprites in fact they will fight to the death in most cases, upon even seeing one another.

Spinixe

Spinixe are more like Grigs only larger and likened to a spider instead of a cricket. They resemble Drow (Dark Elves) and have a burning hatred for the High Sprites, and a burning hunger for Grigs, and Atomie. They wear strange armors and carry powerful weapons forged from the ore found in the soil, for the Spinixe live beneath the earth, in the roots of the trees. The Spinix were created by crossbreeding between Sprites and Spiders. None know why this has happened, or how it was even possible for that matter.

Locathixe

Locathixe are a reptile breed, a water snake to be more precise about it. They are all born from a cult of Sprites that worship the dreaded queen of the underbrush, the water asp known as Naga Kahn. Through dark rituals these Sprite followers whom serve their snake mother, have found a way to draw the strength from her hunger as she feeds from others of their kind that they trick into her nest. They have found a way to draw that dark energy and cast it inside of themselves in times they become Locathixe, the infected. They possess powerful venom, and their bites are deadly to all.

The Bestiary

The Garden is teeming with wild meat eating predators of all kinds here is a list of some of the known enemies of the Sprites.

Bats

The Bats are the lesser of the evils here, for they do not eat the Sprites, but they do eat all of their food, the Sprites eat fruit mostly and these Bats eat fruit only, and loads of it, too boot.

Birds

There are many birds in the Garden and most of them are flesh eaters, that cannot tell the difference between a little old pixie, to a grub.

Bugs and Spiders

Of all shapes and sizes, of all colors and swarms. Wings, Stingers, Pincher, and Claws. Eight legs to a thousand, and everything in between, these are a few of the most awful things.

Owls

The silent hunters of the night. Many Sprites have become the midnight snack of these marvelous and at the same time lethal creatures.

Rats

Rodents that stalk the Gardens grounds, searching for the young, the egg colonies are always under threat of these scavengers.

Snakes

Of all shapes and sizes. All dangerous. All feared and respected. Naga Kahn is by far the worst however a great and powerful all black asp.

( CVnU Rules and Regulations apply)

[[ Very good work, as always! ]]

(Jack just seems to work here. :) )

This is really cool. Love the Black Asp....I'm all about snakes.

@Quintus_Knightfall:

:) Given the scale... I am going to write Naga Kahn as if she were a great dragon, from the pages of a good fantasy novel.

@Naamah: After I get rid of some of my alts I'mma make a character to explore this thread with.

@Quintus_Knightfall: *Claps!* Yay! :)

Not my style but I respect it good job

@Surkit: The concept for me was just for fun mostly. The idea was little world, big troubles. Basically the way it happened was I watching Starship troopers the other night, and coloring in my Tinkerbell coloring book, and everything just sort of came together as Sarah walked into the kitchen in her undies... "Lightbulb" click :)

The things that inspire me... LOL!

@Naamah: lol cute.

If it didn't inspire you something would be wrong :P

(Brilliant work, Naamah!)

@Nordok: Thanks <3 What did you think of the subspecies breeds?

@Naamah_Obyzouth: Love them. Made me want to break out the old Monster Manual and roll some dice. ;)

@Nordok:The High Sprites are kind of like miniature Gray Elves.

I'd like to use this place to bring over CVnU Gambler.

Naamah!

Oh, wait. Name's in the creator's title. Damn!

Still, good done, of course.

@Quintus_Knightfall said:

I'd like to use this place to bring over CVnU Gambler.

:)

tk tk tk, tk tk, tk tk tk tk tk Fleet of foot the tiny braveheart rushed from the cover and safety of the fallen leaf still sheltering those he had left behind. The wind rushing past his oversized ears had long ago devoured their pleas to remain hidden. But born with a courage larger then most, the young Gambler instinctively reacted upon seeing a follow rodent in need of help. His tiny blade violently halting the penetrating fang of a venomous viper only seconds before piercing the trembling flesh of its next meal. Strain visibly coursing through his undersized frame as he struggled to keep the stalemate going. "Run." he ordered. Never turning his gaze away from the hypnotic stare of the snake until the pitter patter of miniature feet faded into the the nothingness behind him. Pushing off taking a wide stance and bringing his sword over his head while his deadly adversary recoiled its body with flickering tongue, there was a brief moment of hesitation before they both lashed out......

Never have I ever.....If it's all the same to you, I'm sort of rooting for the snake.

@Gambler: Yay! He's a mouse! Adorable! <3

@Naamah_Obyzouth: I've wanted to use a Mouse Guard av for years and never had the chance :D

The thought of Naam with a coloring book, adorable!

It

was the first time Amorath had seen her naked, but it felt no more intimate to him than the last time they had been together, at the great gathering between the High Priests of Milkeila's tribe, Arecaceae, and a few select cousins of Pteridophyta. That's when he had known and when she had known. That's when Amorath had found a witness to his life, a justification of his heart and mind, a spirit kindred, a heart equally wide. All of the bantering, all of the posturing, between the High Priests and the Shamans had played out like a sorry game to him, a juggling of positions with each side trying to gain a better ground.

None of it had impressed him none of it had impressed Milkelia, and both had recognized the truth of it, the truth of it all, in each others eyes.

Now she walked towards him with confidence and all that she had revealed since stepping from her branch paled against that which she had already shown him. He looked at her eyes, at the sense of purpose on her face, at the trust that had already grown between them.

He fumbled with his robe. He wished he could have been as graceful as Milkeila, but sensations overwhelmed the Pixie, and a sense of urgency came over him. They fell together on the soft damp moss and said not a word as they made love under the stars and moon.

Each had seen the potential of something greater in joining their religions, a wider and more perfect truth, and so it was physically between them, where their union seemed a more perfect form then either alone.

The

tall and willowy woman burst from the forest, the wide leaves of many ferns and low plants slapping against her bare legs as she rushed along the sketchy path. She had hurried from her village, intending to perform the midday service, the Fisherman Blessing, as her station demanded of her. As soon as Milkeila cleared the last brush and viewed the rocky expanse to the beach she knew that her service would be delayed, however, for none of the fishermen were in the water. They stood upon the high rocks, staring out over the calm lake (pond) to the south-east. Moving out onto the beach and toward those rocks Milkelia understood the distraction, for the sound of battle, the sharp crack of sticks, the occasional cry of rage or pain, drifted across the flat water to her ears.

"Pteridophyta" one of her kinfolk said to her. She knew that already from the distraction of the sounds, referring to the small and rocky island upon which the Spinixian foreigners had built their small simple temple.

"The cultists are longing for their homeland again," another fisherman said with a derisive snort, and others snickered at the thought.

Milkeila brushed from her face her thick hair, a brilliant gold that blazed like fire in the sunlight, to peer intently into the fog, though she knew that she would see nothing definitive at this distance across the misty lake. Only on breezy days, when the perpetual fog was blown clear at various intervals, could the people of Pteridophyta , this island, catch the slightest glimpse of the cultists home, and even then, it was nothing more than an indistinct blur in the distance.

There was simply too much mist this day, as almost every day.

"Better the Pixies than the High Sprites," another of Milkelia's kinfolk remarked. The others grumbled their agreement. Milkeila remained silent and did well to hide her discontent, for she hardly agreed. Nor had it always been this way between her people of Arecaceae, Clan Silver-Moon, and the southern Pixie sprites, who call themselves the "Wild Ones." When the Pixies had first appeared at the lake they had befriended the High Sprites, particularly the High Priests, to which Milkeila belonged too.

Many of her kinfolk had quickly become disenchanted with the Pixies because of their insistence that their way was the only true way, that their religion was the true religion, and their demand of adherence to that strict order and rituals.

Milkeila's

hand moved up to brush the neckless concealed under her more traditional one depicting the symbols for the great owl spirit. Under her gown the beautiful High Sprite kept a ring of gems, stones of varying color and type and magical property, given to her by one of the Elder High Priests. She glanced around guiltily, knowing that her people would judge her harshly if they discovered her secret, and the other secret: that she was privately meeting the young Pixie, being tutored in the general ways of Pixie gemstone magic. And much more than that.

The sounds of battle increased across the water.

The

serrated blade was barely an inch from Amorath's throat when another Spinix grabbed the arm holding it.

"Nah," that second spider-folk said, tugging the first one back from the bound Pixie.

"I won't cut him wrong that his blood's spillin' too fast!" the assured the others. "Let him die slow, and we'll all get our caps in the puddle, what?"

"Nah, ye're not for cuttin' him at all." said the other, and he moved in between the knife-holder and poor Amorath. He glanced back at Amorath as he did. Amorath realized from the Spinix's recently busted nose, blood caked on his thick mustache, that this had been one of his opponents before the snakes had arrived on the scene.

"What're ye jabberin', then?" the knife holder argued. "I come here to wet me cap, and wetting me cap's what I'm to do!"

"Ye got a dozen dead snakes for cutting."

"Bah, but snakes blood's not much for brightening me cap, and ye're knowing it, ye danged fool!"

"Best ye're to get, unless some o' them other Pixie come out o' their rock house, and that ain't for happening!"

One of the other Spinix added a complaint of his own, and another chimed in, but a second Spinix stepped forward in support of the first. Amorath recognized this one as the wounded Ghaust, whom Amorath had circle-kicked under the fungus and had later leaped over when he had gone to intercept the snakes.

"Let him go, Vuhgneer," Ghaust said to the knife-holder. "If me thoughts're sorting out right, then this one saved me hairy bum."

"Snakes had ye dead," the first one agreed. "We've put ye under a stone pile like we done to Tharng there."

"Aye," agreed another, and to Amorath's horror, that one held up a heart, Tharng's heart, apparently.

"But if there'd been no snakes..."Vuhgneer argued, though even he seemed to be losing steam here let his knife's tip slip down toward the ground, enough so that Amorath was beginning to think he might indeed survive this ordeal."Got me a crop o' burned beard,"he added, tugging at the left half of his fiery red beard, or at least, the right side remained fiery red, for the clump in his hand had been blackened by one of the shaman's bolt of lightning."And now ye're telling me that I lost half me beard for nothing? And when there's bright Pixie blood right there, laid out tied and ready for the taking?"

"Foul chaps we'd be to kill one what saved our hairy bums," The first growled back at him.

"Flattened yer own fat nose!"Vuhgneer shouted.

"Aye,"said the first, and he glanced back and nodded appreciatively, at Amorath."Got a wicked punch to him."

"And a wicked kick," added Ghaust.

"Then a good kill he'll be!" Vuhgneer reasoned. "And a brighter cap I'll wear!"

"But ye weren't the one to drop him, was ye?" The first asked.

"Snakes bring him down, and only because he leaped into lot o' them to save Ghaust. The least ye can do is knock him down yerself afore ye're for taking his bright blood, don't ye think?"

Vuhgneer stood straighter, the knife slipping down to his side as he eyed Ghaust and the first suspiciously."What're ye saying?"

The first grinned, his teeth shinning white between his bushy black hair and beard. He drew out his own knife and stepped fast behind Amorath. With a sudden swipe he took the bindings from the fallen Pixies wrists. He reached down and grabbed the man by the arm and roughly hoisted him to his feet.

A

wave of dizziness buckled poor Amorath's legs as a ball of fire seemed to erupt within his battered skull. He couldn't focus his eyes and would have fallen back to the moss had not Ghaust rushed over to help keep the first keep him upright.

"Well, alrighty then,"Vuhgneer laughed. He lifted his knife and advanced, grinning from ear to ear. The first didn't even have to intercept, though, as a pair of Spinix behind Vuhgneer grabber him by the shoulders.

"Not now, ye dolt,"one said."Fool Pixie can't even stand."

"Where's yer honor?"the other agreed.

"It's staining me beret!"Vuhgneer argued, pulling away, but he did indeed lower his knife.

"Now for yourself,"the first said, turning Amorath to face him, hoisting the Pixie again as he slumped back towards the moss."New moon tonight ol' Luna's not to be found. Are ye hearing me boy?"He gave Amorath a little shake, which elicited a pronounced groan. "Next time Luna's not to be found ye get yerself back to the shore, and we'll come ashore so ye can fight Vuhgneer here straight up,"the first explained.

"Yach, but the Pixie dog's not to come out to fight!"Vuhgneer argued.

The first tossed his fellow Spinix a dismissive glance and muttered,"Its the best ye're getting,"before turning his attention back to Amorath."Ye come alone and come ready to fight. And if Vuhgneer's beating ye, then know yer blood's forfeit."

"And what if this one wins?"Ghaust asked, giving Amorath another shake, which brought forth another groan. Across the way Vuhgneer snorted as if the notion was absurd.

"We'll get him something for his trouble, then," said the first.

"Yach, but ye're giving him life now!"one of the Spinix behind Vuhgneer reminded."Ain't that to be enough?"

"Aye, that's enough,"said another.

"Nah,"the first bellowed back, waving his free hand at them."Making it more interestin'. If this skinny Pixie is to win, then we'll give him Vuhgneer's cap,"he added suddenly, on impulse.

"Aye!"Ghaust said, seeing all the faces except for Vuhgneers, of course, brightening around him.

"To the dactyl's bum ye are!" Vuhgneer frothed.

But the first was quick to reply,"Are ye to saying that ye can't take a skinny Pixie one-to-one?"

"Yach!"Vuhgneer protested and threw up his arms, whirling away.

"Ye heard it all, boy?"the first asked Amorath, turning the Pixies face to look at him directly."Next time Luna's not to be seen. Gives ye a month to get yer head put back together. Ye come out and ye come alone."

Surely the world was spinning, and Amorath hardly registered any of it. But he managed to nod.

The first and Ghaust laid him back down on the moss, and Amorath's thoughts fell far, far away.

Amorath

never heard the craft's approach, for the wind was up this night and off the water, and the sound of lapping waves against the rocky beach filled his ears. He had been out of the temple for several hours by then, his torch burned low, and his attention had long since left the unseen water. He sat in the moss, his back against a stone, staring up at the stars, which peeked out every now and then through the gray swirl. He worked two gemstones, a soul stone and a lodestone, through his fingers, tapping them together at intervals. The lodestone's power lay in magnetism, and Amorath had often come out with it, using its magical properties to look through it at the beach and shallows surrounding the Isle. He had found many coins, and old weapons and tools, for with the lodestone he could sense metal, he could even use the power of the stone to telekinese small metallic objects to his waiting hand.

He hadn't found anything this night, but he hadn't really looked, using the lodestone as a pretense for getting out of the temple without drawing suspicion. Once out here, the sun setting, he lost any interest in even pretending to search, as one question dominated his every thought: Would the Spinix come?

Even the pressing thought of impending battle had been lost to him soon after that, as the stars began to shine and before the mists climbed high enough to obscure them so greatly. Amorath often lost himself among the celestial lights, letting his mind drift back to his days of youth. The fighting would not stop. The savage souls of the Spinix would not be saved."Ah, Milkeila, alas, for you were my last hope,"Amorath whispered, and his voice thinned even more as he moved to toss a pebble out toward the water, for there, coming at him through the uneven mist, loomed the hairy and wrinkled faces of the bloody-cap Spinix.

Amorath scrambled to his feet, brushing the loose moss and dirt from his pants."So ye came out,"the first greeted him. The Spinix stepped closer and glanced all about, and Amorath retreated a step."Alone?"

Amorath nodded, his eyes scanning the small band, then locking on the one in the back of the bunch, his planned opponent, who stood grinning wickedly and slapping a wooden club across his open palm. For a moment, panic set in, and the shaman felt his knees go weak, his brain screaming at him to turn and flee with speed!

"Alone?"The first said again, and he slapped Amorath on the hip. Amorath instinctively hopped aside, and all the Spinix bristled, and the Pixie thought he would be overrun immediately. But the attack never came.

"Well?" The first demanded.

"Yes, alone," Amorath stammered, "I gave you my word."

"Ye did no such thing, but ye didn't argue,"said the Spinix."Not that ye could've argued and still kept yer blood in yer body."That brought laughter from the gathering, and Amorath swallowed hard.

"But that ye think it yer word, or counted it as such, says good about ye got honor, or says ye got no wits about ye,"Ghaust added, drawing another laugh."Most with Pixies, we're thinking the second."

The laughing heightened, but the first cut it short."Get it done,"he said, nodding towards Vuhgneer, who came forward, weapon waving at the ready.

"Ye know the rules?" the first asked Amorath.

"No."

"Then ye do,"snickered the first, and the other Spinix laughed again, except for Vuhgneer, who wore as fierce a scowl as poor Amorath had ever seen."Vuhgneer's lookin to finish ye, so if ye lose, expect to lose a lot o' yer blood. For yerself, ye beat him down as much as ye're wanting. Not a one of us'll get in the way. Kill him or bash his head in, or whatever ye're thinking to do, once ye've won, Vuhgneer's cap is yer own to claim."

"I ain't for liking that!" Vuhgneer grumbled.

"Ye're meaning to kill him, but we're just for giving him yer cap," the first argued.

"Me cap is worth more then his life!"

"Well then he can kill ye and take the damned thing!"the first shot back.

"Only way the cricket's getting it!"

The first started to respond, but then just offered a smile to Amorath and stepped out of the way. Amorath was about to ask a question, seeking assurances that he wouldn't get gang-tackled if he did indeed gain the upper hand, but he didn't even get the first word out of his mouth before Vuhgneer roared and charged in, smashing left and right with his club.

Amorath swung to his right, then again farther to the right, and a third time, which put him facing away from the furious Spinix. He dove into a headlong roll, coming to his feet and spining forward immediately into a second dive and roll, for he felt the press of the charging Spinix. His third leap put him over some piled stones and gave him time to turn on the far side, so that when Vuhgneer came roaring around the tumble, Amorath was ready and waiting.

"Are ye for fightin, or runnin?"the Spinix just asked before Amorath rushed forward, inside the reach of his club, and smashed him with a left, right combination that abruptly stole his momentum. The Pixie leaped straight back, and threw his head back farther to avoid a short swipe of the club. He slapped the back of it as it flashed past, driving it out and down, and managed a quick left jab to the Spinix's hairy face before leaping back out of reach of the heavy backhand.

"Three hits for him,"the first laughed.

But Vuhgneer just snorted, and if he had even felt any of Amorath's punches, it didn't show. He roared ahead, swiping wildly and repeatedly, and Amorath could only dodge and dart back.

"How long can ye run?"Vuhgneer teased, and came forward in a sudden rush and lunched a mighty overhead chop.

Far enough to avoid that strike, the Spinix realized, and his eyes went wide as his club descended past his field of vision, to see that Amorath had already reversed course and was coming straight for him. The Pixie leaped and lay straight out, feet first, and caught Vuhgneer with a double kick about the face and shoulders that sent the Spinix flying back and to the ground.

Vuhgneer quickly rolled to his belly and started up, but he had barely made to three of his eight legs before Amorath fell over him, driving a knee hard into the side of his head. Vuhgneer turned to face the knee directly as Amorath pumped his leg, but it took three smashes before Spinix managed to bite the Pixie, and even then, Amorath was able to quickly retract his leg so that Vuhgneer had hardly broken the skin, and injected no venom.

Amorath fell over the Spinix and rolled about, looping his hands up under the kneeling Spinix's arms and up behind his neck. Normally this move would ensure victory, for a victim could be rendered helpless from the waist up, but normally Amorath wouldn't put the double vise hold, as it was called, onto a Spider-Folk.

Vuhgneer balled his legs under him and with tremendous strength lifted himself to a standing position, driving the Pixie up behind him. Amorath tried to jerk and twist to keep his opponent off-balance, but Vuhgneer went into a sudden frenzy, spinning about left, then back fast to the right, then back to back, stomping his eight legs all the while.

Amorath felt as if he were riding a bullfrog. His feet were off the ground more then on, and he could do little to interrupt Vuhgneer when the Spinix took up a sudden run. Amorath fell lower on the Spinix's back, letting his legs drag, trying to halt the growing momentum, but Vuhgneer roared ahead, then bent low at the waist, lifting Amorath back up. At that instant, Amorath understood the intent, and saw the cluster of large rocks fast approaching, but Vuhgneer slapped his arms in a cross up high on his chest, reaching back behind his shoulders to grab Amorath's wrists and hold him fast. Then with sheer Spinix power, Vuhgneer ducked again and launched himself into a somersault, bringing poor Amorath right over top.

Amorath hit the side of the largest rock, and Vuhgneer sandwiched into Amorath. They hung there for a moment, like a splattered cherry-tomato, before both rolled down to the dirt.

@Milkeila: That half elf/spider is Beast Mode

@Quintus_Knightfall: I am glad you are enjoying it... I am not used to writing a lot of action.

"Get Up,"

Amorath told himself, trying to untwist, trying to get air back into his lungs. He hardly knew where he was, with bloody-cap Spinix's howling all about him, but he kept his wits just enough to realize that it was not a good place, and that if he did not get up soon, he would be murdered where he lay.

He just started to his knees when the club flashed in. Purely on instinct, purely through long hours of training he had received in the martial arts, Amorath snapped his left forearm up vertically to intercept that blow. The crack sent a wave of nauseating agony ripping through him, but his trained muscles continued the practiced move. He dropped his arm straight down, catching the shaft of the club in his left hand as he twisted about sidelong to his attacker, his right hand knifing up to catch the club right at the Spinix's hand. Tugging down with his left and shoving up with his right, Amorath gained the angle and tore the club from the Vuhgneer's grasp. He kept the club turning, bringing his right hand right over his left, then he let go with his left as the club came back to horizontal, now directly across his chest.

Amorath gave a grunt and drove his right hand back, stabbing the fat end of the club right into Vuhgneer's eye with a thunderous crack. The Spinix's head snapped back and he stumbled several steps. Amorath pursued, spinning the club out far to his right and then driving it hard against the side of the stunned Spider-Folk. Still backpedaling, Vuhgneer tried to twist and block the blows, but wound up falling right over, to the appreciative howls of the first and the others.

Amorath went in for the win, thinking to drive the Spinix prostrate and pin him helplessly until he surrendered. Vuhgneer rolled his shoulder in tight, then burst back out, launching a backhand, and one that Amorath would willingly accept. The Pixie curled only a little, bringing his left arm up to gain absorb most of the blow, thinking to come in right behind it with another smash of the club.

But he didn't absorb it.

An explosion of fire ripped through Amorath's arm. He staggered backward, dropping the club and grabbing at his torn skin. He hardly understood what had happened until the Spinix leaped to his feet and faced him directly, the bloody axe swinging easily at the end of his left arm.

"What?" Amorath said, still backing until he fell to his bum in the moss.

Vuhgneer laughed at him and approached, and Amorath dropped his hands and all pretense of defense, for how with his flesh might he stop the swing of a metal-bladed axe?

"I'm wetting me own cap first!"Vuhgneer insisted to his fellows, closing the last few steps. He brought his axe up high and stepped in behind the descending blow, driving it down with enough force to crack open a walnut, or sever the Pixies arm if he had lifted it to block.

And indeed, Amorath did lift his right hand, for when he had dropped his arms down beside him, he had brushed against his small belt pouch. Now he held the lodestone, and he saw the metallic axe head through its magic clearly as if he were looking at the noontime sun on a cloudless day, Desperation drove the Pixie more than any actual thought, and he sent his energy into the gemstone, bringing its magic to an immediate crescendo.

He thought to call the axe head down toward the stone, but instead, again purely on instinct, he let the stone go to its target again. When Amorath opened his hand, the charged lodestone bulleted out with tremendous speeds, firing true to the call of the metal axe head. The sharp report echoed off the stones of the Isle and rolled out to the corners of the Garden Grove. Good fortune was with Amorath, for the gemstone hit the axe as it descended past Vuhgneer's head, and the force of the blow broke the head from the handle so cleanly that it flew back into the Spinix's ugly face.

The stone flew away, far, far away, and Vuhgneer staggered back, a crease of blood showing about his cheeks and nose. He tried to stand straighter, growled against the pain and the numbness that was spreading across his stout form.

He was kneeling and didn't know it.

He was lying in the dirt and didn't know it.

Amorath grasped his torn arm again and stumbled over to straddle the Spinix. He reached down and pulled the Spinix's beret free, then grabbed a clump of Vuhgneer's hair and tugged his head up out of the moss and dirt.

"I'm not for knowin what just happened."the first said, and he and the others crowded in a bit and seemed none to happy with the sudden reversal of fortune.

"You said I knew the rules,"Amorath reminded.

The first thought it over for a moment, then turned to his fellows and gave a hearty laugh, one that echoed through the Spinix ranks. And still Vuhgneer showed no sign of resistance or consciousness, prompting the first to say in all seriousness,"Do you mean to kill him to death, then?"

Amorath looked down at the mass of hair and blood, then simply let go, Vuhgneer's face thumping back into the dirt. The men stepped away and a pair of Spinix went to their fallen comrade, unceremoniously hoisting him to his feet. They gave him a couple of rough shakes and one spat in his face.

"Yach, but what in the dark waters...?" Vuhgneer sputtered, his words hardly decipherable through his fast-swelling lips.

"What, what?"said the first."He popped ye good in the head, ye dope. Put ye down good."

"I'll be paying him back."

"Nah, ye'll be shutting yer mouth and"the first paused and moved to the side, scooping Vuhgneer's beret from of the dirt."making yerself another cap."

Vuhgneer yanked one arm free from the Spinix holding him, and when that fellow tried to grab him again, Vuhgneer slammed the back of his fist into his eye. "No, ye don't!" Vuhgneer yelled at the first as he moved towards Amorath, cap in hand.

"Ye got yer bum beat, and yer cap's the price,"said the first.

"It is all right."Amorath tried to intervene, for what was he to do with a Spinix's bloody cap anyway? But the first wasn't listening.

"The dactyl demon it is!"Vuhgneer protested, and he tore himself free of the other Spinix holding him, then held that one back with a hateful scowl before advancing on the first.

"The pixie keeped his word in coming out, but yerself's not got that honor?"the first asked.

"Ye ain't to give him me cap!"

"It is all right,"said Amorath, but no one was listening.

The first turned sidelong to the advancing Vuhgneer and lifted his right arm up high and back, holding the cap away from his reach, he slugged the Spinix's face.

His mistake.

For the first had retrieved something else when he had grabbed up the cap, and his left arm shot across the neck height to Vuhgneer. Vuhgneer started to shout something, but all that came out was a bubbling bloody gurgle, for that sharpened axe head, quietly retrieved by the first as he walked over, had cut a neat line indeed across poor Vuhgneer's throat.

The first stepped back and calmly presented the beret to Amorath, while Vuhgneer slumped down to his knees, chocking and grasping at his torn windpipe and artery, his blood spraying high.

Amorath went for his pouch and his remaining stone."I can heal him,"he declared, rushing past the first, or trying to, for the powerful Spinix stopped him dead in his tracks with an outstretched arm.

"No, ye can't. Ye can take yer damned cap and dip it in his blood. Then ye can put it on yer head and get gone from here. We're done playing boy, and the next blood that what's spilling'll be yer own."He thrust the beret into Amorath's hand."Dip it!"he ordered in a voice that brooked no argument.

As he stumbled off the beach a few thumping heartbeats later, wet cap in hand, Amorath heard the first instruct the others to their relief, apparently, judging their responses, to take Vuhgneer's heart. By the time he reached the small stone archway that led to the main door of the temple, Amorath heard the now-familiar Spinix burial song carried up by the breeze, its strange and somehow gentle intonations and harmony (given the gravelly voices of the singers) mingling with the sound of the waves so that Amorath would not even have known it was to be a song had he not heard it before.

O_O

Grunting

Naga Kahn's head Witchdoctor walked to the altar. Painted face and convulsing, the two legged leader of theLocathixe never looked very wholesome. His fearless attitude was not effected by anything, let alone killing an innocent female Nixie. She saw him holding his jagged thorn dagger, and she glared at him with terror burning in her silver eyes.

A dark pool of energy formed in the air directly above them, a sphere of necromantic energy. The Witchdoctor chanted, in a guttural beast-like manner, filling the cave, and the sphere started to flux in and out of planer validity. An evil wind was blowing, whirling around in a vortex, making a strange roaring sound.

"Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"all the witnesses are chanting, as they watch the dark ritual take place.

The Nixie is bound to the alter with spiderweb, by means of loyal Spinix slaves that have decided to work for the Snake children of Naga Kahn. She has also been bitten by the Witchdoctor, and his venom has rendered her completely helpless.

"Not yet!" the Witchdoctor shouted as he grabbed a nearby pupil by the head and with a quick jerk of his arms, SNAP!, he broke his neck as the others started to devour their fallen sibling. "Our Queen likes to eat her pray alive... And she has yet to wake from her nap!" he finishes his statement, as he glares down at the petrified Nixie.

Karna

sits in deep seated pleasure in spite of herself being tormented by insufferable boredom of her creation. The Princess Witch of Ravens Landing, taps her long purple talon-like nails on her grand evermore crystal, a viewing crystal of old forgotten magics, enthralled with the consciousness of the Voided One, a Godlike force of prehistoric origins. The Witch has little care for history, it is power she craves, power and entertainment.

She licks her lips, as she watches a band of Locathixe sacrifice a female Nixie to their false goddess the ebony asp known to them as Naga Kahn. She rolls her eyes as a band of so called Spinix conquerors, subside to honor and allow a Pixie to defend himself. The same Pixie, that is having a secret love affair with the Princess of the High Sprite's, which is something that has mildly been interesting her, the forbidden fruit angle is always a crowd pleaser after all. And last but not least, the Rodent swordsmen... The fearless mouse, making battle with the long crawly ones. This was a much wanted attraction, and she waited to see how this encounter concluded with a wicked smile on her crimson red lips, stained with the blood of the innocent.

For... Karna has an appetite for the wee ones, and in the guise of a great black rat... Known by the few that have seen it, as the Rat King, sneaks into homes in the dead of night and snatches baby Fey from their tiny cribs to then devour whole, under the light of moon inside the forests of the Garden. Their pure blood burns her corrupt lips, and stains them with the sin of the act. A sin she finds intoxicating.

Dem pixies be evil! Look what dey did to my daughter!
 

@Gambler:

Sins of dwindling Twilight

Karna posing as the Great King of the Rats, delivers a new beast to a young power hungry Lord (Roagx), of House Dollen, a cousin family to the High King of Arecaceae.

Roagx has kept the beast in his dark care for many years, he has trained it too love the taste of the blood of innocence, and too only listen to his own command.

In secret the beast is brought to age, and released upon the peoples of the Grove. All whom live outside of Arecaceae, the High Sprite Capital and stronghold, are plagued by this monster of a Centipede, whom has been coined with the name of "The Ravager." The beast is laying waste of the neighboring provinces.

High King Hungremdeil has sent the commander of his army, his eldest child and only son, Prince Milkala. The Prince has not returned, and the doubt that he has survived his encounter with the foul beast has become the Kings burden to bare.

A summons has seen issued to all of, or any willing adventurers, heroes, or madmen. Services rendered, for the safe return of the lost Prince's remains if that be the case, and or alive. The beast is a secondary concern, but the slayers will be rewarded greatly as well.

Messengers have been sent forth, to all four corners of the Grove. Carrying missives signed by the High King, and sent to all the lesser holds of the Garden Grove Kingdom. All willing calls will be accepted, regardless of past crimes. All that matters is that the honor of the royal family is returned.

(This is an RPG between Gambler and myself. It is open to others whom wish to create characters for the Garden Grove, only.)

Hunters Moon

It hung above the skies shining with bright luminounce enough that one could see clearly on this night. The wind was settled and calm, not likely to conflict with the ploy of the queen. This night was one of vengeance on a rat pack known as Kraket led of course by their rat king Kraket the eighth, Noir was pleased. Kraket was a seedy waste of air even by her seedy perspective the fool has messed up. Just giving her the excuse to rip his head clear from his shoulders. She was going to show why the Spinixe were not a clan to be toyed with or worse stolen from. The most terrifying thing to this world was fire, in lands of earth and wood fire was the prime of destroyers. And the great spiders of fate had granted her prowless with that fierce element. Noir was fear, she was ruin, and tonight with the perfect moon above she would testify to the reality of who she was.

"Queen Aracani may I ask why we do tis?" That was young Mylo Calegor a forge and weave prodigy. Like all Spinixe men his bottom half was the build of a spider, his uper half normal. He was showing great at constructing weapons and sowing armor. The Spinixe had the ability to release webbing like a spider, it was a glossy silver in color and smooth as wet stone. The strongest fires known could not melt it, many of the weapons seen failed to rupture the armor. The best weavers had gone as far as sowing armor that could take the bites of a viper or fall from the highest branch.

"Ar great city Widowshood as ye know was to feast on the morrow, many hunts wer had. The meat of kills was plentiful and fruit larger then ye head we had." Noir Aracani spoke with a soft voice showing no sign of her anger "Then Kraket and his diseased riddled pests came, tey snatched up all thee food. They feasted on ar feast, notice no smell of peppered skins or jam caked meat can be smelled. Tonight they ar the examp why nobody steels from ye queen." Noir remarked clearly planing to kill everyone on her own. Which of course instantly had Mylo curious as to how. Thats when he saw her, Quinata the swift legged.

Quinata was the daughter of Noir, a speedy little thing. Quinata hadn't reached her height peek, at four inches she was a inch below her mother. The two shared the same silk silver hair, it was like the webbing armor was made of as if a natural helm. The Spinixe women had a normal body, instead their eight legs jutted from their back. The eight legs were fully articulate, able to spin to grant at flight and their number made mobility great. Quin was the example of it all without a shadow of a doubt to be had. "Mum the bombs ar set du ye theng." A small box was handed over that perplexed Mylo, it was a mix of wood and metal and wire. The strings were taught moaning subtly as Noir set the box down and pushed a bare foot down on the lever.

Strings snapped and lit up with bright orange flame, the flames racing to keep pace. Mylo watched and saw a motion in small barrels all along the cave entrances and exits except the first. He could hear the rush of water, then the fire cought up and a blossom of flame rushed both in and out the hole. Now he understood. The retracting cord opened the passage of the containers leting them spill. Fires raced to keep up with the cord soon meeting the rushing fluid. The fluids were oils, made much from that of living creatures now dead. When the embers met the oils a blossom of fire was made, it wasn't great. It did however fill every tunnel but the first, and the smell of burning flesh was potent within the air. Mylo watched as his fiery queen then withdrew her wood and steel spear and readied to rush into the compound.

The flames were nothing explosive or volitile to the dirty rocky keep of the rat pack. It closed off every exit however and so the large fat thieves had to go for the only entrance. Their pudgy build from a stolen meal made it a tight squeeze for more then three at a time. While Noir could plug the gap with her legs span and yet have complete mobility and she was not filled with panic and hunger for survival like those pests. Most were not armed for combat just runing for that wasteful thing they called a life. And the Spinixe queen on the other hand was ready for war. The results would haunt those who ventured into these caverns for many a moon.

Her spear would lance through meat and flesh with gut wrenching thrusts, many a foe were impaled from jaw to rump. The corpses each with a clean hole that oozed red along the ground and walls. Her legs blocked those who resisted, and fought back as well. Spinely legs thrusting deep into the eye sockets of some. Or riping lims clean with brutal slashes and pulls, she seemed to relish in the killing. The blood smearing silk armor and flesh fitting flawlessly. She spared none, child or old it mattered not to the queen. This genocide of the clan went on for many minutes the screams echoing in the caves and into the night. Some of the wildlife fleeing homes just to be less close to the barbarity of the woman. In a open field they might of posed a threat, but the rats were not in a proper setting. They were groggy and stuffed in no condition to fight. In time the silver maned spider sprite found the king.

"Yu stupi widew thinken yeh ken kill urse! Weh outnumba youse by meny." Noir hated listening to kraket, she was almost dumbfounded by the fact he had any form of counting skills. "Weh steel yeh fud cuz wer superia tu yeh meny legged ones. Cycle of meal er whatevs." She had enough allready, listing to this rat was aggrevating beyond messure. Kraket was a almost ten inch tall rat with a brain the size of a sand grain. Royal family was how he was king and he was poor at it most days. As the giant pest spoke his belly jiggled constantly. He was allready a fat thing, and had devoured far more then his share of the stolen meal. His speed was reduced by half, stealth dead, the rats strength was all he had on her. Of course he was a fool and first tried to hide in the shadows. Forsaking that idea when Aracani's spear met the flesh of his tale.

"You know rodent, I hear your kin make for a good stew. Thinks my kin will be feeding on you're family for many moons." Rats, like this one atleast were easy to goad. He charged recklessly easy for her to roll out of, she did this many times. Rolling, ducking, clinging to walls, a myriad of motion that exahausted the giant rat. Finally though he managed to catch the queen, teeth clamping down on her head. His yellow colored fangs trying to push past her metal like silk hair. His body was heavy and drenched in dew however, sweat and fatigue marked his apalling form. He couldn't keep her down, a knife is unsheathed, the metal reflecting no light thanks to the dark caves. It slashes and streams of crimson drop from Kraket's belly he rears up screeching in pain. The tactful violent queen takes the advantage thrusting legs into the gaping wound. They pull outwards a rich sea of digesting meals is let loose, a fowl odor poluting the air. The chittering howl is ear spliting and a small hand goes for the spear on the floor.

A switch was fliped and the spear became a trident thanks to steely spring wirework the clever baroness had made. It goes for the impale but as the beast moves in pain the thrust gets worse. The three prongs finding the neckline, the head comes freely from the shoulders stuck on the weapon. Its a good kill one to be proud of, when she comes from the caves caked in blood the crowd of other hunters cheer in praise. She had done her people proud, and they would eat well tonight and many more. The rodents had stolen a feast, they provided many winters of feasts.

(busy busy but tried to snatch up time and post. Hope this was enjoyed, not my best but I like it)

Arecaceae

The great city of the High Sprites is one set in stone, built on top the largest coconut tree in the garden. The city is built into three sections, the lowest section is the commons area, were the townsfolk and the marketplace is located, the second section is were the guard barracks, schools, and other buildings dedicated to arts & entertainment. And the third and most inner section is where the High Kings house is, as well as the three other most elder families of the High Sprite peoples.

Milkelia and Amorath enjoy the sight of the setting sun, as they speak of their life together...

The Princess has much on her mind, besides the war that plagues the land. There is also the matter of some large beast of unknown origin, that has been reeking havoc upon the neighboring holds.

Milkelia has received word from her father that her elder brother and only sibling, Commander Milkala has gone missing. Milkala insisted that he should take care of the rampaging monster himself... And so, much to their fathers reluctance the prince left on his adventure.

That was four moons ago.... Milkelia breaks down into deep tears. Amorath immediately takes her soft slender frame into his arms grasp.

"Something vexes you, my love?"

"Milkala has fallen in battle against a monster. And we sit here and do nothing?"

"You know this for truth?"

"No... But why else would he have still not returned to my fathers side, or at the very least sent word?"

Amorath holds her trembling body close to himself, as determination burns brightly in his Pixie eyes.

"On the soul of my mothers, mother... I will find your lost brother, one way or another." He pledges to his weeping lover, as his mind travels back to the first time he had met the greatest warrior he has ever known....

It was a clear and calm night in Arecaceae. Milkala was the captain of the gaurd at the time, he was testing some new recruits in the courtyard of the cities guard barracks. Amorath remembers it clearly as it were only the day before....

I was a visitor and was curious. Arecaceae has an open forum policy on such events.

The young archers faced the readied and deadly serious captain. He was only half dressed as he removed his heavy chest plate. A way to test the archers resolve, as well as keeping his reflexes as quick as possible. The armor would have only slowed him down.

"You... Fire when you are ready!"The determined captain said as the first your archer took his aim.

The young High Sprite was nervous and shaking, but he reluctantly took his aim at the captain gaining a beat on his chest about where the heart would be and then took a deep breath to steady his nerves.

The captain stood in front of the archery targets a stones throw away, as the horrified youngster let go of his arrow...

The captains all seeing gaze read the details that spoke to him telling him everything he needed to know. A quick pivot of his hips as the arrow flew true, the captain moved truer. His left hand reached across his chest, if you even blinked your eyes once, you would have missed it. It was beautiful. His hand snatched the arrow right out of the air, before it even struck the target.

"Alright! Now all of you."the captain said.

Three more archers walked up beside the first myself included, as we all drew our bows back as one. Took our aims and released our arrows. The captain pivoted again just like before, only even faster this time. I didn't blink and I barely saw anything. Both of his hands shot in like lightning, and snatched all the arrows. All save for one. "Mine."

The captain had us all firing different color feathered arrows, I only agreed to try as well because they were short a guy, and the other guards insisted and cracked jokes about a Pixies aim. I never believed I would in a million years... Even actually hit the target, let alone the captain of the High Sprite guard. I thought I was going to pass out.

I only grazed his right shoulder, but that was enough it seemed to gain his attention. The captain dropped the others arrows, before pulling mine from the target. Light blue feathers. Glaring at the wound on his shoulder.

"Who fired the light blue arrow!?"he shouted as he walked up to us... Looking at me the whole time, he knew of course he just wanted to hear me say it. The others all cowed away in fear. I looked up at him knowing all to well that he could dismember me in an instant if he was so inclined, and spoke in a desperately nervous voice.

"I did."I said.

He smiled at me and set his hand on my shoulder.

"Damn good job... If you were one of us, I would sign you up in a heart beat."then he looked at the others, and then his fellow guards."Get the rest of them from my sight."

We became close friends after that. The truest of friends, as close as brothers. The truth is even if it weren't for Milkelia being worried, I would have got around to finding Milkala myself... Its just... I seem to be the only one who knows him, not dead. Not him, I don't care how dangerous this monster is. Not Milkala.

I make love to Milkelia and then make my way to the High Kings house. The largest house in the hold, built at the center of the very heart of the hold itself. A testimony to the High Sprites, and their right to rule.

@Milkeila: Loved the post. I'll have one up sometime in the next....1 to 6 hours :)

@Quintus_Knightfall:Sounds good <3 I probably won't post again until tomorrow, night :)

@Noir_Anarchist: Great post Azzy. Loved it babe. Killed a fat Rat King. Not to be confused with Thee Great King Rat. That is something we will play with at a later date. It is Karna in the guise of a lesser creature.

Boisterous laughter resonated from the modest stone architecture of Helms Berrum. A well visited tavern located among the open market places and common establishments in the lowest section of High Sprites. Where inside, isolated in a back corner, Gambler sat alone. His cloak draped to the floor while a hood hid his face behind a shadowed veil of darkness. A custom corn fashioned pipe extended loosely from the black opening occasionally releasing a small burst of scented sage spice into the air. The mighty braveheart had traveled far as news of the royal princes' unexpected disappearance ran ramped throughout the majestic fabled forest. Manhunters, rangers, and swordsmen from all corners of the Kingdom had come to lend their skills to the King in his time of need, Gambler among them. With his deadly sword sheathed in the treated skin of a Puff Adder hung horizontally behind his back in a trademarked fashion, the tiny titan waited for the Kings royal elite to come and escort the would be trackers to the palace for a formal introduction.

@Gambler: Love it. Will post again soon. I have had a complicated day.

@Milkeila: No rush.

Somewhere

Children are singing, laughing, playing, teasing, and being loved by loving parents. In the land to the south of the High Sprite hold named after ferns. The land of the "Wild Ones" known as Pixies, is filled with fantastic artists, fishers, and the best hunters of the entire Garden.

It is in this place however, where a deep dark secret has taken root. The beast of ill repute has taken to these lush lands of recent days, as the body count rises, so does the amount of aware... Less children are singing, laughing, playing, teasing, and the such. More however are hiding, praying, weeping, and living in fear of the creature that has been stealing away their very peace.

Somewhere else

At the bottom of a pile of rotten bones Commander Milkala's last surviving soldier has pinned himself in a dark and dank pitted corner away from the creature. He is thirsty, hungry, alone, and in a great deal of pain. His arm is broken in three places, and he has a nasty wound on his leg from where the great beast tore into it with its mighty pincers.

He saw his Commander went off into the darkness down bellow, in a blaze of sword wielding melee strikes of legendary proportions. However it seemed as if their weapons were completely useless against the fiends ebony colored armor-like hide. A giant insect of a type the soldier had never laid eyes on before, armor plates covered its powerful hundred legged form.

He is frozen in fear... He wants to crawl on... He wants to see if his Lord is alright... He cannot.

In a Tavern

Gambler smokes a pipe, filling the already smoky room with his own brand of spiced sage. It is at this time, that three High Sprite guards enter the Helms Berrum, they plug their long sensitive noses at first. The air of the room is overpowering to them, as they do not get away from their duties very often.

They see Gambler sitting alone as they nod to him, taking steps to put themselves in conversation range, before speaking in the common tongue. They are dressed in their finest armors, and carrying swords of elegant beauty. However when considering the ways of the High Sprite peoples, beauty and deadliness go hand in hand.

"Hail... Adventurer... We were given orders to retrieve you, and bring you back to our King. Please follow us, if you wish to meet with our High Lord." They are very serious looking chaps, but not aggressive.

In the High Kings house

High King Hungremdeil sits in his thrown, his face in void of emotion for he has spent many hours in deep mourning. His steely blue eyes stare at the grand entrance of his thrown room as he awaits his personal guard and his honored guests. The Pixie Amorath whom has been as a son to him for many years, and a new face to him, but not a complete mystery entirely. The mouse swordsmen known as Gambler. The High King hopes that these two men will give aid to his personal cause, and bring his sons body, dead or... alive back to his King.

Bump!

If only my garden had gotten more love... It could have been amazingly awesome... Still it gave me an idea for a new location thread. I will have up in the near future.

@naamah: Is this place still up I would love to do something here?

@naamah: It happens, but you always tend to bring up something great.

@thunderbolt: @ownagepants:

Thanks! It has been inactive for a good while now, but if people start posting again that would be great.

How have I not checked this thread before!

@naamah: I love dis!

@naamah: If someone else will interact with me then I will get a post out.

@_ophelia_: Would you maybe like to do something here?

@ownagepants: Sure, as long as @naamah doesn't have a problem with me using my normal character rather than making a tiny-folk.

@_ophelia_: Everyone shrinks when they enter the Garden... And regains their natural size when they leave it. How does that sound?

@_ophelia_: Sure I will probably take control of one of the more evil faeries and try to attack you while your tiny if that is alright ?

@naamah: Oh, I didn'ts know that lol. That sounds good! I wanna use Ophelia here because her origin has to do with the likes of fairies and nature and all that jazz :U

@ownagepants: Okay then! Do you want first first or shall I?