Attn: ZERO
Who: Mielwynn, Zero (any of Zero’s cronies)
Where: Wherever Zero is
When: January 13 11:am
What: Rubies beyond price
Mielwynn had been waiting a century for someone who could heed her call. Someone with a dark soul, capable of what she needed, whatever the price.
A century ago she had tried to take her brother’s throne. He and his sanctimonious wife stopped her. But unable to spill familial blood they had chosen this imprisonment instead. A ruby, half the size of a human fist. Inside Mielwynn was imprisoned, aware but not able to do a thing. The ruby itself was be-spelled to reflect her own magic back at her.
It was a diabolical trap. She’d admire it if she weren’t on the wrong side of it.
But every Fae spell had a price. A flaw. A weakness. The same one as the Fae themselves had. Iron. Cold iron.
If cold iron were to be held against the stone for two minutes, it would weaken the magic enough for her to escape. But for that… she needed help.
She rested in a jewelry shop window, in some damn silver pendant, gaudy, but the stone extremely valuable.
//Come to me. Come to me, dark one. I will help you gain vengeance in return for your help gaining mine. Find me. Free me. And I will be at your beck and call till your quest is done. All for the price of two deaths. Not much at all. Darkness and magic are mine to command. Just free me. Find me. A Ruby beyond price. I will help grant your desires.//
Her mental call went out. Only a dark soul could hear her. Only one willing to ally with her to their own ends would answer.
She had waited so very long. And she could feel him so close…
Where: Wherever Zero is
When: January 13 11:am
What: Rubies beyond price
Mielwynn had been waiting a century for someone who could heed her call. Someone with a dark soul, capable of what she needed, whatever the price.
A century ago she had tried to take her brother’s throne. He and his sanctimonious wife stopped her. But unable to spill familial blood they had chosen this imprisonment instead. A ruby, half the size of a human fist. Inside Mielwynn was imprisoned, aware but not able to do a thing. The ruby itself was be-spelled to reflect her own magic back at her.
It was a diabolical trap. She’d admire it if she weren’t on the wrong side of it.
But every Fae spell had a price. A flaw. A weakness. The same one as the Fae themselves had. Iron. Cold iron.
If cold iron were to be held against the stone for two minutes, it would weaken the magic enough for her to escape. But for that… she needed help.
She rested in a jewelry shop window, in some damn silver pendant, gaudy, but the stone extremely valuable.
//Come to me. Come to me, dark one. I will help you gain vengeance in return for your help gaining mine. Find me. Free me. And I will be at your beck and call till your quest is done. All for the price of two deaths. Not much at all. Darkness and magic are mine to command. Just free me. Find me. A Ruby beyond price. I will help grant your desires.//
Her mental call went out. Only a dark soul could hear her. Only one willing to ally with her to their own ends would answer.
She had waited so very long. And she could feel him so close…