Rolled 14 (1d100)
>>5897796“During the World Wars,” Nym explains, “the Dark Ones and the Gods of Light directly at first. However, they were too evenly-matched for either side to win outright. The Dark Ones turned the tide by summoning and embodying spirits from this universe’s energies, to which they were closely aligned. This gave them a distinct advantage. This was the birth of things like dragons.”
“The beings you call ‘True Fey’ and ‘angels’ are direct emanations, constructs or close kin of the Gods,” Devi volunteers, “but this was a foreign place to the Gods of Light. They were outnumbered, and so they turned their plans to beautify the world, and the tools they intended for this, to… Other purposes.”
“The modification of living organisms, already at a higher vibrational state, to war,” Nym says bluntly, causing Devi to cringe. “The descent of pure spirits to impurity, and violence, adopting the weapons of the enemy… Taking on the likeness of dark creatures.”
“They did not want to,” Devi apologizes.
“They had to,” Nym sighs, “but some grew… Addicted to it. The predatory instincts. The thrill of violence, and the absorption of power. Of life.”
“Thus was born the Unseelie Court,” Devi whispers. “Damn their names, and forsake their legacy.”
“Damn their names,” agrees Nym.
Oth attendants close their eyes as if in prayer. You, feeling alone in the near-silence, shuffle your feet a little and wait for the strange moon-elves to return to their normal pleasant, servile selves. However, before they can, your mage-senses (or fey-senses, perhaps more accurately?) ping, and you detect movement in the corner of your eye and sense the curious spirit of a fairy-animal, its own intentions brushing against yours.
A possible friend.
“Sorry,” you say to the two eladrin, as you spring past them. “I’ll be right back!”
