<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">As the Oberon moved towards the door she seemed to almost smile at what Josey (<a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey</a>) and Toby (<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a>) spoke, though just as quickly as the smile graced her old face it was gone. Replaced by the regular stern and careful gaze that she has shown previously.</span></i>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">The Fae appreciate your offer of aid but alas you would only serve to be a shield between myself and the Undying one and would surely meet your own demise. I would never put a guest to our realm is harms way. If you truely want to help move to the top of the tree and ensure no one touches what is found there. Absolutely no one.</span>"<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Her words were so serious they sounded almost.. deadly. </span></i>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">Keep the cork, it is perhaps the only thing that will protect you if the Undying one manages to slip past me and my defenses. But do pray to whatever gods you believe in that that does not happen.</span>"<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff"> She said as she lifted her stick into the sky, a strange glowing green light began to appear at the tip as if fireflies were suddenly given life. The Fae around The Oberon seemed to begin taking a formation around the Oberon, creating a circle with particular lines and symbols made the Fae as if they have been waiting for this moment their entire life. </span></i><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">The Oberon spoke one last time. </span></i>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">I am sorry again you had to stumble upon our world in such a sorry state. All of you.</span>"<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">As the words left her mouth the green sparks of light turned into tendrils that seemed to touch and transform the Fae around her. They all began to glow with the same light as if they were charging. Their flesh began to change and contort, some more greusomly than the others, merging together as if forming some greater Fae being with the Oberon at the center.<br/>
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