It wasn't every day a noblewoman of the fey humbled herself to ask for help.<br/><br/>Not that the many solars assembling here knew she was fey when she sent swift flying messengers to seek them.  The etherial and lovely sprites would gladly fly to the end of the earth to bid the solars come to the aid of a humble city/state and her embattered queen.  "My lady begs your aid, chosen of the sun," the little sylphs would bow so that their gossamer dresses almost spilled off of their cleevage.  "Her people starve, from the depridations of half a thousand mighty bandits, her sons have all bled out on the field of battle.  The daughters of her subjects are offered up one by one to appease the bandits, and the walls of her great city cannot hold, so she begs you to come to her aid."<br/><br/>And so they came to a land of rolling hills, scattered trees, and rich farmlads, west of the land ravaged by Mask of Winters and south of the Hundred Kingdomes proper.  They traveled amongst empty fields to a fortified small city on a hill, and were admited through the walls, escorted to the crystal tower manse in the center of the city.  They climbed the diamond staircase to enter a throne room filled with tapestries, cushions, and rich jewels.  Here were they welcomed by scantily clad common fey girls with sleek bodies and feline fetures, who washed the road dust from their feet, offerd them comfotable sandals and silken robes and chill wine, and promised baths and any pleasures they desired after their audiance.<br/><br/>Then were they lead before a grand an elfin lady in a dress of diamonds and mist with mother of pearl scale mail tight against her femenine chest.  She rose to greet them, and shocked all her court by curtsying deeply.<br/><br/>"I bid you all welcome, chosen of the sun, chosen of the imaculate dragons, and favoured of the Exalted.  I thank you all for your benevolance, and offer you rich reward should you drive away the bandits that plauge me and my neighbors.