Scene #1548:

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Thranduil	Thranduil is outside the heavy doors of his kingdom, along with a group of Silvan Elves. It appears they are having some sort of party under the stars. But, further away from the kingdom, the creepy crawlies have come out to play, skittering in the trees, slithering through the ground clutter, fluttering overhead. There is no shortage of terrible critters in Mirkwood, which is why the Sindaran Elvenking remains close to his gates.
Circe	Terrible critters and creepy crawlies? There are a lot of those in the Multiverse, it seems, and most are actually quite as unpleasant as they seem. Even for those who are used to them, they aren't necessarily less dangerous. And yet, some flame-haired woman in red clothing is out here in the dark of Mirkwood as though she were not in the midst of dangerous, terrible conditions. Solanda Songsteel (or that is the name she is going by, at least), has business here, and is in disguise for the time being to aid in accomplishing it. Though concealing her magical presence is extremely difficult - nearly impossible - she can at least conceal her true identity. This she accomplishes through a mix of minor illusory adjustments to facial structure and body shape, and by wearing clothing other than what is typical for her - provided by her 'sister'. A fire beneath the stars and the bows of great trees. How pleasant. Perhaps someone around it can answer this strange woman's questions. If she isn't ambushed by awful creatures first. Something of note: Though she appears to be walking, her footsteps are entirely silent. Because she isn't actually touching the ground when she walks.
Thranduil	Elves tend to have excellent hearing, and though she has silent footseps, the rustling of clothing and the smell of an outsider on the wind catches their attention. Thranduil pauses pouring his third goblet of wine and sets he bottle down. "It appears we have a guest." He says. There is a clicking sound from above, the creaking of branches. Something is above speaking to one another though in a strange language.
Circe	Oh. An unusual language being chittered overhead. How nice. Whether the Multiverse's translation effect works or not, however, it's clear there are intelligent beings in the branches, communicating. 'Solanda Songsteel' pauses where she is, turns her head, and gazes with her slit-irised eyes up into the darkness. They glow red in low light, and this is more evident the darker it is. They almost look like a certain fiery eye that watches over the dark land of Mordor. She is clearly aware she is not alone, and watching, waiting, for those who lurk above to either introduce themselves or attack. Of course, if they retreat, then she will have no further reason to remain here. She is not quite aware that the elves know of her presence yet, so assumes she has time to waste in the cold and the dark, staring into the abyss as it stares back into her, etcetera. She honestly doesn't seem to feel she is in any danger at all. Probably because she is used to dealing with monstrous beasts and nightmare creatures. This may be a fool-hardy mistake. But she at least calls up into the branches, "I apologize for my intrusion. If I have disrupted you or violated your territory, I would welcome the opportunity to speak with those who command dominion over this place. I seek only knowledge, not conflict. Perhaps you could show yourselves and we could discuss this matter?"
Fang	It has been some time since Fang has been in these woods. The Elven king was perhaps the first one to greet the Emperor with some proper respect, he was also the first one to give him true aid. Not some crazy charity aid, but proper-- respectful-- aid. So here is the young man once more back in these majestic woods. His teal blue eyes glancing over the area, until he hears voices. His brows furrow and he starts to make his over to where he heard the King's voice. He knows that voice anywhere really.
Thranduil	The clicking grows louder as more 'voices' join. They begin moving down the trees, surrounding Caster. They don't attack yet, just....lurking and surrounding. Thranduil looks up again and tilts his head to the side. "You are not the guest I anticipated." To his Elves, he lifts a hand. "Send a group to the north perimeter. there may be trouble there."
Circe	Solanda's own senses are pretty sharp - significantly greater than that of a normal human. So she is keenly aware of what transpires in the darkness around her as she is gradually surrounded, but may not have the same degree of awareness as the elves do. Even so, she raises a hand, palm up, as though holding something in her grasp. "I know not if you can understand me. But I apologize in advance if this is not to your liking." Then a ball of blazing red light forms in the palm of her hand, illuminating her surroundings in a bloody hue. And likely revealing whatever lurks in her surroundings. The presence of Fang, being closer to Thranduil than to Solanda, is as-yet unknown to the sorceress, but she is likely to encounter both fairly soon.
Fang	Fang looks at Thranduil and tilts his head, his bangs moving ever so slightly, "Well hi to you too, your highness." His eyes then glance out into the forest as he watches the elves move to check a location. Then he looks back to Thranduil. "We got trouble in the area?"
Thranduil	Thranduil nods to Fang. "Be seated and join our feast. Have some wine if you wish. There seems to be a bit of trouble to the north. A female outsider has encountered the spider nest. I sent a small group of scouts to help dispatch them." The Elvenking picks up his goblet of wine and daintily takes a sip. The spiders can understand, but they aren't interested in anything other than wrapping Caster up and draining all the fluids out of her. Yum. The magic drives them back, hissing and clicking their manibles. As she moves, they follow, but don't get too close o the light.
Circe	Sigh. So much for diplomacy. She does not wish to engage in combat, at least half because she is not the sort who engages in direct combat, but she also doesn't wish to demonstrate too much of her abilities to others. Not here, and not to... THESE. So for the time being, she settles for simply... Discorporating. Her hand closes around the ball of pure magical energy, and the light is extinguished. Giant spiders? Not Solanda's cup of tea. Her body vanishes in a mix of shimmering light and a burst of small, glowing red balls like embers or cinders. And then she appears to just be... Gone. Invisible, intangible. No sound, no scent, nothing. Except for that magical presence, but unless anyone is able to detect it, she's currently undetectable unless she chooses to be detected. And she is moving quite quickly away from the spider nest. When those scouts get close enough, they may realize the stranger in their woods is no longer there. Very curious, and very suspicious.
Fang	Fang goes to sit down with the elf king and nods, "Sure." He then picks up a goblet of wine once filled and takes a sip from it. His eyes closing in that moment as he just savors the flavor of it. "..Man.. its been awhile since I've had a good wine." Fang then smirks and looks at Thranduil, "You dear sir, can spoil some folks." Though his brows furrow in thought before he tilts his head slightly. "Hope your visitor doesn't get themselves into to much trouble.. and your men find them soon enough before they do."
Thranduil	"I am certain they will find them and rescue them, or they will find a corpse. It is of no consequnce to me. People are warned when they enter Mirkwood that they do so at their own peril. Please, enjoy the food and drink. We often have celebrations under the starlight."
Fang	Fang gives a gentle nod of his head, before he takes another sip of the wine. Then resting it down on the table. That is when he decides to check out what is actually being offered food wise. Just to see if anything here is to his liking. "How things been out here lately?" He asks as he continues to look. "..and also yourself."
Thranduil	"As perilous as ever, but now there are more Federation allied outsiders comingi nto the forest." The King takes another drink and offers a bowl of sweet rolls. There are bowls of bread and butter, pastries that are beatifuly decorate, spicy vegetables, pies and a variety of teas available.
Fang	Fang takes one of the sweet rolls and takes a bite as he listens. Munching away at it, with his mouth closed of corse, as he weighs in stuff. Once he swallows he then speaks up, "Federations? Like the Confederation or the other guys-- the Union?" He then goes back to eating that said sweet roll.
Thranduil	"Not the Union, the others., They seem o be aking an increasing inerest in Mirkwood so we are aking exra precautions."
Fang	"Huh. I see." Fang says softly with a nod of his head, before he tries out some of the bread with butter. "Hope they are working well for this area, because if anyone messes with you in the wrong way.." Pause, "..beyond what you guys are able to handle that is-- I got your back." "Even though I am pretty sure, you'll probably never need me."