News of War has even reached the Land of the Fae

*Nicniven smiled as she could. Though as one watched, it would more bespeak a grimace; as if the frozen north had sought to become warm and inviting.

Not often did she walk amoung humans, this Queen of the Winter Court. But much was afoot in the realms of Might and Magic, and here was the epi-center of that foreboding*

"A guard, you say, Human Female? An unusual station for one of your genre, is that not so? Ill tidings have reached even the humans, then?"

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*A Queen's pose, as regal and as haughty as the snow capped peaks of the distant, Fangstones. She stood unmoveable, only slightly calmed by the Human's humble apology*

"You will hear more than rumors 'ere you're though, Human. Blood will spill, cities will crumble. The Gods plan wrath upon the one that holds that which they seek."

*Glacier gaze narrowed, lashes resting upon alabaster cheeks. So much beauty to behold. So cold and distant to this world.*

Know you her, Human Female Guard? A Lady of Avalon she is. High Priestess, Once Orcade Queen. Oft called by a Godly Heaven, Blessing of Avalon? Seek we her. To protect from her untimely demise. For within her grasp, lies doom crack. The possible breaking of the Arch of Time."

*Perhaps too much spoken. But the import of these matter perhaps required even She of the Fae, to meet it with forthright speech*