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“There's never been a true war that wasn't fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right. The really dangerous people believe they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is without question the right thing to do. And that is what makes them dangerous.” ―
Neil Gaiman, American Gods
Fae Lore Information: applies to my lore. Never give your true name: Names hold power. Never accept food or drink: Consuming faerie sustenance can bind you to their realm or force you into eternal servitude. Never say "Thank you": Gratitude implies you are now in their debt. Instead, express your appreciation with phrases like, "I am grateful for your kindness," or "Your help is appreciated". Never accept a gift: Gifts from the fae are rarely free and always come with hidden obligations or curses. Keep your promises: The fae take oaths and deals incredibly seriously. If you make a bargain, you are legally and magically bound to honor it. Do not step into fairy rings: Avoid dancing or stepping into naturally formed circles of mushrooms or dark green grass, as you might get trapped. Carry iron: Cold iron is traditionally repulsive to the fae. Carrying a small piece of iron can offer protection against their mischief.
Well then // Seth & Alastair
Alastair was a little concerned when the Angel he's been keeping under his wing suddenly vanished and no matter how many times he calls out or reaches out to find the trail of corrupted grace, no results at all. But something that was starting to spark his interest is a familiar scent that was starting to become more prominent in the town of these... creatures. He wondered if it was simply longing that was starting to play tricks on his mind...
Walking in the woods was not advised but Alastair wasn't really scared of anything, but with his dog by his side he can really take on anything, that's until his dog scurried off for a long while and didn't come back. Alastair frowned he pushed through some shrubs and saw he made his way back toa main road, the dog standing next to the stranger begging for a head rub.
"Seth?"
