11-05-2018, 09:54 PM
<link href='http://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Great+Vibes' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'><style>.icelayout {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;box-shadow:0px 0px 10px #000;background-color:#f9fafc;} .icegradient {width:600px; border:1px solid #000;padding:10px;background:#270905;background: -webkit-linear-gradient(#270905, #360c07, #270905);background: -o-linear-gradient(#270905, #360c07, #270905);background: -moz-linear-gradient(#270905, #360c07, #270905);background: linear-gradient(#5b6d89, #d0d7df, #61b8e4, #457aa3); box-shadow:0px 0px 25px #000;} .icepic {width:600px; height:400px; background-image:url('https://i.postimg.cc/BQkhtNVX/icefairy.jpg');background-size:contain;} .icequote {width:600px; font-size:24px;font-family: 'great vibes', cursive;color:#457aa3;padding-bottom:10px;} .icepost {padding:30px;padding-bottom:10px;padding-top:20px;text-align:justify;font:12px times;color:#457aa3;}</style><center><div class=icegradient><div class=icelayout><div class=icepic></div><div class=icepost>He demands, angry, loud.
<br>This faerie had responded to their last furious visitor, given him a gift he saw as a curse, and sent him home. Apparently, he hadn’t spread the word of the consequences of dealing with the fae in a way that was rude. It’s too bad this one won’t be able to spread the tale of woe either.
<br>The gray stallion has awoken this fae from a restless sleep. They have spent countless hours trying to undo what Carnage had done; trying to safeguard some places for their people, creating a path to a cure. Something that wouldn’t have been necessary if the sheep hadn’t foolishly heeded the call of the dark mage, but yet this creature has the gall to <i>accuse</i> them of <i>causing</i> this.
<br>The ice fairy appears before him with a scowl, but also she has listened. If there’s one thing that makes her consider softening, it’s children. She raises her head and stares down at him, imperious and unrelenting. <b> “We don’t owe any of you anything,”</b> she says, voice clipped. <b> “But children should not suffer for the sins of their parents.”</b> With a thought, she strips away the man’s immortality and gifts it to his son. <b> “But everything has a price.”</b>
<br>No longer immortal, no longer afforded any protection; she gives him his son’s plague. And then, simply because his demanding manner and offensive assumptions about the fae’s role in the plague have made mad, she speeds it up; helps it along. Studies the effects of the plague as it kills him, quite quickly now. Perhaps the knowledge will help them find the cure.
</div><div class=icequote><center>Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.</center></div></div></div></center>
<br>This faerie had responded to their last furious visitor, given him a gift he saw as a curse, and sent him home. Apparently, he hadn’t spread the word of the consequences of dealing with the fae in a way that was rude. It’s too bad this one won’t be able to spread the tale of woe either.
<br>The gray stallion has awoken this fae from a restless sleep. They have spent countless hours trying to undo what Carnage had done; trying to safeguard some places for their people, creating a path to a cure. Something that wouldn’t have been necessary if the sheep hadn’t foolishly heeded the call of the dark mage, but yet this creature has the gall to <i>accuse</i> them of <i>causing</i> this.
<br>The ice fairy appears before him with a scowl, but also she has listened. If there’s one thing that makes her consider softening, it’s children. She raises her head and stares down at him, imperious and unrelenting. <b> “We don’t owe any of you anything,”</b> she says, voice clipped. <b> “But children should not suffer for the sins of their parents.”</b> With a thought, she strips away the man’s immortality and gifts it to his son. <b> “But everything has a price.”</b>
<br>No longer immortal, no longer afforded any protection; she gives him his son’s plague. And then, simply because his demanding manner and offensive assumptions about the fae’s role in the plague have made mad, she speeds it up; helps it along. Studies the effects of the plague as it kills him, quite quickly now. Perhaps the knowledge will help them find the cure.
</div><div class=icequote><center>Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.</center></div></div></div></center>