Grey,
Things are looking bleak indeed. I can see the ravages unleashed by the Autumn we are
living in, and I can also see the icy touch of the ever encroaching Winter. Colors that
were once vivid and alive-shades of scarlet as bright as the sun, yellows that gleamed
like virgin gold-have all faded. Where the sky was once the crystal blue of a robin's egg, fresh
with the promise of new life...now it is the dull blue of old dungarees, worn and battered and
only concerned with functionality. Boring and staid.
Ever since the Fae returned, I have held onto a fresh hope that the spark of life, the Dreamstuff from
which all things were originally drawn, would be rekindled. But alas, I fear that I no longer
hold onto that dream. The Fae that remained behind after the Sundering, the so-called
"Commoners" have held onto what they could of the Dreaming for so long that they were loath to give it up.
Not that my Sidhe brethern were, or are, any better. They returned only to find that though they still
held onto the ideals of chivalry and aristocracy, the world has moved beyond them. Both sides, the Sidhe and the
Commoners have become caught up in maintaining their own Status Quo. Both of them are fools!
As they argue and even war amongst themselves, the Agents of Winter continue with their own agenda. Dauntain, those
Fae who have embraced the Autumn within themselves are growing ever more numerous, and their very knowledge
of us, of our ways, of our lifes, could spell our doom.
Not to mention all the bloody prodigals! The vampires breed like Vampire Bunnies, the Werewolves slaughter indescrimanently,
all Mages seem to care about is how our various body parts could be used in magical procedures, and the ranks
of the Restless Dead are swelling like a bloated worm feeding on itself.
It all seems hopeless.
I am hoping that you may be able to shed some light on this matter. Maybe, just maybe, your knowledge of
secrets long forgotten may be able to give me some clue on if there is any hope for this. Regardless, either
way, I shall continue to do what I do best...battle the Winter from the shadows.
Tristan Silver
House Scathach
Enclosures:
- The Changelings - Those Fae who dwell amongst the mortals
- The Dauntain - Those whose presence bears the taint of Winter
- Chimera - Creations of the Dreaming
- Faerie Magic - Bunks and Cantrips the likes never before seen
- The Dreaming - The power of the imagination has created a vast landscape where anything is possible!
Escape? Well, maybe if you closed your eyes, wished hard enough...
...or just clicked here