Originally Posted by
Rebonack
[Arkham Street - Black Goat Woods]
The wildfae are throwing a party.
And by wildfae we're talking about wilderness sprites, mostly.
Satyrs and fauns. Dryads and naiads and oreads. And at least two different pixie swarms. The pixies in question are presently engaged in a vitally important argument over whether sake is really wine or beer and will enlist anyone unfortunate enough to try talking to them into the argument. There are a few non-sprites here as well. A pooka or two. A pair of baobhan sith trying to entice a few satyrs to dance with them, which the normally amorous fae are refusing in an uncharacteristic flash of wisdom. And one kumiho sitting atop a boulder etched with glyphs that glow a soft mossy green, her nine tails waving with the beat of the drums.
The music thrums, the fire crackles, hooves pound the earth, and freshly stomped out wine flows freely.
A festive mood permeates the grove, but if one felt inclined to ask about the occasion the details would be fuzzy at best. What's this celebration about? Pie day, maybe? The faeries really aren't clear but who cares.
When a iron and nickle projectile lands at the edge of the grave and explodes, mulching a shy dryad in the process, the mood sours a bit.
This is obviously the work of devils and several of the inebriated satyrs (along with one really hammered faun) decide that they had better go teach those terrible imps a lesson! Grabbing a few casks of wine the not particularly well thought out raid departs the party to go cause some ruckus. After that brief interruption, however, things are quickly back in full swing!