Recent content by Olyssa

Olyssa threw herself behind a large boulder as the darkness exploded outwards turning what it touched to withered husks. She had still not pieced together how the thing infected the host, whether it needed to have a large wound or just a slight cut to enter by or if it could pour itself down a...

The once-was Sabakuu screeched its rage in Nairth's direction as the branches lashed out at its injured flesh. Olyssa added her own vines and thorns to the mix of attacking vegetation. Combined, the vines, branches and thorns crossed over one another and all but seemed to bury the creature...

A Sabakuu. The large black cats were a legend amongst mortal and fae alike due to their illusive natures. It was said their skin had magical properties and centuries ago humans had hunted them to near extinction to harness it, turning them into war drums that with one beat could destroy entire...

Olyssa had been content to listen to the birds chatter as they waited. Birds had the most curious of gossip. She found out all sorts of things from their songs, for who thought not to speak in front of them? Only the insane. Or the incredibly smart. She was listening to a particularly tale from...

Whilst the King of Spring worked upon the rocks, Olyssa summoned some of the older magick at her disposal to conjure the ancient red toadstools with their signature white spots to sit between them in various sizes. They were a favourite of the fae not for the malicious reasons most mortals...

"I think if the creature wishes to sneak up on us, it will," Olyssa said in that soft absent-minded manner. She had turned from where Patience had faded into the trees and was now inspecting the rest of the clearing. From what they had learnt about the parasite, it could use almost anything as a...

Olyssa seemed troubled too in her usual odd way. She had stopped talking a few miles back when the first strange silence had become obvious and she had withdrawn more into herself the deeper on she went. Her eyes flickered between the trees and grasses, plotting. "There is little other...

"Bah! Mice are easily dealt with," Olyssa waved away his note of caution like she had waved away those before. Non-fae would clearly not be something the sidhe would allow to get in the way. Mortals were easily exterminated and whilst the elves were more problematic, fae magic was older. They...

Olyssa spent the following days whilst they waited tormenting the castle staff. It had become a game of sorts amongst the servants to try and avoid the sidhe at all costs without making it appear as though they did so deliberately. The simple maids and cooks faired better, but it was the poor...

Olyssa's side was that of a child who had been told they couldn't go outside because it was raining. "I suppose," she glared at the hole in the table as though it were all its fault she would be stuck here for even longer than she had intended. There were animals and a whole jungle that awaited...

"If that was the case then your son would have been able to beat the creature off without the aid of a pixie or a Starborn," Olyssa said mildly as she went to examine a bit of charred wall to see if it was the same as the table. Indeed a hole had gone through the wall though had stopped before...

Tharu had barely finished speaking before Olyssa had all but shoved past him to examine the hole in the table, for the rot had not simply stopped at parchment. She examined it from above and then crawled under to peer at it from the other side. In the back of her mind she faintly registered the...

Olyssa stared down the Prince with a blank expression she had learnt over her lifetime often made people uncomfortable enough to do what she asked so she would go away again. Silence filled the room as those gathered held their breath and waited to see the reaction the putrid bit of root would...

The use of two Ancient Magicks. Interesting. Olyssa made a note to practise the effects of that on the little supply she had left. Maybe she could convince Nairth to let her go get some more, or even test it directly on the host. He'd said himself it was no longer Oberon, surely he wouldn't...

Olyssa raised a single brow. His son? Perhaps Nairth wouldn't have minded if he had died in the experiment; from what she had heard about the Spring King he was more likely to kill his own child than not. At least no emotions would get in the way of the experiment if that were true. Despite...