Fable - Ask Field Trip to the Falwood (Elbion, Dreadlords)

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Maester Horvath of the Third Order, had come with a small group of students through the Falwood Portal Stone on what was politely called “Field Research “. In reality he had come with a list of herbs, mushrooms, flowers, insects , and other wildlife to collect from the Falwood and bring back to the college to fuel his “next breakthrough.”

“Ayyko, will you get a specimen jar and head over to that stump? Tivian has found a colony of Selvian millipedes. If you can capture . . . 12 or so that should take care of us.”
The Maester commanded.

Aiko let out a small shrug in response, but headed over. She had thought initially that her selection was due to her high marks in her initial potion making class, but all such illusion was gone on what was now day four of their expedition. Though it might not have said so on paper, she was selected due to the slant of her ears. Collecting the jar she went over to the stump and began casting spells to try and encourage the insects to move into her jar without actually touching the slimy creatures.

"To good to use your hands eh?"
An unfamiliar voice rang. Aiko's eyes went up and spotted Anirian steel. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the seal of Vel Anir on a guardsman's shield. Horvath, as a matter of courtesy, had sent letters to both Fal'Addas and Vel Anir letting the governments know they would be conducting the expedition near the Portal Stone. Neither had returned a formal response.

Until now, with a mix of guardsman and Dreadlords, or perhaps Dreadlord Initiates, here to greet them.
 
“You know, these places you keep going to are, bar none, those most boring places Fallwood has to offer?” Spear Thistle asked, kicking her legs back and forth from atop a tree branch. “Like, there are way cuter and cooler parts of the forest I can show you for this whole put the children to work type thing.”

Maester Horvath didn’t even turn to look at Spear Thistle as she talked, instead just clipping herbs off of a loose hanging vine. “We’re not going to let you lead us straight into a fae court.” He said with another clip.

“Hey! I don’t mess with people like that! Ok?”

“Sure.”

Spear Thistle crossed her arms and let out a frustrated huff. She tried to make it as loud a huff as possible, but the maester still insisted on facing away from her. Ever since the professor who caught her had “lost tenure” (whatever the heck that meant), Spear Thistle just started being passed around to different college faculty when they felt like they had a use for her. At first it was fun, but after a while it just felt soul crushing. Everyone would act like they had “figured her out” and she was more college pet than pixie.

There were still some good eggs though, from time to time. Feather face for one (apparently his name was actually Pomrick?) and a few others as well. One such other was an elf girl named Aiko who Spear Thistle had met during this trip to Fallwood. The two of them hadn’t really interacted much, but Aiko seemed to treat Spear Thistle with passing respect rather than a tolerated nuisance, so the two were basically besties.

“So—, you think Aiko needs any help with the millipedes?”

“Ayyko is fine on her own, I doubt she needs a pixie chatting her ear off while she works. In fac—”

“It’s Aiko” Spear Thistle said. This actually managed to get the maester to turn his head and look at Spear Thistle through the side of his eye. “Why should you care? But honestly, perhaps the draw of a fairy to an elf is only natural. Fine, go to her if it will get you out of my ear, just don’t distract her from her task.”

A smile stretched across Spear Thistle’s face as she hopped off the branch and began to flutter in the air. She made right away for the stump where Aiko was, happy to actually have a chance to give her a hand and maybe even get showered with praise for a change.

—but what Spear Thistle saw was anything but idyllic.
"To good to use your hands eh?" An unfamiliar voice rang. Aiko's eyes went up and spotted Anirian steel. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the seal of Vel Anir on a guardsman's shield. Horvath, as a matter of courtesy, had sent letters to both Fal'Addas and Vel Anir letting the governments know they would be conducting the expedition near the Portal Stone. Neither had returned a formal response.

Until now, with a mix of guardsman and Dreadlords, or perhaps Dreadlord Initiates, here to greet them.
“Yo!” Spear Thistle shouted as she flew in between Aiko and the guardsmen. “What do you cruddy metal freaks want with Aiko?!”
 
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