Triakoth, Knight of the Faire Folk

Yet another mad dash for the facility where the other Unseelie afflicted were being detained (happily those left behind on Nantucket Earth found that the last of them over in what would have been called Stonehenge over in what would have been called England).

Provided with information by Inquirer of what she knows from her roleplaying experiences and armed with appropriate weaponry that could match or exceed anything they'll likely to meet in this hostile land they plan on journeying to (some "mundane" scientific from Doctor Who's TARDIS, some of the more magical equipment from the Hoard of Synizn who's life no longer depends on it, and some from a nervous Spaceman Eric Jones who'd secretly been "packing" the gun components hidden in various points in his clothing as all Military members do as their wont). The last transfer was done secretively, due to Jones not wishing to ruffle the feathers of the local Nantucket authority.

The other Champions wish to come along, but it is soon decided that the original group who'd gone off on this quest (plus Fred the Pixie) would be the best for this one last retrieval. With a LOT of luck (something that is a iffy thing here), they'd find the last one (an Astra who the other said had this big thing about Doctor Who).

Equipped, Jarlath's group boards Doctor Who's TARDIS. They travel back in time to where they need to be. They depart under wishes of good luck and God speeds, activate the Key and again dodge Dr. Vincent's questions (knowing very well that in just a few hours the good doctor would stumble onto the truth but not wishing to cause a time paradox) and finally arrive on Rifts Earth.

It's getting on to near sunset and the scene before them is almost normal seeming with a farm and crops in the field...... but over the next hill they hear some chanting of a spell.... It has a high, musical, elfish, and feminine quality to it. Quiet pleasant sounding, actually, that voice.

"Well, we see it isn't the ordinary world, eh?" Dragon Synizn mutters as he half listens to the spell and watch as an aircraft of some type flies overhead. They'd check out the source of the chanting, on the off chance it was somehow connected to the Astra they were after here.

Science and magic.....almost at war with each other on this madhouse they call Rifts Earth, the dragon mage thinks sourly, remembering what he'd been told of this world.

The taste of the magic is strange....but the mages sense it's not hostile. Being that this is a rather violent world by reputation, they gather their charms and spells....ready to counter just in case.

"Shouldn't we be...." Annafrid begins to whisper softly, worriedly looking in the direction of the chanting.

The chanting suddenly ends. The wish spell (powerful and rare maic from Morganna Wordeni's old homeworld and known only to her) races out and shatters the hold the dark curse has upon the one known as Astra. After hours of scouring her magical supplies and frankly missing the meeting with Roland and Queen Astra, she had been able to come up with the needed marterials. She'd only be able to cast this once in time (such strain it would put on her she'd be weak as a kitten for a month) but it would be worth it if it worked. She'd spent much time also wording the wish as carefully as she could (think of The Monkey's Paw and you get the idea of the danger here for poorly worded wishes). Her spell wasn't as powerful but had the finesse to accomplish the task It's strength was comparable to a gentle hand compared to that of a swinging sledge hammer. Vastly different, but what do you want to thread a needle with?

And did it work?

Well, it...did in the narrow sense.

The Astra that they had found and knocked out magically (to slow the curse's progress on her so this wish spell would work) was in the process of slowly morphing back into a normal human. That was good. The wording of the wish prevented the curse from doing something lik doubling back, somehow, and afflicting her anew held. But......

The idea was that once the red haired woman was freed, the curse would have pretty much die here....and also it would "die" by association by anyone else afflicted by the same curse. Oh, these unknown others would be stuck in their present forms....but with enough magic that would/could be remedied. Hard, but without the curse blocking attempts it would be able to be done......so Morganna hoped.

The elfin woman looks up from the spot where she'd fallen to her knees and stares at the evil cloud like thing that was the Unseelie curse seem to warp, change, and then scream as it changed...into something a bit more than it had been. It then, out of a newly sense of self preservation, rushes off to "infect" the beings that it can use as a host....

As numbed by all that she'd gone through, she (and those who'd come to guard her during this delicate time) could see that something was vastly wrong here. If she'd let this Astra speak a bit more, she'd probably have known to include the other afflicted in on this wish. That or word it to where, if the impossible happened and others who'd been afflicted somehow showed up at this critical time..... The wish would have failed, but.....

Well, the Unseelie curse surprised the bejesus out of Jarlath's group as it comes barreling out of nowhere and attempts to "infect" the various compatible "hosts." It has no luck with the Champions, but it finds enough of a foothold in Fred the Pixie. Oh, it can't turn him Unseelie, but in desperation it....completes the change! It is a desperate move, but it is enough for survival!! Jarlath and the other magic users are able to drive it away (where it then twist upon itself and the changes rush out into the other realms where the other afflicted are....

The pixie screams a high pitched scream and falls to the ground....and shivers in reaction. His name is no longer Fred, but Triakoth, basically meaning, in Fey Speak just Knight of the Faire Folk. His matrix crystalizes and the transformation from human to fey is complete. Blue eyes shift for the last time rom normal, human seeming round pupils to cat like, slit pupil green orbs. Unlike other Fey folk, he (and a few others like a blue haired fairy woman and some new Light Elves) can handle cold iron with no harmful effects. Oh, there are a few things he and the others can't due that other Feys could....but that is for later.

1. "Shit," he gasps, looking up at the others. "What now?"

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