Alec Troven (
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In the nightmares of the mind here comes something horrid to find
It may have been noticed that very few things - if anything - fazed Alec. He went through the situation with a bright, often manic, smile on his face gleefully poking anything that required to be poked and things that didn't.
Which is why his behavior was remarkably strange when it came to a forest that suddenly showed up overnight. Admittedly it wasn't the nicest looking of forests. It called to mind every nightmarish forest that has existed. The branches were all skeletal and bare and they reached up towards the sky as if clawing for help. Despite the lack of wind they creaked and groaned. Things whispered constantly offering promises of anything, release, power, a merry good time.
Just barely visible through the branches were seven, bleached white skeletons -skeletons that should have long fallen apart- with nooses around their necks and just the shreds of clothing.
As for Alec, he stood near the edges of the woods, just out of the reach of its shadows, looking like he'd just seen the scariest fucking thing in his life and wasn't going to move least it attack him.
((Ooc note: The forest is, in Alec's world, where the seven eldest children of the first fey were murdered for no known reason. Haunted it now seeks more souls to join it in its misery. Going into it is a bad idea.))
Which is why his behavior was remarkably strange when it came to a forest that suddenly showed up overnight. Admittedly it wasn't the nicest looking of forests. It called to mind every nightmarish forest that has existed. The branches were all skeletal and bare and they reached up towards the sky as if clawing for help. Despite the lack of wind they creaked and groaned. Things whispered constantly offering promises of anything, release, power, a merry good time.
Just barely visible through the branches were seven, bleached white skeletons -skeletons that should have long fallen apart- with nooses around their necks and just the shreds of clothing.
As for Alec, he stood near the edges of the woods, just out of the reach of its shadows, looking like he'd just seen the scariest fucking thing in his life and wasn't going to move least it attack him.
((Ooc note: The forest is, in Alec's world, where the seven eldest children of the first fey were murdered for no known reason. Haunted it now seeks more souls to join it in its misery. Going into it is a bad idea.))
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But Alec's reaction was not. It looked like something very different from the "Why is the landscape changing?!" surprise one might have expected, and it concerned Iroh greatly.
"Are you all right?" he asked the young man, coming up behind him.
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That doesn't make it any less alarming to encounter.
I just got his Username and it is Lovely and awesome.
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He still hasn't moved from where he's staring. Nope.
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"Let's go warn them then," he says.
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"What? What? Oh. Right. Warn people. Yeah."
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"This wasn't here yesterday," she said, perhaps to Alec, perhaps to herself, and she steeled her shoulders as if to go in and see what was going on.
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She was a bit skeptical. She was always skeptical, even though she'd ended up here and seen way too many ridiculous things already.
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"Long time ago. Ages before ages when the fair folk were still new, someone killed the eldest children of the first fey. Killed them with iron and then hung them in that grove there. While you can kill the fey by various means, iron is perhaps the cruelest and most hideous way of doing it. Those seven children were the first fey ever to die," Alec says with a far away look on his face, recounting the story he's heard as a child.
"And they didn't take it to well. The grove became haunted by their spirits and they seek revenge for what happened to them and the seek others to join their misery. So they try and lure others into it to join in their misery."
He gives a bark of laughter. "Misery loves company, after all."
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"The people who killed them must be long dead themselves," she says. "But that never seems to matter to someone with a real grudge. But what could a ghost do? They are generally insubstantial, or so I've heard."
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"It sounds like a good fire would only improve this place," she remarked dryly.
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"I don't think it liked that idea at all."
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"It doesn't like anything, from what you've told me. Could probably do with a good pruning."
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A voice that sounds like a pebble rattling down hill scratches out, "Come... come join us under the Hanging Tree earth speaker." A clawed hand reaches out for her.
Alec makes a squeeking noise.
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"It may be a good idea to continue this discussion elsewhere," she says to Alec.
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"Yeah. Very good idea."
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"We should probably warn people about that."
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Because he is.
The Grove is evil and maliciousness stuck together into one hateful mess. It scares him a lot.
Which, considering who and what Alec is, says a lot.
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