Visit to the realm (Salrynn/Baobhan)

Rose Garden, a place she hasn't been in for a long time. The last time she was here was when cherry blossom petals plagued the whole of the gardens, Summer was all on her lonesome when she stopped the cherry blossom petals from invading everywhere. Not that she minded though, its been such a long time and she could only hope that it wouldn’t happen again.

“Oh em gee, Summer is thinking of things!”

The rooster always seemed to be like this when it came to Summer thinking, sometimes, she would rather that she got rid of all the chinese zodiac that liked to constantly speak to her.

“Are they saying anything??”

Bao, her cat companion, seemed rather focused on the fact that Summer was distant. Summer knew fine well that he absolutely hated the chinese zodiac for what they done, but he hated the rat the most, which is pretty self explanatory.

“No Bao! Do not worry!” Summer grinned as she stood up from her chair, placed one of her feet onto the table and crossed her arms, trying to encourage Bao to never worry about what is going on with her little mind.

“Pfft… if you say so…”

Bao’s behaviour really does worry Summer sometimes, but she can’t help a guy’s personality, she knew why he acted like that, but she also knew she doesn’t deserve the brunt of everything. She had her reign passed down onto her… she wasn’t the one who caused all this mess.

“He doesn’t look too happy… don’t worry Summer, everything will be okay in the end!” The rabbit spoke in Summer’s head, trying to reassure the fireworks expert.

HP: 440
MP: 100%

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[color=#42f483] Summer - [color=#930d0d] Laysha - [color=#daa520] Stella - [color=#fcb8b8] Priscilla - [color=#e0a8ff] Bao

Eileen had been wandering in and around the rose garden, it had not been long since the female wizard had been released from her father, though the gift that had been graced upon the side of her neck was still sore to the touch, churning plasma within her form was painful, but she had her father’s assurance that the storm would soon settle. The slender woman would glide like a ghost across the grass as her heavy clothing, hood and mask hid her face from the grace of the unforgiving sun, bearing down on her like an ancient enemy that threatened to burn her to ash. Her gloved hands reached out to caress one of the flowers in the bed, caressing them softly, as she seemed to visually mourn the loss of being able to touch or smell the flower for the mean-time. She would have preferred to have been out at night, though the light of the sun seemed to be waning as the daylight seemed to transform into the twilight of sunset. Though it would be an hour away yet at least before she would feel comfortable exposing any skin to the open air.


Her soft voice would ring out like a chime, giggling before moving on deeper into the expansive garden. Soon enough she would hear voices on the wind, one at most, the garden seemed by and large to be abandoned and the dark witch had used that as a chance to stalk the flower beds unharassed, her dark leather cloaks and the white porcelain bird mask sitting upon her face like stark bone. The look could be a little frightening to those who would not recognise the attire as that of a doctor, specifically one who works with the terminally ill or those who works with particularly infectious diseases. Either way, a garden full of roses was the perfect place to relax and allow the aromas of thousands of flowers cleanse the pallette of the scents that her job would usually entail.

Curiosity would pique at the sound, the person seemed a little different, so, using the bushes as cover she would slink around like a curious cat, not wanting to be caught as Eileen would move closer and closer, the words upon the wind getting louder and louder until she saw Summer standing with no-one around her. It was curious, so for some time Eileen would attempt to remain hidden, simply peering at the strange person for a while, her brain working in overtime in attempting to gather what information that she could about the person she could only assume by her striking and unique attire that was another of this worlds plethora of wizards. Unable to yet sense magical power, Eileen hoped that the woman wouldn’t be a foe, though she seemed kind enough. Eileen was new to the material world in a sense, perhaps there was a chance she would be able to make a connection, learn more, and maybe develop the first in a long line of allies for her plan…


Poking her head out from the bush she would attempt to move closer, no longer making any attempt to hide her form or frame as her face would immediately transmute behind the mask into the sunny shining epitome of charm that she was used to projecting. Raising a hand at the elbow she would wave to the woman and cough lightly to get her attention before speaking aloud.


Words would fall like honey, softly, sweetly and without the sleightest hint of threat in the politest manner one could imagine. The woman was like a mouse to the eye… hopefully… everything would go according to plan.

Eileen having revealed herself would see the woman standing out in the open with her cat, the feline seemed to be somewhat of the protective mind-set. Within moments of her entering within 25 meters, Eileen was able to feel a soft wave of magic waltz past her, lingering and swirling on the air. Unless the woman was hiding her magical potential, it seemed that she was attempting to sense Eileen in some way, or, that she was more powerful than Eileen had thought her to be initially, but that thought only put this woman higher on the list of allies that Eileen wanted to have. Cocking her head coyly to the side, Eileen smiled and gave a little laugh before moving closer and looking down at the cat, thinking to herself for a moment before reaching into her satchel at her side and pulling out a paper package... drawing it out and opening it she would take a small slab of meat from the pouch and lower it down to the ground for the cat to eat, a hopes of appeasing the cat for some time, and possibly making any future meetings with the cat a little more positive.

''I hope I'm not disturbing the two of you, I was hoping you might be able to tell me a little about this place, I've been looking for a man who should have come through here somewhat recently, he looks like a... uhm, court jester i guess, but, also kind of like a knight. Also, being out of the celestial world is strange to me and i need to orient myself to this one. I know that I'm being a bother, but, would you be able to tell me how this world works? How people work here? I apologize, I'm not very good at explaining.''

Eileen would bow in apology both to the woman and to the honorable feline that had also spoken aloud, seeming to hold the two of them in equal esteem rather than simply bowing to the owner of the pet. The height of the bow would imply deep regret, though not quite to the point of prostrating herself before Summer and her friend. In truth, there had been a man of that description moving through this place, a tall man standing near 7 feet tall jumping from rooftop to rooftop in the dead of night as he moved through this place like a storm, not lingering in the slightest so few people would have seen him, those who did would likely have seen little more than a shadow of his shape and heard the soft chimes of his bells as he moved like a ghost amidst the moonlight.


The connotations of Eileens alien status was something slightly interesting, she seemed to not know how the world worked 'at all' rather than just a simple ignorance of geographical location, she was like an infant more than a lost woman. There were questions no doubt to be asked in response, although, so a stronger wizard there would seem to be an air of the celestial about her, like a musk that she would not be able to shake.

Eileen would listen intently, not wanting to disturb the woman as she gave her some of the information she had wanted, it was a shame that she had not seen the cursed jester, he must have simply passed through this area. She couldn't allow the Fool to find another one of the cards for his master, it was simply too dangerous for him to get his hands on another of the arbiters of fate. The Tarrochi were powerful beings and each of them could seemingly deliver a substantial amount of harm to a group of people. The whole mess had Eileen in a bit of a pickle, though her lack of knowledge of the world was something that was seeming to hinder her more in the moment... Snapped back from thought to reality, Eileen caught wind of Summer's next few words, clicking back to life and focusing on her yet again and making sure she was attentive... She seemed to use the word 'Mage' a lot, but she seemed to use it in referrence to themselves, it must be a local term for 'Magic User,' which aptly this woman had assumed that Eileen herself also was.

''Oh, i see, Mage is a play on the term Magician, I understand now, haha! You almost lost me there for a moment~ I think in the mean-time I would like to avoid any large gathering of the arcane-inclined, it would only seek to endanger them with the armoured clown and his master. The Fool is not someone that I would want others to trifle with, he can be vastly more dangerous than one might expect with his artifact. His master even less so, but i've yet to see any trace of him. Though, you mentioned something of a council... are they your kings? Would there be a way to beseech them in person? Please, this is a matter of grave importance.''

Eileen would look all rather serious for a moment, determined with a fire of passion in her eye as she would hope to gain a little information about these council members of which she had spoken. If they were indeed kingly, then Eileen might be able to bargain with them about the nature of the evil she was fighting, and even perhaps about her grander quest. Though it was something she had hoped to perform on her own over time, having people so high take interest in her accounts would be something in the future for her. Once she had developed a sphere of power and influence in order to give herself accreditation when it came to dealing with people of that arcane level...

Then the feline creature spoke once again, something about a Zodiac, now 'that' was a term that Eileen recognized.

''Zodiac? Are you in contact with one of the spiritual Parthenons? Perhaps some of them would know of my father and be able to help me? His name is Mananann.''

Depending on the knowledge of the Zodiac in this case, should they be beings from the spirit Realm, Mananann would be known as a lesser king of sorts under the guise of the Celestial Spirit king, though very loosely affiliated. His small 'kingdom' was built in the shadow of the celestial nation, and collected some odd beings over the years it had existed. Vastly lacking comparatively in power, but never entirely discounted. Mananann was one of the few beings that was documented as an entity of Death itself. He was known for closely consorting with dark mages in seeking something out. It was said that he gained a large amount of power from drinking the blood of a dead giant, power enough to rival some of the larger forces in the world. But in the end Mananann wass considered to have gone mad, raving about the end of all things to such a level that even the other death aspects shunned him...

'Something about the death of magic...'

Though there was a couple of odd facts that seemed to come to pass with the idea that she called the man her 'father.' While Eileen was obviously human, there was something off about her, she had an odd aura would namely be the first one, and her clothes were not made of this world to begin with. The other would be, that humans could only normally spend a very limited amount of time in the celestial world, could Eileen be different? There was little time to tell...

Whoever the woman was, there was mystery about her. That much, was certain.