Post by jamesbunnyman on Feb 14, 2024 0:36:15 GMT -5
The clandestine meeting at Kent's was a trap for Itannar.
Well of course it was a trap, that was obvious, the problem is that it was a different sort of trap than expected and no new information was gained and their purpose for it currently remains a mystery.
Also Itannar was badly injured, which now that James has agreed to help him is now a problem in his mind, before the mortal's safety was not a major concern.
As suggested he took him to a safe place, the safest he could think of: Mount Lebrun.
There is the Fae stronghold, the Freehold of Roses. A place a bit like what the fog being tried to make in Cove, but better (at least in it's denizens' minds): More permanent, and rather than leaching off mortals to the point of their detriment it is powered by a lasting Balefire, a sort of dream-magic power source.
And it is also one where James is a lord (not the highest authority by Fae reckoning, but still an achievement for a pooka to manage).
The pooka in question would have plenty of power in an emergency and a bit of aid if needed.
Not that he expected an emergency in his home, both in terms of the land and the fact that he had Itannar stay in the deepest part of his own burrow, but was not one to discount the possibility.
Calling on Ilangren for said aid, the nocker in question responded to the call with gusto! By nocker standards anyway: in that he complained, threatened, received a small bribe of an apple, cussed things blue, and refused to consider Itannar as anything other than a broken machine that needed fixing. But well he did agree to do the fixing. He proclaimed he had many broken bones, including his arm, leg, wrist, collar, as well as four ribs, as well as muscle strains, cuts, bruises, contusions and welts. In short he was a mess, but can and will do it as long as 'the damn rabbit stays out from underfoot,' a statement that James didn't take personally, long sense agreeing with the old pooka saying about their fellow goblinoid: 'under the venom and bile of a nocker, was a much kinder, gentler venom and bile just waiting to ooze out onto your shoes'
And thus Ilangren began his treatment of Itannar, it could take weeks, though Ilangren's magic might help speed things up a bit if needed, the nocker is on the belief that time and more subtle magics will ensure his full recovery more safely, though his potions will more than help with the pain (if he can get the pooka to stop trying to drink them to see what they do, WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT STAYING UNDERFOOT?!).
Word was sent to Idril during one of Itannar's waking moments, informing her of his injuries and the night's events, though on the whole, between the injuries and the potions, he does seem a bit out of it, or maybe that was just an effect of where he was in his state.
In any case, his healing had begun.
Well of course it was a trap, that was obvious, the problem is that it was a different sort of trap than expected and no new information was gained and their purpose for it currently remains a mystery.
Also Itannar was badly injured, which now that James has agreed to help him is now a problem in his mind, before the mortal's safety was not a major concern.
As suggested he took him to a safe place, the safest he could think of: Mount Lebrun.
There is the Fae stronghold, the Freehold of Roses. A place a bit like what the fog being tried to make in Cove, but better (at least in it's denizens' minds): More permanent, and rather than leaching off mortals to the point of their detriment it is powered by a lasting Balefire, a sort of dream-magic power source.
And it is also one where James is a lord (not the highest authority by Fae reckoning, but still an achievement for a pooka to manage).
The pooka in question would have plenty of power in an emergency and a bit of aid if needed.
Not that he expected an emergency in his home, both in terms of the land and the fact that he had Itannar stay in the deepest part of his own burrow, but was not one to discount the possibility.
Calling on Ilangren for said aid, the nocker in question responded to the call with gusto! By nocker standards anyway: in that he complained, threatened, received a small bribe of an apple, cussed things blue, and refused to consider Itannar as anything other than a broken machine that needed fixing. But well he did agree to do the fixing. He proclaimed he had many broken bones, including his arm, leg, wrist, collar, as well as four ribs, as well as muscle strains, cuts, bruises, contusions and welts. In short he was a mess, but can and will do it as long as 'the damn rabbit stays out from underfoot,' a statement that James didn't take personally, long sense agreeing with the old pooka saying about their fellow goblinoid: 'under the venom and bile of a nocker, was a much kinder, gentler venom and bile just waiting to ooze out onto your shoes'
And thus Ilangren began his treatment of Itannar, it could take weeks, though Ilangren's magic might help speed things up a bit if needed, the nocker is on the belief that time and more subtle magics will ensure his full recovery more safely, though his potions will more than help with the pain (if he can get the pooka to stop trying to drink them to see what they do, WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT STAYING UNDERFOOT?!).
Word was sent to Idril during one of Itannar's waking moments, informing her of his injuries and the night's events, though on the whole, between the injuries and the potions, he does seem a bit out of it, or maybe that was just an effect of where he was in his state.
In any case, his healing had begun.
