Broken Crown-05/09/23-Beets Sunwater
Sept 6, 2023 19:51:24 GMT
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Post by Beets The Beetle (Feenix) on Sept 6, 2023 19:51:24 GMT
Marto,
I know you’ll likely find out about this soon, or heck you probably know about it already. Word spreads fast around The Dawnlands, even faster than King Verrin can chug back a pint of ale.
Which speaking of royalty, brings me to the reason for my letter.
The Queen of the Winter Morinn might now be a bit angry, or lets just be flittin’frank, furious that Queen Titania-who just wow by the way. Sorry. That Queen Titania had been imprisoning her new husband-and Titania’s brother-in The Hells for..a couple thousand years, and is now magically ‘controlling’ him like a dog to lead his pack, his ‘Wild-Hunt’ wherever she commands throughout the Dawnlands and Summer Court, and as we saw tonight, even to directly attack Queen Titania.
Now before you go worrying about how I know this all, one: I was on a job for The Queen of Ken and Cunning with her..aid I think, the Twilight Incarnate Kithrin, on a recon mission to the cold couple’s reunion party in the Winter Court, and two: I didn’t throw any shoes this time.
Trust meHunty boy The Lord of the Hunt completely went above and beyond that when he threw a buggin’spear at Queen Titania-who’s fine by the way or at least the others seemed pretty sure about it. Fey ‘magic’ stuff, you get it.
Now I know you’ll be the first to remind me how dangerous Fey can be-especially the Archfey, and how not to do anything that could flit'them off, trust me I know. I had anencounter a ‘discussion’ with King Ulorian a couple months back following our little..toe to toe at their shin-dig, so I know first hand how they can really splash their might about.
But this isn’t about personal vendettas or just not liking people.
This about people with too much power getting wrapped up in selfish-self centred desires that affect poor good-wonderful-innocent people and can result get them hurt-or worse.
Lolli somehow got caught up in the Wild Hunt a couple weeks back. She says she’s okay but it still left me worried that she’d been swept up in something…Something I might have helped bring about.
She then came on an adventure with me the other week where we ended up facing a sea hag bent on gaining riches and power and..
Well Marto, Lolli almost died.
Had died or at least I had thought so.
Marto..it-it tipped me over the edge.
I don’t remember it at all clearly but Lolli says, says I…’Changed’ I wasn’t..me.
Marto, I know you likely get what that means, You’ve seen me at my worse and well..as ’not-me’.
But there’s more, more than I want to put in writing. Just in case-
Someone said to me recently, that I have ‘No sense of preservation.’ Well, they were right, I don’t.
I didn’t choose to stay in The Dawnlands for me. I stayed because I made a promise. A promise that I would help people. That I would fight to protect the people I love.
I remember what you told me about Merla’s friend Marto, about having a purpose, a reason to go up against things more powerful, more dangerous more devious, or manipulative than I would even dare fear to be.
Well, I think have that purpose now Marto. I have a purpose that whether they be fey, or demon or so called-ancient bug kingdom ruler, that no one-absolutely no one will hurt or threaten the safety or happiness of my friends.
I’ve been asked a question by a lot of people too recently…
“Aren’t you Fey though Beets? You’re fey too though right?”
Well let me tell you, tell the full answer that I’ve yet to give one anyone but myself.
I am Beets Sunwater. I am my own person. Don’t judge me by whatever you think I am or wherever you think I may come from. All you need to know is this. I will alway help people who truly need me. Whether they be big or tall-large or tall. Harengon or Giant. Dragon or Fey. If you have problem with me, you take it up with me and me alone. And know this. If you lie to me. Try to trick me. Try to control me or make do anything I go against. If you try to mess with my friends or my home. You’ll wish you’d never heard the name-Beets Sunwater.
Stay safe and happy Marto,
Thats all truly want for you now,
Beets
I know you’ll likely find out about this soon, or heck you probably know about it already. Word spreads fast around The Dawnlands, even faster than King Verrin can chug back a pint of ale.
Which speaking of royalty, brings me to the reason for my letter.
The Queen of the Winter Morinn might now be a bit angry, or lets just be flittin’frank, furious that Queen Titania-
Now before you go worrying about how I know this all, one: I was on a job for The Queen of Ken and Cunning with her..aid I think, the Twilight Incarnate Kithrin, on a recon mission to the cold couple’s reunion party in the Winter Court, and two: I didn’t throw any shoes this time.
Trust me
Now I know you’ll be the first to remind me how dangerous Fey can be-especially the Archfey, and how not to do anything that could flit'them off, trust me I know. I had an
But this isn’t about personal vendettas or just not liking people.
This about people with too much power getting wrapped up in selfish-self centred desires that affect poor good-wonderful-innocent people and can result get them hurt-or worse.
Lolli somehow got caught up in the Wild Hunt a couple weeks back. She says she’s okay but it still left me worried that she’d been swept up in something…Something I might have helped bring about.
She then came on an adventure with me the other week where we ended up facing a sea hag bent on gaining riches and power and..
Well Marto, Lolli almost died.
Had died or at least I had thought so.
Marto..it-it tipped me over the edge.
I don’t remember it at all clearly but Lolli says, says I…’Changed’ I wasn’t..me.
Marto, I know you likely get what that means, You’ve seen me at my worse and well..as ’not-me’.
But there’s more, more than I want to put in writing. Just in case-
Someone said to me recently, that I have ‘No sense of preservation.’ Well, they were right, I don’t.
I didn’t choose to stay in The Dawnlands for me. I stayed because I made a promise. A promise that I would help people. That I would fight to protect the people I love.
I remember what you told me about Merla’s friend Marto, about having a purpose, a reason to go up against things more powerful, more dangerous more devious, or manipulative than I would even dare fear to be.
Well, I think have that purpose now Marto. I have a purpose that whether they be fey, or demon or so called-ancient bug kingdom ruler, that no one-absolutely no one will hurt or threaten the safety or happiness of my friends.
I’ve been asked a question by a lot of people too recently…
“Aren’t you Fey though Beets? You’re fey too though right?”
Well let me tell you, tell the full answer that I’ve yet to give one anyone but myself.
I am Beets Sunwater. I am my own person. Don’t judge me by whatever you think I am or wherever you think I may come from. All you need to know is this. I will alway help people who truly need me. Whether they be big or tall-large or tall. Harengon or Giant. Dragon or Fey. If you have problem with me, you take it up with me and me alone. And know this. If you lie to me. Try to trick me. Try to control me or make do anything I go against. If you try to mess with my friends or my home. You’ll wish you’d never heard the name-Beets Sunwater.
Stay safe and happy Marto,
Thats all truly want for you now,
Beets
Beets set down the quill of her note kit and stared as the ink of her words shimmered in the final rays of the late summer’s day sun. She had done it now, she had committed it to paper. Bigger yet had committed it to Marto. It seemed quite the contrast to the tears and fear shaken outburst that she had given him in that clearing in New Hillborrow.
She had been a real mess, driving herself to an almost feral isolated existence because of the fear she had held because of the ‘knowledge’ she had been divulged by that surly Sphinx. Her mother was cursed. She had ‘died’ giving birth to her, and that curse that had lived-on inside her, had led to her Pa being killed. Gramps to leave her, and countless other deaths caused by her hands..or claws..or mandibles.
She had been right that day when she had declared it to Marto. She was a monster. There was no denying it, and the black that now permanently stained the nails of her hands since her latest ‘transformation’ in front of Lolli was a constant reminder. The curse hadn’t gone, and Bogar’s silence after their first and last meeting just confirmed that he wasn’t likely any free’er of its apparent relentless hounding too.
But she had grown from learning all that, and over the last few months she had grown more and more certain of what she was.
Of who she wanted to be.
She wasn’t fey. At least, she had never felt she truly was fey despite Pa’s and Gramps assurances, and that was okay.
If she could use this cursed-existence to do some good in the world. To protect the people that were important to her.
Then that meant something.
And if one day the curse or it’s giver decided to make the move to gain an even stronger hold over her?
Well..as like she’d said to the fey witch Drusilia earlier that day,
she would deal with that part later.
