You are Evan Tolston, 12-year-old boy in the midst of the strangest night of your life. You are awakened by the slap of a small coarse cloth doll, filled with something that sounds like pebbles."Hey, you!" says a familiar voice from the air above your head. You open your eyes to see a tiny woman hovering above you. "You got away from the prince! Hey, move your head."You try to speak but your throat is too dry. You swallow and sit up, trying to take stock of your situation. You feel very lightheaded and weak, hungry, thirsty, and sore, but feeling strangely satisfied. You have no recollection of why.Earlier tonight, you were at your grandfather's house, and you remember climbing a tree and winding up in a strange land with the same tiny woman flying above you right now. You met someone who looks like you, and fled from him, somehow winding up back at your parent's trailer, miles away from where you started. Some kind of strange creature impersonated your grandfather on the phone, burned the trailer down, and...You don't remember. You remember being chased, but don't know how you escaped. Something fuzzy happened, and you wound up at a classmate's house, where she said she was consorting with demons. You played the flute and grew horns, and then you...>cont.
>>19650885You don't remember what happened next, either. You went between the borders in her house into your fort, where you are now, but everything is fuzzy after that, too.Meanwhile, the tiny woman flies down to where your head was resting, and pops back up holding something small and white.It's a tooth.She grins. "I'm flattered! If you wanted to see me again, all you had to do was come back to my tree. What a sweet gift!" She pries open one of the stitches in her doll's mouth and pushes the tooth inside.A soreness in your mouth springs suddenly to the forefront of your awareness, and you note the gap in your teeth with surprise. You also note with some concern that your neck hurts too, and your fingers come away red when you rub the offending area.Previous threads:http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/19363045/#19363045followed by:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Fair%20FolkI'll try to keep the necessary information in this thread, but you should read those if you get the chance. They're pretty short, really.
>>19650893Hm...short enough to be able to keep up with this thread while reading? Not sure if interested, but we'll wait and see anyways.
>>19650885You had sex with some girl. She was right next to you. Is she still there? Wake her up and ask her why you're bleeding.
"I'm bleeding, my tooth is missing, and my memory has holes in it. And the sad part is I'm used to this by now."
>>19650980"Elle, come here. Why is my neck bleeding?"
"Do you know where Elle is? And what happened to me?"
You feel vaguely like you shouldn't be alone right now, but you're not sure why. You think there was someone else here, someone whose name escapes you, and whose face is absent from your mind. Nonetheless, there is no one inside the fort besides you and the tiny woman.How did your fort get like this? It's huge, and there are burning pillars in the center. Somehow it still feels like home, though.You rub your sore neck gingerly and inspect the area. You are currently naked, but your clothes are strewn haphazardly on the ground near you. They appear to be wet. You also see your flute beside you. And, there is the tiny woman again, who is looking at you expectantly.
Ask her how she got in without an invitation, assuming you still remember the rules you learned.
>>19651094"Nice to see you again. Maybe this time we can tell each other our names.Do you know who was here with me before you arrived? Or why my neck is bleeding?"
>>19651135I'll go with this.
vampires AND the tooth fairy?
Dear Silenus, I fell in love with this quest. You rock, lad.
You grimace and sit up further, but somehow still feel like you should mind your manners. "Nice to see you again. Maybe this time we can tell each other our names," you say.She blushes. "Maia, of the gray court. And you've already met Mr. Buttons!"You nod. "Evan. Of, uh, nowhere really." Maia looks confused. "Listen, do you know who else was in here, or why I'm bleeding?"You remove your hand from your neck and Maia blushes even further. "If you're saying I did that, I would never be so presumptuous! Besides, I just got here."You nod. "Okay. If I may ask, how did you get in without an invitation?""Wait, you didn't...why were you sleeping on a tooth?" she starts to pout. "You didn't want me in here at all?""No, no, you're fine," you reassure her, "I'm just confused."She opens her mouth to speak, but a choked sound comes out instead. She seems surprised by it, and tries again, with the same result. "I can't explain the oaths to you for some reason?" she asks, seeming genuinely baffled. Her eyes suddenly widen with realization. "Wait. Where...where do you come from?"
>>19651370She'll figure it out if we don't tell her. We may as well give her a half-truth."I'm a human, but I think somebody out there is trying to kill me. I really need more information about how stuff works around here."
>>19651370"So you can be invited in by somebody sleeping on a tooth. I understand now.What's presumptuous about a bleeding neck? What does that mean?""I am half-human. What do you call the other half?"captcha: Bond- gebacke
You slowly start to piece it together. "So you can be invited in by somebody sleeping on a tooth. I understand now," you say. A look of horror starts to grow on Maia's face. "I'm human, I think. Or maybe half-human? What would you call the other half, if I was?"Maia just shakes her head. "If you already know this much, someone has done something terribly wrong. And, you made this place. Too far, too far...""Maia, I think someone out there is out to get me. I need more information about how stuff works around here," you respond, urgently.Maia won't stop shaking her head. "I...I have to go. I'm sorry. Thank you for the tooth."She darts away, disappearing into the darkness beyond the wooden door to your fort.You stare after her for a few moments, before the overwhelming blackness through the door starts to get to you. It's like there's nothing out there.Not that it matters, you realize. You think you learned enough from the incident with Savannah to be able to go anywhere you please instantly, at least if you play your flute first. The weight of that realization starts to sink in.
>>19651669Well first we need to go get some clothes.
OK, so we pull our clothes on, grab our stuff (flute, flashlight, maybe some drawing implements or that deck of cards if they're still around), then get to playing.
>>19651669Play your flute and go to Savannah's room. Out of everybody you can remember she's the most likely to have answers and be willing to give them.Hopefully she's alone.
okay ellie took some of your blood and popped out one of your teeth and put it under your head. thus inviting the tooth fairy to come in.try going home, you need your skillet and your kitty. and if the place isn't on fire anymore, some clothes.
>>19651731Look through your drawings. The person you can't remember did something with them. There might be a clue among them
Fuck, we have been raped and the sun seems to never rise. We need to explore this dungeon.
>>19651733>>19651735Seriously? Your first two choices are the places your pursuers expect you to be?No fae have been seen on your grampa's ranch. The one we met there, we met after we border-walked to the fairy world first. Also, your parents need to know where you are, and you probably have non-burned clothes there.
OP, are you there. It's 23.37 here and I need to sleep.
(See? I told you that we shouldn't place too much trust in Elle.)Let's take stock of the situation: we're naked out in the forest, we've got holes in our memory, and what we do remember is really disturbing. We have to do what we can to fix these problems.First, get dressed. Second, grab our stuff and go back to our house - or where it was. Things are too uncertain right now for more specific plans. We'll have to figure it out as we go along.
You pull your clothes on, your feet squelching into your wet sneakers. You collect your flute and find the deck of cards in your pocket, totally soaked. You also find the flashlight and its batteries. It remains off, even when you replace them.Sifting through the strange gaps in your memory, you recall something having to do with your drawings. You try to hide them from your parents because they are a bit too "adult" for you to be making, but you remember having to transport some of them back to your fort from the trailer, for some reason.Sifting through the box, you find everything in order. Your drawings, that magazine you found, your collection of cool rocks, and your knife, which you pocket. And then, you find something else. Another drawing, extremely well-rendered, of you and another girl. She's got black eyes, like Maia and the other girls that your double was with, plus some pointy ears and pigtails. You feel your face flush as you see the two figures in the image entwined with one another, her legs wrapped around you. The girl's face seems familiar, but you can't recall ever seeing it in real life. You suspect she was the one you've forgotten, somehow.All your affairs in order, you step up to the doorway and decide that it leads out into the backyard of your parents' trailer. You want to collect the iron skillet that you......you don't remember. You know it's there, somehow. You also remember that your cat, Rodrick, ran off into the woods.You step through the doorway. Trees materialize into view. You see the faintest hint of the dun's glow below the horizon. The lights in the sky from the solar flare are still present.Your heart sinks as you see something red and glistening pinned to the trunk of a nearby tree.
>>19652054Like I said, these threads tend to take a while. I will probably going for several more hours. Don't become an insomniac on my account.
Oh god they skinned your cat and they're standing above the treeline in the distance. Nope nope nope nope go somewhere else. Grandpa's house, grandpa's house!
wait, wasn't our cat a different color?
>>19652341I think most cats are red from the inside.
>>19652341yes it was much less red when it had skini might be wrong but that looks like an exposed ribcage to me.
>>19652252Well shit.We need to get out of here. Run away as fast as possible. Try to find the road, then go somewhere with people. Maybe the house of a friendly neighbor who would help us out if we were in need?(In reality, I can't think of any course of action that isn't risky as fuck. But we have to do something.)
>>19652375I wrote this before I looked at the illustration. Now that I've looked at it, I'm not sure weather we're in the ordinary world or the land of Faerie. This could be a problem.
>>19652409OK, scratch what I wrote before.Is this close to where we lost the frying pan? If yes, than try to find it before whoever is after us gets to us first.
It's a cat. Oh god, it's definitely a skinned cat. Your body goes numb in shock and you hear a rushing sound in your ears. You take a couple of stumbling steps backwards and feel tears welling up in your eyes.Something in the distance starts to move, but you don't think that's why you started running. You are deafened by your own heartbeat as you step over a shadow in the dimming moonlight and the world dissolves.You stop, breathing heavily. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you make out the kitchen of your grandfather's ranch, where you left hours ago.
>>19652252This is all wrong.Don't go some place personal, since they might be able to track you. Go to a store and get a new iron skillet, then right to Savanah's room. If she's summoning what she thinks are demons then we don't have to worry about her safety.
>>19652627Oh, now we can die in a place we know well.GRAB ANOTHER SKILLET! Or an iron knife would be better. The Taste of Cold Iron after all.
>>19652627Great. Now we have the choice of being killed by nightmare monsters, or by abusive parents.Ah, whatever. It's probably better to be inside a house than out. If they ask where we've been, make up some story about being drugged by kidnappers. (That would actually be almost true, in a way...)
You feel your way over to the cabinet where you think skillets are, open it, and feel your way around for one. You try to be careful, but you can't help but make some noise.Suddenly, a cold, white light clicks on around you.You spin around, and are momentarily blinded by the flashlight in your face.You make out the angular silhouette of your father.He doesn't say anything.
>>19652918"...dad?" Grab knife in pocket, but don't pull it out. Just in case. I'd rather get a beating than eaten.
>>19652918Is that a shotgun? I think that's a shotgun.Commence "dad I'm glad to see you" protocols. go with this>>19652771
>>19652918"You've got some explaining to do. What the crap is going on?"Also, notice he has a shotgun.
>>19652918"Hey dad.""...This isn't the bathroom!"
"Hey, Dad, I lost a tooth!"
Okay, you know what? we are a fucking badass teleporting kid. boundary between inside and outside cabinet -> boundary of open door behind him, take shotgun when he is surprised, then open door behind him -> something on other side of room, be creative.Unload shotgun like a badass and be all "what up dad"
God damn it I can't handle the tension!
You stand up and put your hand in your pocket, turning a little so it's less visible. "Hey, dad," you say. "Man, am I glad to see you!"Your faux cheerfulness is cut by the silence between you both. After a moment, he responds, "Explain," softly.Your brain works feverishly at a response, and your already-accelerated heart beats harder than before. You hear your mouth saying words but you don't know what they are. "kidnappers," you manage to squeak out.He lowers the flashlight and starts to walk towards you."I uh I lost a tooth!" you exclaim, backing around the kitchen table. "This isn't the bathroom!" you continue, barely even cognizant of the difference between thinking and speaking anymore.He keeps advancing.
>>19653380PLAY OUR FLUTE AND TELEPORT THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!
>>19653380Find a border and teleport the fuck out. Either back to the fort or...maybe to school? The trailer won't be safe if its burned up.Also, is the grandfather in question our father's or mother's father?
Goddammit our clothes still have blood on them.
>>19653386Wait waitBefore you go"Watch this."
"my real dad, he's an asshole."
I'm terribly sorry, please pause for a moment.
>>19653522NOOOOOOThe board is going down in an hour, don't leave us hanging!
>>19653543Um, 9PM ET is two hours from now, not one.But yeah, I hope Silenus isn't out for too long.
>>19653613Wait a minute, I'm an idiot. That really is an hour from now.I'm going to archive this thread in case it dies during maintenance.
Don't bother, it's already archived.
This is quite the cliffhanger. I approve.
>>19653543I just got back and I don't think I can make any progress that would result in an ending before that time. I'll be ready to go when the site comes back online.
>>19653491No. What we should say is, "You were right, you're not my real dad."
Well...at this point, we don't know for sure what's going on.Also, Silenus, which grandfather is this?
>>19653953I haven't said in the quest yet, but dad's dad.
>>19653984Well, I know you haven't told us in-character, yeah, but there's no reason Evan wouldn't know already.
Is 4chan going down or not? It was supposed to go away 45 minutes ago.
>>19654380Reread the header. He delayed an hour.
He continues to advance. You try to clear your head. An exit, a border, you need something, but you're too frightened to think straight."Take off your shirt," your father says quietly."N...No!" you yell back. With surprising swiftness, he lunges, dropping the flashlight, and grabs your hair, pushing you up over the countertop."Take off. YOUR FUCKING SHIRT," he screams. You pull your hand out of your pocket while flailing, and his eyes instantly dart down to the folded knife in your pocket.He levels the shotgun against your head and lets go of your hair."Don't even make me," he says."Michael!" calls your mother's voice from the doorway. He doesn't turn. "Evan, we're.. we're glad you're home, aren't we Michael?"Your father spits on your shirt. "Fuck off back to bed, honey," he replies softly.You feel a flash of anger well up in you. "Drop the gun," you hear your mom say, choking a little on the words."Drop," you repeat after her.Your father looks at you strangely.He tips over backwards.He hits his head on the edge of the table as he drops and you instantly dive under it as soon as you are free. You don't care where you go, you just want to be somewhere else.The kitchen disappears, but nothing else takes its place."Hello, friend," says a female voice over your shoulder. "I invite you to follow me."
I'm just gonna keep going until it goes down. Hopefully the thread will still be here when it comes back up.
>>19654920Oh shit, we was gonna get raped.Follow Elle, of course.
>>19654935I think he just wanted the bruises somewhere not visible.I have reason to believe this is common practice.
>>19654920Follow.Then vent your confusion.
Cool, it's still up.Follow Elle, of course. It's not like we have much choice at this point. But make it clear that I'm not in the mood for playing games right now, and that she has a lot to answer for. Bitch drank our blood and muddled our memories. That's not something a friend does.
You recognize the girl as the one from the picture, but she seems a little strange and distant. Chalking it up to an eccentricity of the void you currently find yourself in, you nod your head. "Okay, but you've got some explaining to do," you say.You think you see her grin in the darkness. Feeling uneasy, you flick out the blade of your knife and follow her as she disappears into the black.The world shifts. Your shoes hit stone ground, and the face of the girl you were following changes. You see another one like her suspended against a wall in front of you, flanked by two tall, horned men. Lounging above it all on an elaborate and tall chair is your look-alike, smiling idly and absentmindedly shaking his foot to an inaudible beat."Ah, good," he muses, his expression not reacting to your presence. "I was afraid we'd have to look for you all day." He glances down towards the suspended girl. "Funny how fast we catch the beast when we use the right bait, hmm?" He drums his fingers against his armrest and looks back at you. "Tell me, boy, what is she to you, anyway?"You feel compelled to tell the truth, but you still don't know anything.
>>19655152Say that you don't know who she is. Ask who this guy is. Your real dad, maybe?(Man, Elle is clever. She erased our memory of her just so she couldn't be used as a bargaining chip.)
>>19655152I love her, I don't know who she is or why I do, but I know that I care for her. I know that if she's hurt I will tear you and your little kingdom apart and no force in the world can stop me.
"What? I honestly have no idea who she is."pokerface the fuck out of this because I think >>19655167hit the nail on the head
the truth it is then, you don't know.you can attack, you have our knife still, that's metal right? maybe not as good as the skillet for iron but it should still do something. get in and be savage and un-predictable. jump on something's head, jump off and cut the rope down then when the dude is about to issue an order, throw the knife at him.
>>19655152I don't have the foggiest idea who she is. Are you sure you got the right guy?
>>19655178I dunno if we should attack anyone here as we are kinda sorta outnumbered, like 6 to 1. Might be a bad idea there. I mean we're basically just a kid, not a fighter.We'll want to outsmart them. Challenge the Prince to a game, perhaps?
>>19655196 the stakes will be... we win, elle comes with us, he wins, he gets your life. the game will obviously be the most powerful one.the oldest game.
>>19655277Is that at all like the oldest profession?
You compose yourself as best you are able, and point to the imprisoned girl. "What, her? I have no idea who she is."The prince's brow furrows, and he leans forward in his chair. "Perhaps you didn't hear me. Who is she? What has she been teaching you?""I honestly have no idea who that girl is," you respond. "Are you sure you have the right guy?""Do I have the right guy?" he snarls. His face contorts. "DO I HAVE THE RIGHT GUY? LOOK AT ME, BOY. LOOK AT MY FACE." He inhales audibly, and the girls beside him coo and stroke his arm. "Look at me and tell me if you think I have the wrong guy.""I don't know who you want or what you want them for," you respond, still feeling strangely like lying would be impossible. "We do look and sound alike, though. So, who are you?"The prince narrows his eyes. "I am Evan Tolston," he replies. "Prince of the Black court. Born to humans, and raised from nothingness to know no human frailty, love, compassion, or other weaknesses. No oaths to bind me, all the power in the world." he grins. "I am capable of so much more than this, though," he says, gesturing around himself. "It was foolishness to dream that I would be incapable of taking both stations at the same time. Foolishness I intend to correct."
>>19655343So you're Evan Tolston, I thought I was Evan Tolston. If what you say is correct either we both are Evan, or I'm a changeling. Tell me if I'm wrong, you got abducted a long time ago and I took your place, I'm not human, at least not entirely.Let me tell you something, you didn't really miss anything nice by not getting raised by the Tolston family.
Ooh, ooh! Tell him you've got no problem with that. He can totes take your place and live with your family. No contest.
Oh hey, ask him what the Oaths are.
throw knife at him.
>>19655402This, echange places.
>>19655511>>19655402he says he wants BOTH places not to trade.
>>19655402Obligatory.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPfFX8Ph4-k
>>19655516That clip is so incredibly unfunny it hurts
>>19655541Wait, sorry, I accidentally clicked onto a Seth MacFarlane skit and for some reason my sleep-deprived mind thought it was the original video.My apologiesPolite sage for being a retard
>>19655514Then kill it with the knife and take his place.
You cross your arms defiantly. "So you're Evan Tolston? I thought I was Evan Tolston.""Names don't have any meaning for a parasite like you," he responds nonchalantly. "You don't have a name. My father gave it to me and he's no doubt coddled you with the rest of what he has to offer in these twelve years."You can't help but feel you got the raw end of the deal with that one. "So you, what, want to live with my family? By all means, have at it. What are these oaths, anyway?" You ask, hoping to clear up some of the veil of confusion that has covered these whole proceedings.His eyes widen. "You are a fool," he replies, "That was an invitation if I ever heard one. And you truly know nothing. You are a waste. You are a waste and I am done dealing with you." He nods to the girl beside you, who pushes you roughly in the shoulder.The room disappears, and you drop roughly onto a smooth, metallic surface. Strange towers and other shapes rise out of a strange, omnipresent black fog, pierced intermittently by something warm and bright white in the ground.A moment later, the pigtailed girl drops beside you. You hear her making a lot of noise through her gag, and she starts to convulse.
>>19655653Oh shit. metal ground, Elle is on it, pick her up!This is why these stupid things need to wear clothes!
pick her up off the metal.
>>19655653Quickly pick up her off of the ground, ungag her, and see to finding a safer place, one that isn't metal.
>>19655653Get her off the floor and remove her gag. Also untie her. Easiest way to do that would be to pull her onto your lap.
>>19655343"Pfft, knock yourself out. If you're my brother or something then I gotta tell you, I got the short end of the stick. You got all the power in the world, I got beatings for spilling juice on the rug. Being a human is a pile of shit.So, seriously, who's the girl? Does this have something to do with last night? 'cause I can't remember much of anything from then. Is she the one that knocked-out my tooth? Were you getting her set-up for revenge or something? Gotta say, that's crappy bait. I'm not big on vengeance, but I'll follow basically anybody."Hand on your knife in your pocket. Be ready to stab things.
>>19655653Pick her up and look for some place not metal.Get the gag off her and ask if you can carry her with you when you jump some place else.
She could use our shoes, right?Fucking captcha...
Yeah, got to get her off that floor.
You don't know who this girl is, but you feel sorry for her. You run up to her and try to pick her up off the metal as you look in vain for a border to cross. The girl unties the gag. Her voice echoes out over the strange metal surroundings.Laughter.Before you can stop her, she leaps up and pulls you close to her, pressing her lips to yours. You pull back at first, still a little panicked at her situation, but it suddenly somehow seems all right.A long moment passes before she breaks the kiss and looks at you excitedly. "Oh," you say, "Hey Elle."She giggles. "I almost can't believe that worked," she says.With that hole in your memory filled, you're now more confused than ever. "Are you okay? I thought this would hurt you."Elle smiles. "You lived your whole life in a world saturated with iron," she answers. "It doesn't hurt you. That's huge! It's part of who you are. How you bend the rules." You look at her with even more confusion. "I borrowed it," she continues, looking at your neck. "You'll heal up."The pieces start to fall into place in your head. "But, why?" you ask.She smiles and gestures all around. "For this. Evan, welcome to the iron fields. We are inside the moon. The entire Black Court was built to contain this." She grins again. "I think it's time you built your own court to set it free again."End Chapter 4
Thanks for reading, guys. I hope you enjoyed it. Please sage discussion from here on out, if you would be so kind.
>>19655829I think we have to build an army of iron warriors to overthrow and smash the Black Court. We shall turn from a scared 12 year old boy into the Warmaster of the Iron Fields.
>>19655829"And you want to be my princess?I need you to start explaining things. Everything."
>>19655868What's to explain? Obviously we're a changeling.
>>19655879The rules, the oaths, wtf was up with his memories going missing, what the neck bite did, what the fae are, who Elle really is...
>>19655829Well, I'm not a fan of sage, but if it's your wish op.So, you can explain a bit about how the courts function in your setting or it will spoil the fun? Sorry english.
>>19655888the rules and oaths are obviously the rules fae have to follow, and if the tooth fairy was any indication Elle won't be able to directly explain them.His memories went missing so he would know even less than he already did when prince evan there interrogated him.I'm guessing from what elle said that the neck bite had something to do with her immunity to ironThe last two are kinda dumb and just tacked on to pad the list.
>>19655888>The rules, the oaths,Probably can't be explained.>wtf was up with his memories going missingProbably inherent>what the neck bite did,She got the power to not die from iron.>what the fae are,Fae.>who Elle really is...Fae.All questions with obvious answers.
So anyone know a good site about true fairies legends? In English or Spanish.
