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Frowned but only inwardly as the drowess left his father's tent. She had been one of few of his generals that Jehan still knew. He knew her as a bought one though, mercenary. From the set and speech of the others that was true for most of them. Few were fae, they were ever so rarely bought. But to have at the core of your army mercenaries? Where was all the others that should be here? He glanced sidelong at Belucatrados. He stood so close fingers stroking through Jehan's ever so long hair and li… Continue

(( continuations of Bink and Jehan's adventures Underhill))


The night passed as it so often does, even there in the Underhill. but the morning light that met the sleepless fae was just as bloody as the night had been. He paced soundlessly across the rug strewn floor of that tent. That alone would make most that knew him take notice of his discomfort. The bard ever had a song, hum or whistle on his lips but this day only a faint frown crossed them .

Servants slipped in to the tent in their sil… Continue

(( This is part of a series of collabrative posts between Bink and Jehan while the characters are not about Ambrea this is what has been happening to them. Will be shareing same scenes from slightly different views .There is the potential for stories to be long .and the off chance that I may write something squicky to various people. It is War..they are Unseelie Fae. This is not always bright and shiny things. I hope you enjoy.))

The ravens flew in the darkness.

No not those black plumed birds… Continue

Someone asked me to offer up some tales of my childhood . Bard that I am how can I resist? So i shall attempt to provide a smattering of stories about myself . I hope someone finds them enjoyable.
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The little mewling infant lay in that golden basket set upon the steps before that throne. Dark eyes stared back at dark eyes. That at least showed proof of what had been spoken in the glittering glamour message that had bloomed ov… Continue