Pixie dust floats through the air and soft laughter echoes off the walls of the Underground Hall. Queen Mab stands by the fountain in the Gathering Place, keeping a benevolent eye on all her subjects.
The fae flitter in and out of the halls on an abundance of tasks, their chatter creating a merry atmosphere. But beware ye of faint heart, for their bark is worse than their bite.
The knowledgeable of Aard tread warily around these renowned pranksters, for who knows what the mischievous fae will do if you put a foot wrong with them. Stunts have been, and will continue to
be, pulled on all. For no one is safe from them.
Their numbers grow as more denizens of Aardwolf are enticed to their ranks. The siren call spreading like a balm to those with restless souls. Come and join us, be one with us, let your roguish nature run free.
Who knows who will be the next to be seduced to the fae side of the force.
By Silvinisy.
