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Chapter 8.41

Most mentioned character

372 mentions

Ryoka Griffin

Most mentioned class

64 mentions

[Knight]

Most mentioned skill

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[Forced Removal]

Most mentioned spell

2 mentions

[Light]

Most mentioned location

63 mentions

Ailendamus

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Name	Text
The Wandering Inn	[The Wandering Inn will be on break until the 14th of September for Patrons!]
Oberon	The Faerie King called her name, so Sikeri’val-Toreshio-Maresssui answered.
Sikeri’val-Toreshio-Maresssui	The Faerie King called her name, so Sikeri’val-Toreshio-Maresssui answered.
Nama	The petty argument only stopped when a sighing, annoyed, furry woman picked her way across the ground, a basket with mushrooms in hand. Nama glanced at Sikeri and her kin. Everyone but her was already inside, and the windows were shuttered. They stared out from the cracks, from under shuttered garage doors, balefully.
Sikeri’val-Toreshio-Maresssui	It was still there. That was a consequence for their species, though. For her, Sikeri’val-Toreshio-Maresssui, specifically? It…it could be bad.
Melidore	Yes, it was an off-limits place, and she had been a guest of Melidore’s company…but she hadn’t thought it would turn out like it did. Sikeri shuddered at the memory. She began to sweat.
Melidore	Melidore, whose full name was like Sikeri’s, too long to write out, stood with his group, in discord. Arguing with a delegation of the Winter Court.
Melidore	Melidore pointed. The entire court of the fae went still. Sikeri’s stomach churned.
Ivolethe	Even Ivolethe went quiet. Melidore raised his voice. His arms.
Melidore	Even Ivolethe went quiet. Melidore raised his voice. His arms.
Melidore	“There she is. Let us settle this now, Melidore.”
Ivolethe	The other high Fae caught sight of Sikeri. The Fae around him stirred, and a familiar buzz filled the air—not friendly at all. She instantly bowed to the Winter Court, on the grounds that Ivolethe and her kin looked slightly less hostile and this was her place. Could she play them off against each other? They looked equally matched, at least those two did. If she was cunning, maybe—
Ivolethe	Thoughts betrayed you, here. Sikeri knew better, but she fell into her own nature. Both of them saw it. Ivolethe laughed evilly. Melidore’s eyes narrowed.
Melidore	Thoughts betrayed you, here. Sikeri knew better, but she fell into her own nature. Both of them saw it. Ivolethe laughed evilly. Melidore’s eyes narrowed.
Ivolethe	“Agreed, Ivolethe. If it must be done, let it be done! More was done that day, and not all ill. This, though, this interference? The petition? We shall hear it now and be done. Especially that one, who violated the hospitality of guests.”
Ryoka Griffin	He pointed at her. Suddenly, the entire Faerie Court turned. Teasing figures broke away from the haughty, annoyed older cousins of Sikeri, escorting the boy who used to have a stick that Ryoka had once met.
Sikeri’val-Toreshio-Maresssui	His older kin nodded. Every eye fell on Sikeri’val-Toreshio-Maresssui. Melidore strode down from the central dais, and the summer and winter split. Ivolethe on the other side. The Fae was enraged. He pointed.
Melidore	His older kin nodded. Every eye fell on Sikeri’val-Toreshio-Maresssui. Melidore strode down from the central dais, and the summer and winter split. Ivolethe on the other side. The Fae was enraged. He pointed.
Ivolethe	His older kin nodded. Every eye fell on Sikeri’val-Toreshio-Maresssui. Melidore strode down from the central dais, and the summer and winter split. Ivolethe on the other side. The Fae was enraged. He pointed.
Sikeri’val-Toreshio-Maresssui	“You, who interfered more than she should! You, who twisted everything for her own ends such that no one can make sense of it. You, who interfered in the one place you should not. Sikeri’val-Toreshio-Maresssui. I call on the Faerie King to judge you and what passes.”
Oberon	“You, who interfered more than she should! You, who twisted everything for her own ends such that no one can make sense of it. You, who interfered in the one place you should not. Sikeri’val-Toreshio-Maresssui. I call on the Faerie King to judge you and what passes.”
Melidore	Sikeri stuttered. But Melidore did not wait for more words. He flung his head back, with nigh the same wrath and emotion as he had that night, confronting the intruders, the unwanted guests.
Oberon	“Do not answer to me. Answer to him. I call on the judgement of the Faerie King. Oberon!”
Oberon	“Do not answer to me. Answer to him. I call on the judgement of the Faerie King. Oberon!”
Ivolethe	The Wyrm froze. The court rocked with the name, invoked here. She would have fled, screaming, and was turning, but too late. Too late…Ivolethe’s eyes gleamed. Nastily, with a mirth that her mortal friend knew only too well, as she pointed at the trembling Wyrm.