[SWP] we're under attack!

[Pavetta]

p a v e t t a - - - Witnessing the return of the Sun God left Pavetta deeply disturbed. He had been crude, arrogant, and unkind. Why had she thought these gods would be any different than those of the Rift? It had been foolish of her to hope otherwise. She had left the Summit after Solis had spurned her and some of the others. She did not feel anger--only deep disappointment. Why would a god spurn those new to his realm? Why would he shame those with lack of knowledge? Why would he not try harder to earn the faith of "his" people? Whatever his motive, Solis did not have her faith, respect, or her allegiance. A war was brewing. She did not know of what kind, particularly. A divine war, perhaps. At least now Pavetta knew what side she was on--how could she have even questioned everything she learned in the Rift? It was naught but a game to the gods. And why wouldnt it be? When your actions didn't have consequences and you could do as you please? Her journey to the Night Court was pleasant and undisturbed. She met a few wandering travelers on the road and they chatted for an hour or so round a fire in the evening with drink and laughter. Conversation turned serious when they spoke of the new Sovereign elected after Reichnebach's disappearance. She thought of those she had met in Night Court--Acton, Raymond, Calliope. How did they fair in the change? What did they think of the events at the Summit and the return of long forgotten gods? If any in this land had wisdom to share, it was they. After she would return to Dawn Court and perhaps then she would have news for Somnus and Ipomoea. After all, she was the new Emissary. The next morning she set out. Rain peppered her silver skin and the wind tangled her rose hair. The storm was more intense than she had anticipated. The air felt heavy--oppressive. Not at all what she remembered about the Night Court. Her pace quickened, cloven hooves navigating the terrain nimbly. A flash of light--a tree ahead of her exploded. She shied away and began to run. She was flighty by nature--her lifetime in the Rift had taught her that if she was fast, she might live. If she was curious and stuck around to investigate, she might not. Screams? Thunder, lightning, more screams. She could see glimpses of hideous transparent creatures diving through the air. An earth-shattering roar. What's happening? Raymond, Calliope, a painted mare she did not know...they were all fighting, slashing, clawing. A colossal creature... It was not exactly the reception she was expecting. A creature swooped at her, talons extended, glittering in the flash of lightning. She braced herself and the creature's wing tore on her sharp horn. It screeched and fell to the ground where she made quick work of it, trampling it with her cloven hooves.   a pearl in pigshit, a diamond on the finger of a rotting corpse, creature in whom nothing, but nothing, remains of an elven woman ---