Chapter 1: Year 1281, Summer

Vlur, as you think back on your history and where you're standing, you remember that the entire park is a borderland between the Feywild and the material plane. It's very likely you've run across a particularly infuriating feycreature.

(Yes, this is what you think of even with your roll).

The creature doesn't actually respond to you this time. You hear lilting laughter. As you stand there, you notice the feyknight and a few others have started moving towards your location.

The three beings move towards you and up close you can see that the handle of the sword at the feyknight's hip is well worn, and the armor shows signs of having been well used.

What are you doing in the wood duskskin? he sneers, voice heavily accented. The two behind him aren't wearing any armor. One is in deep green robes, the other in a simple set of pants and a linen shirt, but without any shoes.

The feyknight looks at you askance, right up until Marie-Louise speaks into his head. A dark cloud brushes across his face and his hand drops to his sword.

You will keep yourself from my head, child. Waltzing goblin or game, doesn't matter. You tread near to the Courts and that kind of petulant reaching by a mere mortal as yourself will not be tolerated. Were it not for the business I have here, I would see to it that your head adorned my mantle in the Feywild. he says with a sneer, drawing a snicker from the old man in the green robes.

The feyknight's eyes flicker purple as he draws the curved sword from his belt. A cruel smile crosses his face as black flames lick out across the blade.

Child or not, insulting an ennobled fey is a death sentence, you damned fool! he says as he adopts a fighting stance, the blade held ready to strike.

As the man moves, Uriel sighs and picks Marie-Louise up, tossing her over his shoulder. We should leave. Go talk to professor. Leave the fey alone. he says, as he starts to walk off.

The man in the robes places a hand on the feyknight's shoulder quickly.

The looks on the faces of the fey are nothing short of unbridled fury, however, you manage to make your escape and head to the Adamantine Rail station. A few hours later, you find yourselves standing outside the University, ready to head into the campus to observe the teacher's class.

As you all make your way onto the campus proper, you can tell it's much busier than it was yesterday. The energy is somehow more frantic, with people running every direction. You fight through the crowds of robed students, managing to get directions to Sturnk Hall. A thirty minute walk later, you enter a building somewhat different from the others on campus. Rather than being stately in its grandeur, Sturnk Hall manages to come off as foreboding. Black stone, streaked with gold and red, then polished to a mirror finish dominates the face of the building. The dark doors are banded with rough-hammered iron supports. When you enter the hall, it is substantially cooler inside than out, and the students inside look shiftier than those you've encountered elsewhere.

After a few minutes, you find someone willing to give you directions to Professor Maladrin's class. Checking the magical time pieces hanging from the ceiling in the central atrium, you can see that you have about thirty minutes remaining until fourteen bells.