#dreaming

Olgar walks the silver paths, musing over dinner last night. He's pretty sure he stepped wrong somewhere, but he's not sure how. Of course, as the father, whatever he does is wrong. A sigh Miss the days I was her hero. Did he come on too strong? how. He told her to invite the guy for crying out loud. or at least that she could. Still, he's missing something and....

Olgar turns, his notched axe coming loose as he feels something on the path, something that shouldn't be there.

"Silver, such an ugly color," A deep rumbling voice , "Reminds me of the glow from the Tuathas' eyes. Normally it burns, but when invited..." The figure comes into view

Olgar grunts. Is he surprised, yes. These things can't normally walk the silver without powerful magics, or..an invitation. "You weren't invited by me, and you wouldn't live long in the Autumn World. Leave the silver, head into the depths, and I won't take your damned head as the Escheat, to my knowledge, allows." The chaos around the Firbholg lord bends the near dreaming, instead of green trees there are tree sized barbed bronze spikes with skull designs. Instead of gentle streams crystal clear, rivlets of blood.

"And I thought the shining ones were arrogant." The creature speaks in that rumble even as the echo of it's deep voice is shrill, making it sound like the adhene is his own chorus "You must be the Rover... Olgar."

Option one Olgar thinks, Either word of my deeds really has gotten around. Option 2, someone , same person who let him on the silver, told him about me. And maybe the others "I must be, not many others volunteering for the position" He says "If you think I'm the only Rover in the area though, you're mistaken. Hell, even sidhe chip in now and then. I don't think I need back up to kick your ass, but if I need it, it's waiting."

The creature tilts his head back and laughs, then draws his own weapon, "You have numbers waiting to be called. Do you know what is better?" Out of the rivlets rise monsters, dozens and dozens of monsters and the unseelie troll realizes as they step onto the silver too that he's surrounded, and a whole lot of creatures got invited. "I have numbers now"

"Well, shit" Olgar looks around, "I think I'm kind of flattered now. " While he talks, he runs his finger along the edge of his axe, letting just a bit of blood come out, "Mind telling me who will be mobbing me today? You got a name? Or should I call you Lord Chickenshit the first?"

"Lord is good, Lord Uvrix'thi" the Dark Kin sneers as he approaches, "I am told by a friendly whisper that you trolls are a threat, and that he and I have a common enemy. How curious. He tells me there are treasures meant to slay those loyal to Fomorian Court, and he tells me... your Chieftain's lodge has it." Uvix'thi tilts his head, his face as ugly as the ogre he gazes upon "And he asks so little for the knowledge, I was amused." The Barbed spikes turn black instead of bronze "All I have to do is remove the defenders of a Day Maiden. Well, loyal hand that I am to the rightful masters of nightmare and dreams alike. It seemed like a win win to me." The Fir Bholg directs to his troops, "Capture or kill, but I never yet knew a troll that went easily. So killing is probably best. We'll send the head to lure the others. Don't try to run, Rover. You are surrounded, and I have the power to bend the Dreaming."

Olgar smirks "LIke you're the only one..." He flicks the blood drops into the air and calls out "By Schwartzenhager's mighty brow, by Stallone's macho sneer! By McClaine who dies the hardest! Send warning to lodge that's near! Share with them all I've heard, every word that hit my ear" A flock of blood red buzzards burst out, not one but thirteen! And they streak each seeking to get past the enemies aplenty. Some are torn down, shot out of the air, or burned by eldritch spell.... but not enough and two make it thorugh, as Olgar finishes his cantrip "And tell my girls I love em."

"KILL HIM!" FURY from the Firbholg Lord who did not expect to have his power over chimera here in the dreaming over ridden, even if only for a moment "I will drink from his skull!"

And they swarm the Rover who vanishes in a crowd of monsters even uglier than himself, Olgar grunts "Yippie Ki Ya, mother f..." and the sounds of battle drown out any other words.

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