Belladonna

Intro Deep in the wilds of Elswyle, in the darkest reaches told of only in hushed whispers and soft tones, there live the Unseelie. Dark Fae of malevolence and vicious intent roam, eager to snatch the unwary at every turn. For centuries, the Unseelie have been banished to the Darkling Forest, allowed out only for one night to sate their wicked natures. The festival of Sauin, sharing the same night as Halloween. The veil has thinned, and the Unseelie may walk. Tread carefully, darlings, for soon our world will be most frightful. “Sauin is upon us, my dark children! The time our people eagerly await; one night of freedom to walk amongst the mortals. Do as you will: feast, frolick, and… well…” The Morrigan chuckles darkly as her subjects hoot, hiss, and howl with delight. Far back in the crowd of Unseelie, one young fairy remains eerily silent. Her iridescent wings flutter slightly in irritation as her unsettling eyes narrow. Fools. Treating a sacred night as a time for merriment when it should be revered and treated as it was intended: as a hunt. As the revelry begins amongst the dark fae and the veil between worlds thins, she turns and stalks toward the portal, her expression set with malicious intent. Belladonna’s bare feet light upon the soil of our world. Her dark copper eyes shift to and fro, her hands twitching as the dagger at her side. Time for blood.