“The… Fey?” I repeated.
“She’s one of them.” Calypso gave a nod in the inquisitor’s direction, causing her to stiffen. “The Fey used to be the predominant race on this continent, but they were eventually forced to flee because there were too many dungeons.”
“How dare you accuse the Fey of this!” The Inquisitor cried out. “We’re part of the Ost Republic, just like anyone. Our tribe has lived peacefully in the southeast for decades.”
“I’m not talking about the fe who remained behind, sweetheart.” Calypso’s words were sweet to the point of being mocking. “I’m talking about the Fae from across the sea.”
“Wh-what?” The inquisitor took a step back. “The fey who fled all drowned at sea! Everyone knows this.”
“They found another continent,” I spoke up, drawing every eye to . “The Fey built an entire civilization thereafter they fled. Humans are treated as slaves. They call their land the Faerie Plains, and they speak of returning to their holand… Faerith.”
“Here?” It was the politician, who had remained silent as we spoke but couldn’t help but gasp at such a revelation.
“I supposed I shouldn’t be too surprised you’re aware of such lore, you did suck dry the Bandit’s Respite.” Calypso chuckled.
The Bandit’s Respite was the dungeon Calypso had conquered. The original dungeon had been created for another purpose, but it got retconned by Calypso when she took over the dungeon orb and beca the dungeon’s new master. The original story, as I ca to understand it, likely had sothing to do with the Fey and the battle between Fey and humans. That lore was extrely old though, even compared to Twilight Dungeon, so very little of the original lore remained.
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It was the Deedee half who had those experiences, which Calypso had assud was where I learned about the Fey. My other half had accidentally gone to the Faerie Plains and seen the Fey directly, and it was the only reason I had managed to put it all together. I wasn’t going to correct her assumption. She didn’t need to know how much I knew about the Fae.
That said, I had no particular hate for the Fey. When I was in the Faerie Plains, the thing went awry for a while, but my impression of the Fey was no worse than any dungeon bosses. They were a threat, but only because the lore was ssed up. How could I hate them? Eliana was half-fey. I had heard about pockets of fey that survived on this continent when the majority fled on their exodus across the impassible ocean. The Inquisitor was one of them, but the maid who had ended up having a fling with the King was another. Eliana’s hair was abnormally golden, a rich yellow color, which must have co from her mother. Then again, I rembered hearing that yellow was supposed to be the color of nobles. I wasn’t sure how that fits in, but Eliana was already a noble, so it probably didn’t matter either way.
“Alright, you’re saying that the attacks on the pirates and the strange fog on the island are connected to the Fey? How?” I decided to keep the conversation on course.
“Why do you think the Fey would suddenly show up?” Calypso seed to be enjoying this.
“I don’t know, why?” I asked, but just as I did, the realization struck . “No…”
“The Fey want their land back… and the invasion is just beginning,” Calypso smirked.
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