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As darkness fell over the mortal land of Windborne, Glenmore, Oakfern, Blackwood and Silverthorne, not all was silent above in the dark stormy skies. High above the skies the rumbling continued, dark figures moved around swiftly as if they were dancing. The sound of thunder and the flashes of lightning was enough to make anyone realise not all was as it seemed... Tensions had been building for centuries between the gods, their continued meddling within the mortal world did nothing to help build relations between each other, nor the apparent happenings at the start of the New Age. Blessings and curses were becoming more frequent, more powerful in nature. Gone from once in every generation of fawnlings, now it was almost once every couple of years a god meddled in the life of a mortal. Some of them blagged more than others, of course, some choosing to make all the other gods aware when they chose someone to bless. It was the same for the gods who made it known when they cursed a mortal

Early Summer, Year 779 of the New Age, Glenmore, in Lord Bacchus’ glade, Avalon’s personal den Featuring Princess Avalon & Lord Rilavus (NPC) - Avalon stared in shock at the dark stag that stood before her, taking a half step back as she regarded him. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said urgently, eyes flicking to the leafy entrance to the glade quickly before refocusing on him. “This is… very inappropriate, my lord.” It was late, long past the last light of the sun. Avalon had finally bid her parents goodnight - leaving her mother gently sniffling with emotion - before retiring to her little den. It had been strange to think this would likely be her last night sleeping alone. However, much to her surprise, her solitude had not been long-lasting. “I know,” the stag said, looking slightly embarrassed - though a stubborn hint of defiance lingered in the set of his jaw. “I just… I wanted to… see you. Meet you, I suppose. Before… before everything, before the wedding.” They had, in fact,