Tree Hollow

This tree is the faeries and pixies sacred tree

The great King Oberon was eying a new sprite from the place of no where this is where he was , she zipped with ease with her natural wings and it made him happy to a degree but more people under him would make him happy. he gave his wings a quick flap filling the air with a sweet scent, and he sit from his glass, "What Brings you here to my humble kingdom?" his voice larger than he and well versed like a king would be.

He tilts his head back and gives his wings a flutter, I am Oberon Consort to Queen umm lets not speak of the Queen." He sips from his glass of the honey sweet alcohol, and what is your name young sprite?" he asked realizing that his glass was not full but very much empty.

*a kaww comes from the sky as a large black raven lands swiftly beside the two and eyes oberon hungerily*

He gives his wings a flutter once more giving the air a smell of Jasmine ," Annabella was it Would you like a drink, It is the sweetest of Mead." he smiled No fairy could resist the taste of the amber drink that makes the world go all fuzzy bright in fact he was ready for a glass of wine a sharp vino or a dry Sherry.

*Shifts to human form and laughs sitting on the ground leaning against the tree*
aaaahhh yes mead, the ametures pick up line

he took her hand and lead her to the place where they could get their drink the room had a smell of honey and a fountain that poured a thick golden syrup that never stopped flowing. he dipped his glass in to the bath of the fountain and gave her the goblet to drink from, "For you" and soon the fountain started to run red with the wine he wanted and he dipped a second glass and Filled his cup I mean filled, he then started to drink from his glass until it was at normal height for a wine glass, "a toast?" he said with a slight swagger in hi stance

he turns into a fairy and flys into the house landing lightly and grabing a goblet forhim self then dipping it in and sipping lightly from the rich wine*
just that the ametures pick up line is mead or alchohol...get her drunk then try and hook up with her
*he laughs and changes his wings to black featherd wings with sliver tips*
its rather weak but commonly used

"I don't know he said eying the young man who was much taller that he why is everyone so tall," A toast to more Guests Would suffice." he looked to the young man, "Hello to you Would you Join us for a drink or more, he looks around any more we could have a party." he raised yet another magical glass already full and gave his wings a flutter filling the already sweet air with a citric ting. he was being insulted by his guest but ever the grateful host he still offered his hospitallity to him and his acrobatic display. It seems you have the right idea Drink to your heart content young man."and he placed his finger over his lips to signify hey stop being a cock block and drink my drink.

dont worry hes drunk he probably dosnt mean to
*downs the rest of his glass then cracks his neck and steps to the door*
thanks for the refreshments your majesty but i got to get goin
*pretends to tip an imaginary hat to annabella and steps outside then flys of*
(srry gtg)

"Oh how sweet was he," The king gave a bow as he the male left. " An interesting lad but at last more drinks!!" he couldn't even taste the any liquor any more but his body knew the score, brain too much, Liver zero.

He drinks down the drink as fast as he could, "I'm now bored. and I can't drink until I don't remember my good company." he takes a seat at the base of his fountain and takes a swig from his glass his cheeks becoming red from the drink, "I have it" he said floating toward her with a small storm of scent behind him, " We can play"

*flys back and lands softly at the door in fairy form*
how about one that involves three people
*smiles and nods to the fountain*
may I....

"Well ones the play with the hearts and mind of the weaker," he gave his wings a flutter, "the love and hate of a man and a woman we can play a game with their hearts." The winner is the one who can make to most lover's quarrel." he give her a vile of his dust that comes from his wings. " that can cause Pain on them but you can make it worst and make it work. he floats around," If you accept my game i will make it worth your while if you win.", he tossed a vial to the young man as well where he was getting them from he didn't know anymore," You can play too.!!"

*smiles at king o*
quiet a lovely young lady isnt she

"You could say so But all of my people are lovely," he looks to the male, "Even you yourself has some trait that remind me of my people . he shout to him "We can still play if you like but A new game your choice."

*smiles and pulls off his head band*
how about one that is a little more phisical...all in good fun of course
*he added that last part with a hint of sarcasam*

"A physical contest?" he ponders for a time. "It has been a great deal of time since I have done a physical contest." and without hesitation he accepted not knowing what he was getting into. "umm what are the rules now?" he asked

there very simple actually
*he begins to make the cloth head band grow longer as a small spear head froms at one end*
fight till one of us is tired or cant fight anymore...but no death oly submission
*he laughs as he spins the cloth in his hand watching the spear head spins in a perfect circle*

well I accepted this contest I can't back out now' he gave his wings a flutter to fill the air with a sweet smell but it was bitter in a way to boost himself up for combat, he pulls for his short saber t his hip and places it in front of his face as his feet leaves the ground, " This should Be fun!" He gave a smile swinging his blade back to his hip with a woosh then he placed his left hand behind his back, and raised the blade once more, "En garde"

*smirks*
oh good someone with form but im a little more spontanious
*wind picks up even though there inside and verything is pushed back but Nick seems un effected then the wind dies down as nick closes his eyes and lunges forword swinging the spear head in a wide arch over Oberons head so the blade would hit his back*