Editing Harbringer's Studies (section)

==Observations on the Effects of Magic and Fey Interference==

My journey exploring the Frozen Marsh has been…interesting. What was originally a study on the effects 
of magical resistance in humans instead turned into an odd tale with a mixed end. On the plus side, I 
have gathered enough data to formulate theory on magic resistance and humans. On the negative side I 
am now burdened with two odd fey creatures determined to experience life as my waifus. 
Oh yes, and apparently I’ve had immortality crammed into my mortal frame. Not sure how to feel about 
that.

Originally the experiment was to take place in the plains as it would allow me to observe the maximum 
number of people, how they were affected by magic, based on several theories of magic. The chief 
theory I believe in is the Old World Warhammer theory that magic energy used to fuel spells comes from 
another dimension, and since energy cannot be created or destroyed, but a vacuum must be maintained, 
therefore those humans who are resistant are merely the universe’s magic immune system, absorbing this 
foreign energy and dispelling it back to its origin. 

Originally, I was supposed to bribe a bunch of people, ranging from the dregs of society to the upper 
classmen, everyone has a price, and lure them to the plains for a meeting for a ‘social experiment’. 
Payment would not be given and no survivors were expected. 
Experiments would begin with each person, after being proven they were resistant, be hooked up to 
several mechanisms that would collect every conceivable piece of data from the person’s activity. 
Operations moved to the plain to reduce the number of prying eyes, and reduce costs of making peace 
enforcers ‘forget’. 

That was the original plan. The Fey do not like plans.

I realize that there were several errors in the experiment. I should not have placed the base so close 
to the Frozen Marshes. I should not have used devices that produce so much energy run off that the fey 
would be attracted. I should not have accepted their offer to provide me with the information I 
needed. 
Most importantly, I should not have bought my assistant. An odd fellow who seemed to support my views 
on advancing meta-science. He was always a bit odd. Even by my standards.

I am off track. The readings themselves attracted an odd, but obviously powerful creature. It 
identified itself as a traveler and scholar, always curious about the habits of mortals. Attracted to 
my experiments, it could not help but ask what I was hoping to accomplish. In my ignorance, I gave it 
the full detail of my plans, hoping that it if satisfied, it would relegate itself to a passive 
observer. The thing’s smile widened. Now that I think of it, I am not sure that thing that was smiling 
was the creature’s mouth. It asked me if it could help out. I refused, determined to keep the 
experiment as sterile as possible. 

That was my mistake.

I did not realize I was refusing a request from the Son of the Winter Unseel (awful name in my 
personal opinion). If I do not want their help, I should have made a counter offer. Unfortunately I 
didn’t, and as such, the thing revealed itself to me as the powerful Fey that it was, offended at my 
refusal. What followed next, I’m not sure. Some blinding flash, screaming, hundreds of fey flitting 
about my vision, blood and limbs flying all over the place. Though, the man I was working on, some 
toady that was hoping to fund a coup against one of the jarls, was reduced to a gibbering wreck. I 
think he is still alive, chained in my lab to prevent him from trying to eat his own face. 
When the dust settled, I was no longer, in the plains. For a while, I wasn’t even sure I was in any 
sort of materiel realm, as the place I was currently located did not seem to follow any established 
rule of science, and they were subject to change at a moment’s notice. One second, it is raining. 
Next, the rain flows upward. Next the rain stops in midair and gathers into an orb and explodes. At 
least I think it was rain. For all I know, that was Fey urine.

Eventually I was able to coax one of the myriad creatures towards me. It was a small pixie like 
creature, smaller than my hand. I asked of my location, and it told me I was in the Court of the 
Winter Unseel. Asking where my assistant was, it pointed in some general direction. I thanked the tiny 
creature. Then I grabbed it, broke its neck, and placed it carefully in one of my pouches. I was not 
about to pass up this opportunity to study such magical creatures now. 

This did not sit well with some of the other local fey. A shame, but I resolved to keep them as intact 
as possible. Knowing I would be in no position to carry back all their carcasses, much less keep them 
preserved for the long journey back, I was forced to carry out my operation their on the spot. The Fey 
are indeed an odd lot. They all seem to be related in some way to each other, despite being so 
physically different. Many of the creatures had the same organism the same places; they were all 
suspended in a viscous fluid that was not like blood. It was thicker, and seemed to have…static in it? 
I am not sure, but simply by touching the fluids as they gushed out, I felt something akin to an 
electric jolt pass through me.

Attached is a close representation of what the pixie I collected looked like. Except mine was dead.

My procedures were swift, experience in dealing with groups of panicking, struggling elves and 
dissecting them all before they expire giving me the speed I needed to complete my task. By the end, I 
can safely say that the Fey, while fundamentally different, may all simply be categorized in the same 
Kingdom, much like Protista, as they do not fit anywhere else. Not to mention there were so many half 
breeds and quarter breeds, that their genetic malleability is at a level beyond any other organism. 
Granted the Knights and their half breed children provide exception to that rule, but then we 
ourselves were outsiders. Perhaps we do not follow the same rules. Again, I am conjecturing and 
getting off course.

I had escaped the wrath of the angered Fey only to stumble upon…I’m not sure how to accurately 
describe it. The Son of the Unseel was there, in front of what I can only describe as a magic 
centrifuge. All the people I had collected were in there, or what was left of them, and were reduced 
to a slurry. The Son of the Unseel noticed me and bade me welcome. He was oddly happy to see me 
despite my previous handling of his subjects. Apparently he is also psychic, waving his hand and 
dismissing them as ‘not quite dead’, and that he would amend the situation. He introduced me instead 
to the ones manning the very bizarre device, two fey: both had feline features, much like the Felim, 
but they were undeniably Fey, their body structure too thin and elfin to be even a Felim-Elf mix (as 
if an Elf would stoop himself to such a level). One had bare skin, milk white with the name Aixys, and 
another skin jet black called Ayxis. The two were very familiar with me. It would be later that I 
would learn that the gap in my memory was a time I had spent…very out of character, frolicking, 
dancing with the Unseel Fey, and getting very intimate with Aixys and Ayxis.
I was explained that the device I was looking at was doing what would have taken me months to complete 
a mere few days. During that time, I had made myself acquainted with the two Cat-Fey. They were born 
alongside each other, Aixys practically radiating magic, and Ayxis absorbing it. No wonder during my 
magic induced drug trip I had become so close. They were living, breathing creatures supporting my 
theory. But then again they are Fey, and I cannot apply the rule of Fey to mortals. My assistant had 
disappeared at some point, though the Son said he was in the company of the King of the Unseel. Not 
wishing to waste more time, and to avoid those ‘come hither’ looks I was getting from the Fey twins, I 
left for what the Son said to be the King’s throne.

My assistant was gone, for lack of better word. He broke the next rule of dealing with the Unseel. 
Accepting their offer. The King had promised him knowledge of everything in exchange that he becomes 
King of the Unseel. Sounds like a very enticing offer yes. But what my assistant apparently forgot is 
that being King of the Unseel is a tedious, boring, and painful job, and that the Fey will gleefully 
pass that task on to someone else if it means they can go off and do the stuff Unseel Fey do. On top 
of that, try doing what the King of a whole group of Fey do while still mortal. The end result is 
unsettling. So the King laughs as he jumps off his throne of roots and thorns, the very branches 
coming to life and grasping the poor soul. I couldn’t allow that. He is my assistant after all. I have 
to fire him before letting something kill him. So I jumped in and with a deft sweep, cut the vines 
off. The King was not amused.

The effect was almost instantaneous. The power of the Unseel Fey, unleashed, sought to work the near 
endless fount of energy into something. I was the closest thing to work it on. It entered me and I 
felt the thing tearing me apart. I refused to let it happen and fought back. Perhaps I am lucky, or a 
chosen on; or perhaps this is quantum physics in action. Whatever the reason, the energy stopped 
resisting me, and it began to form itself into something ordered. Something I could contain. In that 
moment I had absorbed the power of the most powerful Fey in this plane of existence. Despite all logic 
and reason explaining how it should not be possible, me, a mere mortal has become the King of the 
Unseel. 

The Fey reacted almost instantly. A gathering had occurred and countless creatures, Unseel and Seel 
alike had amassed themselves around me, gaped with a mixture of expressions. Shock, awe, outrage, 
confusion, dumbstruck, some had no face so I could not tell…but there were two neutral faces, they 
were the Son of the last Unseel King, and the Queen of the Seel Fey.

“Mortal Harbinger.”, began the Queen. “With the death of-“ god(s) I cannot pronounce that long, damn 
name so I won’t bother. “-the power of the Unseel has waned. But without the Unseel, the Seel cannot 
Be. Mortal Harbinger, as the one who now possesses the power of the Unseel, you must now take your 
rightful place and rule with me –“ dear GODS that name is even harder to spell. “and return us to a 
state of Be.” 

The Son spoke up next, his expression totally passive. “Well, you are now my father. And as such, it 
is now expected of you to take his mantle. To be the Unseel. Will you abandon your past, for this 
glorious immortality?” The Fey love their protocol. They expect me to accept, and take my place, and 
go through more pomp and circumstance. My reply was swift.

“No.”

That seemed to put them off. The Queen hiccupped and giggled lightly. “I’m sorry lord –“ That damnable 
name “did you just say-“

“My name is Harbinger. My real name is of no concern. I will not be some King to some realm of 
impossible existence, and I sure as hell will not participate in magic political flamewars. You want 
some guy to be the next Trollface guy, find someone else, I’m leaving.”

“But you can’t! It is your duty! The Balance is gone. We can never Be!” the Son yelled.

“I don’t care; it doesn’t interfere with my work.” And I turned to leave. One of the benefits of being 
King of the Unseel realm is that I can turn in any direction and it will be the exit. I stopped and 
turned back to my assistant. “Oh and Carlile?”

“Y-yes lord Harbinger? Lord? King? Sir?” the man cringed. 

“You’re fired.”

With that I made my way back to the plains. Judging by my watch, my time in the Fey Realm had taken 
all of two days in the material plane. As I set to make the long trek back to Castle Waifu, I heard 
two voices behind me. It was the Cat-Fey. They prostrated themselves before me, begging me to take 
them along. I asked why, and they explain that during my time in their arms as a mortal, I would 
regale them with tales of castle waifu, and the knights doting upon their harems. Such a life was 
something they wanted to experience, and who better to give it to them, than the one who informed them 
of such an interesting life in the first place. I initially refused, but they offered me all the data 
that I had originally intended to collect from this expedition as a bargaining chip. Reluctantly, I 
accepted.

With that I made my way back to the plains. Judging by my watch, my time in the Fey Realm had taken 
all of two days in the material plane. As I set to make the long trek back to Castle Waifu, I heard 
two voices behind me. It was the Cat-Fey. They prostrated themselves before me, begging me to take 
them along. I asked why, and they explain that during my time in their arms as a mortal, I would 
regale them with tales of castle waifu, and the knights doting upon their harems. Such a life was 
something they wanted to experience, and who better to give it to them, than the one who informed them 
of such an interesting life in the first place. I initially refused, but they offered me all the data 
that I had originally intended to collect from this expedition as a bargaining chip. Reluctantly, I 
accepted. 

So now I am a Fey-King-immortal-human…thing. I returned to the castle to being making sense of all the 
collected data. I got more than the usual odd looks from the people of the castle. Sir Fearghaile, Sir 
Artorias, Sir Dustyn, even Sir Gearheart who normally would just give me a polite nod simple stared at 
me. Nothing outward was different about me, but I gave off an aura of ‘wrongness’ that put many of my 
peers off. Even those that respect me kept some distance from me.

The Cat Fey on the other hand were nothing of the sort. As I had retired to my lab, Ayxis and Aixys 
were ecstatic, running about the entire castle, introducing themselves to every individual they saw 
and proudly proclaiming they were my waifus. I received many complaints that day, mostly from knights 
who were in the middle of some ‘intimate relations’ with their waifus only to interrupted by two 
monochromatic cats declaring themselves to everyone. It will pass. Helbrey is worried about me, 
sensing something is off. I alleviate her worry. The twins are still too young to understand, and they 
still smile and gibber at me in their baby language. It was…nice to see them.
Now that I am immortal what will I do? I do not know. Perhaps I will stay with TeeGee for a while 
longer, it is my home after all, and the home of my friends. But after they are gone, what then? I do 
not know. I cannot say I know the new recruits very well. Given my new magic power, I doubt I can 
teach what I know to anyone. I’m as liable to cast a fireball as I am to level half the castle. That 
is something for me to brood on.


End of Experiment. 
'''Conclusion''': It’s magic, I can’t explain this shit. 

…oh my, I think the Fey’s humor is rubbing off on me.