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One morning, three days after his peculiar encounter with a peculiar but kindly older man, Crocker might awaken to find a parchment envelope slipped under his door, written on it in a neat if spidery hand:

Greetings, Master Crocker,

I promised I would show you something marvelous: if you go up to the third floor corridor, you will find a large red wardrobe standing against one wall. Open the doors and step through, and you will find the answer to your request.

S.


If Denzel follows the instructions, he'll find himself looking at a tall, ornate cabinet...

Date: 2012-07-30 06:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pointdexter62.livejournal.com
Denzel was rather surpised at the letter, "That's something you don't see everyday... Master Crocker?! I like that. Yes."

After getting himself dressed, and then a cup of coffee. Crocker makes his way to the third floor corridor, "Hello?... Hello?"

Denzel stops to examinations the symbols before creaking the door open and stepping inside...

Date: 2012-07-30 10:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackjewelmale.livejournal.com
When he steps inside, he'll find a row of fur coats right in front of him, but if he takes a sniff, he'll smell fresh pine and fir needles. Not the dry kind one might find in a sachet, but right-on-the-trees needles...

(Yes, Saetan has been reading the Narnia books, and found them amusing...)

Date: 2012-08-20 07:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pointdexter62.livejournal.com
"Coats?!" How strange, at least for this place. Too normal.

That was until Denzel smells the - "PINE!?" Which draws him further in... Before stepping outside?

"Given this place this was more of what I was expecting." Standing just outside the coats, shivering. He goes to put one on.

Date: 2012-08-21 06:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackjewelmale.livejournal.com
He'll need the coat, as he'll step into what looks like a mixed forest of pines, spruces and oak trees, in mid-October, the oaks turning to russet, the pines and spruces already shedding some of their old needles, which carpet what was the floor and what's now the ground, springy yet cool underfoot. There's a trail in between the dense trees, leading up a hill...

Date: 2012-08-29 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pointdexter62.livejournal.com
Denzel twists around, wasn't it just spring. Magic would explain this completely, "Of course!" One of his eyes twitching and gnaws around the neck for a bit, until he manages to snap back to a slightly saner level and then continues to follow the trail. However, as walks on the trail, eyes around the sides. What was going on here? His mind tinkering like the inside of a clock.

Date: 2012-08-29 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackjewelmale.livejournal.com
He might notice something about the frost on the trees: It doesn't melt, even in the brightest sunlight, and the air is unusually clear and clean.

If he continues walking, the forest opens up into a clearing: he'll find a herd of unicorns there, grazing on the grass and on the last of the berries on the bushes in the undergrowth of the trees on the fringes of the forest.

Date: 2012-08-29 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pointdexter62.livejournal.com
Pressing on his glasses further, Denzel ponders at the frost on the trees. Clearly, it must be magical frost, in order to not melt in this condition.
Though depending on whether or not the old myth about only a vigin can see unicorns was true, Denzel may turn around and only hear munching.

Date: 2012-08-30 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackjewelmale.livejournal.com
These being unicorns of Kaeleer, where Dark is Not Evil folk have a healthy amount of good sex, they aren't so discriminating, and he'll see several of them, grazing contentedly, not seeming to mind his presence.

And if he looks closely, he may note that each unicorn wears a pendant bearing a large Red Jewel about their neck...

sorry!

Date: 2012-12-13 09:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pointdexter62.livejournal.com
Denzel becomes wide eyed, "Unicorns?!" Not that he doubted their existance he was just wondering how he was seeing them, "Strange.." Before scratching his long fingers on the side of his head, he approaches one. This wardrobe was obvoiusly magically because it was bigger on the inside then the outside but where was he suppose to go?

Quite all right!

Date: 2012-12-15 07:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackjewelmale.livejournal.com
One of the unicorns looks up, snorting gently, glancing up the slope that rises through the woods, then looks back to Denzel, slowly approaching, head lifted, not charging, just coming closer.

Re: Quite all right!

Date: 2012-12-15 08:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pointdexter62.livejournal.com
Denzel stares at the unicorn and then where the unicorn is looking and then back at the unicorn, "That way?"

Re: Quite all right!

Date: 2012-12-19 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackjewelmale.livejournal.com
The unicorn will turn sidewise before Denzel and kneel, glancing over its shoulder toward its back and then looking back to the human, as if offering him a lift.

Really. It's a very accommodating unicorn.

Date: 2012-12-20 10:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pointdexter62.livejournal.com
Crocker pauses a moment or two as if he's debating to trust the unicorn. Though at first he's surpised,

"I can try."

Denzel swings his lanky body onto the unicorns back. The unicorn was lucky that Crocker's obession was in fairies and not unicorns.

"Since you appear to know the way, lead the way?"

Date: 2012-12-22 06:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackjewelmale.livejournal.com
The unicorn sets off up the hill, at a gentle, easy walk, almost an amble. The woods around them grow lighter, the trees thinning out as they approach the crest of the hill.

At the top, the unicorn pauses, looking out over a valley laid out below, a lush, green place with trees and banks of wildflowers, glowing in the sunlight, a river winding away from them. In the distance, a castle can be seen on another hill, its spires rising toward the flawless blue sky overhead.

Date: 2013-01-27 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pointdexter62.livejournal.com
Riding the unicorn proved to be rather painful, all things considerd that Denzel hadn't ever ridden a horse much less a unicorn, "I suppose that's where we're headed?"

As he clings to the mane, gazing up at the castle and then back to the unicorn. He was wondering what this place, seemed so familar. Like he's read it somewhere...

Date: 2013-01-28 05:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackjewelmale.livejournal.com
The unicorn will nod its head. "If you like," the critter replies, in Saetan's friendly dark voice.

Date: 2013-02-19 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pointdexter62.livejournal.com
Denzel flips out and falls out and falls off the unicorn, "OW! Since when do unicorns speak? ... And in a familair voice." Staring into your eye.

Date: 2013-02-19 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackjewelmale.livejournal.com
The form of the unicorn may flicker, and then Saetan is just suddenly *there*, kneeling before Denzel, smiling at him as if this is the biggest and yet most affectionate prank ever. "It was I, all this time," he says. "But we can walk the rest of the way, if you prefer."

Date: 2013-04-03 08:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pointdexter62.livejournal.com
Denzel jumps a bit, one would think after all of this time in his world he'd be use to this by now but no, he's still high strong, "WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?! Trying to make me think I'm crazy, which I am but that's besides the point..." There's a pause, "It is impressive you're able to do that. I'd rather walk, don't really know how to ride a unicorn... Where are we anyways?"

Date: 2013-04-04 04:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackjewelmale.livejournal.com
"It's no more difficult than riding a horse, though my daughter could tell you more, since she had several friends who were unicorns," he says, gazing across the valley. "This place is meant to look like a place I'd read about in a series of books by a gentleman named C. S. Lewis. But as to *where* we are, I bent a pocket of space and substance, using a spell which we call a web."

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