"Sometime towards the end of summer, the trip from Midgard to Avalon's borders was finally realized. King Odin and Thor were there to lead the charge with Princess Trixie in tow. Sir George was nowhere to be seen, rather to stay at a distnce of his curse - a crazy princess that must be cured of her plague. For some reason she exhibited odd personality quirks which where quite the opposite of what elven nobility where known for; further having an elf outide the realm of Avalon was unheard of except for in times of dire emergency or times of war. Princess Trixie's appearance in question, especially when it became known she was an elf, spelt grave knews should Oberon's folk find out and leave the gates of Avalon. Our story unfolds as thus..."

"Halt."

The voice came from the distance and towards the right. In the clearing between trees stood two elven guards in green armor. They stood with glaives upright, facing the ontourage. Thor was the first to step forward and without a second thought his hammer was thrown like a boomerang to the side.

"I said halt!"

The hammer swings behind him and knocks him out. The second elven guard stands less confident and menacing than he was before. Odin was the first to speak.

"King Odin of the human kingdom Midgard wishes to speak with Oberon, King of the fairfolk."

"This one will not leave his post without prior authorization from the castle guard. Leave now. The punishment for trespassing in the realm of the fairfolk is..."

His statement is not finished; Thor's hammer knocks him out.

"Thor, I wish you would remain calm and less violent. We have elven nobility in our midst."

"His majesty forgets that under elven law trespassers within the domain would be executed. If we were not so lenient this girl would be dead."

The King was outsmarted, and further was without his advisor so said nothing. If it was anyone else, save for maybe Sir George himself, the King might have him locked up.

Thor's hammer hurls into the gate; magic of the gods versus magic of the elves; the contest was over and the gate loses; it opens and bids them in.

As they walk the path, Thor reaches for his belt and pulls aside a horn. He sounds the horn loud; it echoes into the distance and he sounds his voice shortly after.

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"King Odin, company of midgard, travel to Castle Avalon."

He repeats the gesture several times along the path. They were met with no resistance; whether guards and assassins were in the clearing, or at a distance in the trees was not known to them. Perhaps Thor's hammer was menacing enough, or the discovery of the guards at the gate showed that Odin was serious about this matter.

After an hour of travel, they run into a second wall and gate; this time guarded by a lone individual; this time in lighter closing, lightly belted armor and otherwise in leather. He was more stereotypical of an elf; complete with visible pointed ears and bow and arrow. His bow stands at the ready, pointed at Thor.

"Who dares trespass in the realm of fairfolk; what fools challenge the guard?"

"Company of the human realm; King Odin of Migard."

The guard's eyes narrow.

"A test of your strength first human."

The King wasn't sure what was meant by this, but an arrow lets loose from the elf's bown. Thor was there with a shield to stop it as the elf disappears in a flash. Quick footsteps sound as he reappears behind Thor; his dagger does not miss and instead knicks Thor's shoulder as Thor's gauntlet reaches for the elf continually and misses. The elf backs laughing.

"This is the company of Midgard? What a joke! Oberon will have no counsel with you hu..."

His boastful and cocky pride does not anticipate something less serious and bumbling as a one jester's horse. The horse lets out a kick, and as the elf scramples to his feet, the horse sits on him with several whinied laughs.

The King stands at the ready and accusingly.

"Beyond this gate are several maze like hedges; which is the correct path?"

He seemed rather cheerful about it, especially when the elf refused. The horse was promptly fed an oat pie for his reward; the horse's gratification was met with crushing the elf further into the ground.

"The elv-ngh guardship will not ghck to me-gh...alright!"

The horse lets off the elf and Odin motions for his men to bring the elf to his feet.

"The clearest path is the one straight through. Release me, now!"

The guards release the elf and he backs out of sight. His voice rings through the forest.

"Oberon will here of this!"

"Then let him know!"

Thor's hammer swings into the trees, toppling several over before returning to his hand. It missed it's mark, of nothing in particular.

Princess Trixie awakens by this time.

"Whu... where...SIR GEORGE! Please untie me!"

Her sights were set on Sir George whom was otherwise unaware just briefly that the Princess was awake. He quickly disappears behind his horse, whom she was now fixated on.

"Sir George! I promise to be good! Please untie me!"

"Egads! The trixster speaks, I'll be going now! Fly like the wind Flail!"

The former jester mounts his steed and they fly off; Thor's hammer flies out like a boomerang and misses them.

"He's a quick one."

Thor mutters to the King. The King says nothing.

"Sir George!"

The Princess's whines and cries echo into the clearing, through the gate and into the distance.