Happenstance, today, was not in your corner....
It is not a stretch to say that Fae Britain is on the brink of collapse: Mors running rampant, few are the kingdoms with strong enough defences to resist the assault, to see the next cloud covered daybreak. One of those being Glaucester, Muryan's domain, her influence reaching far and wide...
Forests? No, we don't have those anymore... The Mors, rising from every corner of the island, have taken full mindless control. The realm of the Fang Clan overrun, their only hope is Muryan's graceful, elegant mercy. The doors of Glaucester are open wide, a false promise of salvation hiding the belly of the beast.
No questions are asked twice, not by the desperate fae of the Fang Clan, running inside Glaucester, and more specifically the lord's palace in a hurry, monsters hot on their tails. Little care is given for the civilians, pushed to the side in a stampede. Fate has it, however, that you... Fall inside the rush, a weak human body that can't help but being dragged together towards the Fae's maw.
"Ahah! We're safe! What a shortsighted fool Muryan is!"
The beastmen loudly cheer as they enter the palace, their bravado already back in full for-
"(Sigh) I truly can't believe it. Twelve-hundred years later, and not one of you has changed at all. I suppose it's your brains shrinking down to you new size."
Everyone's gaze is led upwards towards the source of this booming voice... Laying on her stomach, her head help up by one hand, a Muryan forty times her original size is found.
"Welcome to my game board, members of the Fang Clan, where I am lord, and you... Are ants~"
Squish!
Squish!
Squish!
Fae running about, terror instilled in their hearts, Muryan's plan finally coming together. Her digit annihilating all life in a macabre spectacle of red.
Surrounded by a sea of crimson... Only your misplaced human self remains. That... And Muryan's now deteriorated sanity.