The Attack of the Sixth: Small Made Large
"You're so bloody hard to find is why I didn't come another time," the woman grumbles. "Right, so I'm supposed to say this exactly, please don't interrupt or I might lose my place. Ahem." She pulls a scroll of what looks like paper-thin silver out of her sleeve, unrolls it, and begins to read in what is clearly an intentionally overdramatic voice.
"Greetings and salutations from the Keeper of the House of Seasons to the Liege-Protectors of the Material Plane,
I wish, first, to extend you a warm and salubrious welcome to the grand stage, somewhat belated. You are certainly proving the stake you have claimed, most effectively, upon your world, and I remain confident in your capacity to continue to do so. I wish you the finest of luck in your endeavors to quiet the Primordial beings of your world once more, and most sincrely hope that you are able to continue to keep losses of your people to a minimum. With luck and perhaps a dash of, dare I say it, faith, you will assuredly make your mark on the great game for years to come. I look forward to establishing a healthy and happy relationship with you all, from My House to yours, et cetera and ad nauseum, fiat.
Unfortunately, I cannot say that merely extending greetings is the sole Purpose of this message. It is a sad fact that politeness is often an afterthought rather than a mainstay, and I am sorry to report that this is the case here as well. You see, Count Ranalc is back in black, our very own snake in the grass. Not only that, but he has, by means I prefer not to disclose, stolen a Season from the House of Seasons that I do maintain for its owner. It has come to my attention that his agent has brought it to your world. And so, I am sorry to say, should he go unimpeded, the area of your world that he chooses to focus on will not have the Season of Harvest to follow the heat of the year. Rather, it will experience the Season of Ravening Shadows.
Now, as the name might perchance suggest unto you, this Season would be most inimical to the normal function of your world. Unless he chooses to deploy it in the Land of the Midnight Lord, I suppose, in which case it would likely go largely unnoticed. Anywhere else, though, and My guess is that you will see serious harm done by this Season.
Ordinarily, this would be no business of yours, and would be Mine own situation to address. However, there is a complication. You see, My agents are relatively thin on the metaphorical ground in your world. Ordinarily, in such a matter, I would turn to the agreements of mutual support between Myself and the Most Illustrious Keeper of the First Vault. Perhaps, all things considered, also the Lord of Midnight. However, this is not possible now, naturally.
As ancient law and custom of the fey decree, by preventing these Respected Personages from carrying out the terms of their agreeements, you declare and affirm that you shall be responsible for those oaths yourself, in their absence. Thus, pursuant to the terms of the ancient and avowed treaty between the House of Seasons and the First Vault, I am delivering unto you a notification that the situation exists and a request that you deal with it as you shall see fit, provided only that the Season of Ravening Shadows be returned to its ancient place. My Emissary, who stands before you now, shall provide such limited assistance as she is able, in a gesture of good faith.
It is my hope that, aside from the obvious practical requirements aforementioned that you deal with it for both reasons of immediate self-interest and oath, you shall see the benefit to be had in establishing a postive working relationship between your own new-formed Pantheon and that of the Eldest of the Fey. I hope that your enlightened decision shall find that starting out, as it were, on the proper footing will reap great benefits in the future, when you have need of assistance in some matter of the First World and Her children.
On behalf of the House of Seasons and the Eldest of the First World,
Ng the Hooded"
The Emissary, as she was referred to, rolls the scroll back up and returns it to her sleeve. She then bows in your direction. "As the message said, I am at your disposal, within limits, for the time and only the time required to recover the Season specified in this message, or three days' time, whichever is shorter; provided that my services are directly necessary or most expeditious to recover it; that I am not placed in undue danger by assisting; and that your requests do not contradict my oaths to my Lord. You can call me Rowan, by the way. Do you have any food? I could kill for some fish and chips right now, terms and conditions apply."