There are four ways by which a Kithain (Fae) can obtain the magic of creativity --Glamour-- that is her lifeblood:

• Reverie, where the Fae inspires and aids a mortal Dreamer to a great creative act, and then absorbs the Glamour that spills over; beneficial to both Dreamer and Fae, it is considered a noble means of obtaining Glamour;

• Rapture, where the Fae labors to create a great work of art himself, and achieves Glamour by his own means and from his own efforts; considered the most noble but the most difficult;

• Ravaging, where a Fae steals the creativity of a mortal; easier than either Reverie or Rapture, but destroys some of the mortal's ability to create, and thus is heavily frowned upon if not outright banned;

• Rhapsody, where a Fae rapes a mortal of all of their creative ability, totally destroying the Dreamer's spirit, to the point of driving the mortal to insanity --or even death. Even it's very existence is the darkest of secrets, and little mercy is given to a Fae who is caught committing this darkest of crimes...

Turnberry's face turns dark. ["..for I am one of the few to see it, first hand, and know of Leanhuan --since it was one who took my voice."]

["I had come home late one evening to my dorm, as I entered my hallway I heard the sounds of struggle from my next door neighbor. I knew he was a satyr ; he was a cultured, graceful, artistic soul, the very model of the cultured Fae. We were good friends, and so when I  heard struggle I immediately rushed in to his room to help him."]

["Except that I found him straddling a woman obviously in great distress, his pants down, her dress over her chest. They both looked at me, frozen, with eyes wide open in shock that they would be disturbed. There was an aura of glamour around them, like nothing I'd ever seen; something both hot as fire and cold as ice, oily and intoxicating --and evil. I can't describe what that felt like; like someone was walking on your grave."]

["I froze for a second, unsure what to do. He made it much easier --when she tried to get up, he punched her lights out, in fact, he broke her nose, knocking her  out cold. Seeing that, I made my decision -- I jumped on the satyr , though he be twice my size. We fell to the floor. He drew a chimerical blade, as did I, and at once a duel desparate and frenzied began."]

["I am still stunned that we were not disturbed for so long; perhaps it is because the actions were sped by Quicksilver, and so the entire exchange happened in an instant; perhaps he had woven wards across his room so that no sound would escape to mortal ears, forgetting that canine hearing is far more sensitive. We traded verbal barbs as well as physical blows; I could not possibly understand how my friend could have done what he did -- raped a woman of glamour and in the very real physical sense, and let him know that in very certain terms; he told me of the curse of Leanhaun , like it would explain everything."]

["He explained that he was giving her pleasure-- pleasure beyond anything that she could possibly encounter otherwise. He told of the curse of the Lady Leanhaun , of their doom and their salvation through Rhapsody; he pleaded to our commonality as Fae against a Dreaming that had abandoned their own and the injustice of a world that would condemn him to a fate like his, of the need to preserve the magic of the Kithain against a world of Banality; that the consumption of a Dreamer was morally equivalent to killing a cow for meat. He told me of the other respected Sidhe in our Kingdom who were also Leanhaun , asking if they too deserved the curse or death. He tried to convince me, even as he tried to  kill me, almost as if he were trying to justify to himself killing me. He was Mad-- beyond Mad-- driven wild by the  Dark Glamour he had been in the process of harvesting, fear of discovery, regret in having to kill me --genuine regret, as we had been close friends. "]

["Me? I was simply too stunned to really give much thought to it, not to mention fighting for my very life. He was far stronger, but my father had taught me the greater skill; I had knocked the blade from his hands, and in desparation he charged me. He had his hands around my throat, crushing it,  just as I drove two feet of chimerical  steel into his heart; I was convinced we were going to die together. Black oblivion took me."]

["I can only presume that, after his Fae mien had been slain, the cantrips preventing detection collapsed, and the sound of our hitting the floor together brought rescue. I was fortunate too that he had taken the liberty of setting up a cam-corder to record his conquest of the young girl, which also later caught the fighting between us, clearing me of any possible complicity in the crime. His damage was only chimerical --his fae seeming now lost to the mists; my damage was physical, and I surived only by an emergency tracheotomy and very, very close proximity to a local emergency room. I am told that even that was close."]

["After I was released from the hospital, I wondered if I had gone mad. Was the tale the Satyr told true?  Did there exist a terrible form of glamour retrieval as destructive as Rhapsody, and an entire house cursed to it's use?  I believed it not; I told noone even as I returned home. I told noone until they tried to kill me my very first night at home."]

["Rare among the Kithain, both of my mortal parents were Fae themselves --my father a troll, my mother a Pooka, both powerful spellcasters. They had become famous during the Accordance War for helping heal the wounded of both sides, noble and commoner alike --but had earned enemies for the same. To protect themselves --and me-- they had woven subtle wards around our home, and it was these the clumsy Slaugh had tripped. To make matters worse for the would-be assassins, Master Auerlian, the powerful spell-caster and Christina's mentor, was staying with us as well that night. "]

["When the silent alarms went off, we hid ourselves with enchantments and made illlusions to sit for us in our beds. Powerful indeed were the Master's Arts, that the assassins were throughly fooled into thinking they were stabbing cold iron daggers into my form. Then we blew them to Hell."]

["All but one, anyway. One we captured, hauled to the Dutchess's hall, where he was thrown into prison, a prison of Iron that even a Slaugh could not escape. And a funny thing happened then; accelerated by the Banality of the cage, the prisoner aged rapidly --the grump, within two days, had become a wizened old Fae."]

[" Leanhaun ! The Slaugh that had sought to kill me had the Leanhaun 's curse! I blurted this out when I saw him, and while most looked at me quizically, the Master stared at me with determination. He took me aside and grilled me for what I knew; he entered my mind to see for himself what a Rhapsody looked like. For that was what the assassins had tried to kill me for; when they came to realize that I might have seen Rhapsody and might know their secret, their desperation causing them to come without knowing what they faced."]

["If they had come while I was still in the hospital...if they had taken the time to scout for the wards around our home...if the Master was not with us that night...most likely, I would be dead --the Final Death. As it was, the Master swore to me to keep what had passed between us a secret, and swore an oath to me that he would protect me to the best that his Arts could provide."]

["Years later, when I joined the Order, one of the bits of training we recieved was how to recognize the signs of Rhapsody, so that we could intervene as necessary. Rhapsody would surely bring down the wrath of the Mortal world, should it become common knowledge, and so we were trained to see it and stop it. The instructor obliquely mentioned that knowledge of this had come from an incident in our (Chicago) area just a few years before, never knowing that the subject of that incident was me."]

["So to this day, it is not common knowledge that Leanhaun walk among us; the secret of Rhapsody is not well known. But I know of it, because I have seen it first hand, and I carry the mark of their House upon my neck."]

["I am a healer, a defender of the innocent. If a Leanhaun were to arrive at death's door at my feet, I would heal him with all the skill I could muster; if a Leanhaun childling newly Chrysalizing were to come under attack by Kindred or Mage or Dauntain predators, I would rush to her defense with every effort I could give. But I have no sympathy for their plight, and hold no mercy for any that I may see raping a mortal for their Glamour."]

> Julia, Lasombra
 
-Turnberry, Pooka