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Title: The Re-emergence of the Unseelie Court & The Reclassification of the Fae
Sir William Knox
Department: Queen Mary I Archives
Field/s: British and Celtic Mythology
Academic Subject/s: Fae / Unseelie Court / Tudor Kingdom
Investigator/s: Sir William Knox – DOSA
Photographer: Tiziano Bianchetti – SoNF
Investigation Date: March to June 1911
Location/s: Tizard Residence & Rodborough Common, Stroud, Cotswolds, Gloucestershire
Investigation Subject/s: Rose Tizard (10) & Violet Tizard (12)
Final Report Date: June 27th, 1911

Preface Report

Established Lore: The Fae Kingdom and Fae Courts

  • The Dark Fae Court is ruled by Queen Mab.
    • This court is associated with enchanting Queen Mary I.
    • The court is associated with a sickness similar to scarlet fever.
  • Children do not need to use fae ointment on their eyes to see the fae.
  • Fae folk have personalities similar to that of children and have been documented to be drawn to them in a form of unconcious or concious kinship.
  • The Fae realm is divided into two courts
    • Sellie (Light) court ruled by Queens Titania
    • The Unseelie (Dark) Court ruled by Queens Mab
      • It is believed that Queen Mab’s court, or at least her part of the Fae realm is linked with Helheim and the infernal and daemonic.
        • Helheim, or Hel, Hell, the underworld are similar synonyms although there have been no historical accounts of ties between the Fae and infernal magiks.
  • They have a similar governmental structure to that of feudalism.
  • Although there is no societal distinction between the Fae, they can be classified by the colour caps or garb and their associated behaviours to retain the colour of their cap.
    • If a Fae was to lose the colour of their cap the result is fatal, they each have specific ways to ‘refill’ this colour.
    • Red: Fighters – Restored by human blood- Blue: Miners – Tin or Iron, Yellow: Tricksters – Gold or gems, Green: Nature – Flowers and animal offal, Brown: Household – Vegetable peel and animal bones, Grey: Water – Human Bones, Black: Death – human tears, White: Ensorcellment – human flesh.

Established Theory: Fae Realm and Dimensional Superpositioning

Queen Mary I encountered Queen Mab and the Unseelie Court as a child. The first interaction is usually almost fatal, showing signs of symptoms similar to that scarlet fever.

To survive this illness the child bargains their fertility to the Queen, granting her the ability to sire children once more. The child usually knows nothing of this bargain or if so, the importance of what they have done.

Queen Mary I became a close ally with Queen Mab and conspired to unify the two realms, the Fae and Midgard in both politics and reality. Dr John Dee at the time theorised as to the eventual outcome of such an event, in summary:

Destruction of a cataclysmic scale as the Fae realm and the principles and laws of its existence clashes with Earth’s physics tearing both realms apart and leaving one superpositioned on the other. Eventually, for an unknown period of time, the superpositioned dimension transmutes the loser, reconstituting the very nature of its existence into matter and energy native to the dominate world. During this process, reality will fray leaving both realities susceptible to destructive distortions. The eventual result has four possible outcomes.

Dr Dee’s Proposed Outcomes

  • The superpositioned dimension survives intact, the point of impact has been closed, the principles of reality are returned to normal. The transmutation process halts, leaving the latter reality in a state of flux, eventually tearing itself apart……
  • The superpositioned dimension survives intact, the point of impact cannot be closed it is in a state of flux. The principles of reality are in a state of stable flux. The transmutation process continues are a slow decay, providing enough extra energy to support the fluctuating principles of the superpositioned dimension. If stabilised, dependent on the process, the prime and secondary dimensions can be saved (see below)
  • The superpositioned dimension survives intact, the point of impact survives intact and the secondary dimension survives intact. A stable portal is created at the location of the ritual. Dependent on the process there are variable outcomes:
    • An increasing radius of reality in both areas of the portal are weakened creating a blending of both their principles but not matter or energy.
    • The process permanently fuses both realities. Principles of the both universes flux until a median is created, the size of the eventual landmass is dependent on the process, catastrophic if blending both realities as a whole but manageable in pockets. Portals in this area may lead in an out of either reality.
    • A veil, akin to that to the realm of Valhalla opens up. However, it stabilised and gargantuan in proportions, cutting a swathe across England and slicing her in two.
    • The superpositioned dimension collapses, the point of impact remains unstable, the secondary dimension collapses. Both dimensions enter entropy in mutual cataclysmic destruction.

December 23rd, 1922

I managed to track down the ship he arrived on this morning. The captain spilt his secrets over very little money and they were as worth as much. He confirmed where he had been, although I found out he was at a dig site at Al-Batrá. Everything had the society’s seal but my own signet ring got me no further. Most of the information he gave me he back peddled on after realising who I was.

There are only a few left to have known what Father’s tasks were or currently are; the answers as to what he was studying and why. Nearly every lecturer, no matter how hard I try to please, they meet me with disdain. They delight in my results, my astute findings, even some of the queerer things but to my face…it’s as though the more I excel, the more they dislikes me. Is this their ‘academic process’ or a way to stop me from finding the truth?

Another is Sir William Knox and has suspiciously also resurfaced when my father arrived. For an old man, he has the agility of a ferret and a propensity to vanish like a meerkat. I was lead to believe he was retired, fishing somewhere in the Pacific but before I could lay eyes on the man he was already out of London. I managed to get Billy, their footman, to tell me where he went. His exact words were ‘…back to Wales.’ Another dead lead.

When I returned to Alexandra today, Ms Castello was in the process of unveiling the department’s latest find. It was a perfectly square, polished block of rose stone. It was made even more remarkable by the fact that, apart from its shape and material, it was entirely featureless. She had been informed by my father that this was an important Baetylus or God Block of the god Dushara. I knew my father and I knew his research. This confirmed his was at Al-Batrāʾ but why? Elizabeth, like everyone else, wouldn’t tell me.

January 4th, 1923

I think I may be onto him. Of course, he has left London before I could get to him. He’s been either careless or he wants to me to know what he is doing…

I received a telegram from a library in Soho about Father’s outstanding payment on a book fine. This was very unlike him. No matter how far away he was from England, somehow every bill, every birthday present, every RSVP was signed and sent. And Soho of all places, why was he even there?

The book was nothing of importance really. Well not to him academically. It was a child’s book, my book. He had borrowed it years ago and had kept up the payments until now. This didn’t sit right with me. I asked if Father had any further fines in his history. There was one other book. A book on calligraphy. Very unlike him again but I went to go find a copy of it.

I couldn’t initially see what he wanted me to see of course. It wasn’t a book on Arabic at all but English script, Elizabethan era. The author seemed to be a member of D.O.S.A by some of the trappings written into the prefix. A name stood out amongst those he thanked.

Lord Richard Ellis-Bates was a man of considerable wealth in the early 1870s. He was a well-known philanthropist and according to the sigil next to his name in the dedication, a member of the society. The author’s dedication mentions a fateful trip to the deserts which forever changed his life. That reminded me of something. Ellis-Bates was a man who I believe mentored my father when he joined DOSA. He and his generation of members were all heavily involved in joint research and was the last time anyone can remember the ‘curse’ hitting the faculty. If Father’s investigating this, if this isn’t some half-baked conjecture then what am I to do. They’ll never tell me anything.


December 12th, 1922

Father has returned earlier from the East again and I have no idea where he is staying. As usual, he didn’t bother to tell me about his arrival. I had to find out from another Professor for the sixth or seventh time now. I am starting to lose my mind over this. What is he hiding?

I’ve done everything possible down here. The society is starting to choke me with their bureaucracy and due process. No matter how hard I work, how much I study, it’s never enough. There is always someone who knows something about my father but they just can’t or won’t tell me. What makes it worse is that the public, although completely mislead, know more about my father than me.

I should be meeting him for lunch at our London house. I haven’t been there in years. The Blackadders practically live there by themselves now. I wonder if the old man is still there?

December 16th, 1922

He didn’t show. The great T. E. Lawrence; diplomat, adventurer, military man and scholar but a father, no. They say he was posted out there to provide aid on behalf of the King and support Arabia against Ottoman rule. Father was many things but he was no diplomat. oN the other hand, he was a great storyteller. Up to the point where he would get wrapped up in his own fiction to the point where he believed it with such conviction, it was the truth to him and anyone he spoke to. Sometimes even me and mother were written out of his fiction just to ‘help’ the situation. He wasn’t over there to fix anything.

How the hell do you blame a broken family on a long dead civilisation? Father was and still is, an obsessive man as well. I always took his neglect as a result of his passions of studies and foreign lands but I know better now. It was this place, the society. How many of those trinkets he brought home were actually his? Where did he get them from? No doubt somewhere in Arabia but where exactly and why? If he had been a milder man, more like myself, we might have had a good family. He wouldn’t have gone to Oxford, joined the society, carried out their orders and neglected his wife and son.

Of course, this is just folly. I know better than to try to change my father. He might as well have had a long dead Arabic woman as his mistress. I have enough trinkets and relics from there that it might as well be a home away from home for her.

I must stop getting so frustrated and I need to stop blaming the society and this place. Separate the fiction and research from the man. Let him take the blame as a father, not as a scholar or adventurer.


Nelson Settles Out Of Court With Gunner

Henson and Findley Times, London: 16th November 1921

In a shocking turn of events, the case of Nelson vs Moir has been settled out of court. In divisive action, Nelson has paid over the £500 asked by the plaintiff to Moir. During court proceedings, the jury favour was allying with the plaintiff and the defendant’s representation was, according to witnesses ‘all but broken’. There is no doubt that if the case had reached its conclusion, the judge would have found in favour of the plaintiff.

Rumours abound as to what was the cause of this, with some doubting Nelson’s truth. This revelation reaching the public so quickly will likely his fluctuating stock values fall. This coupled with the large sum will be a substantial hit to Nelson’s motor-lamp business.

The defendant was seen bright eyed this morning visiting a recent property purchase on Frith Street in Soho. It is believed that after spending time in America, particularly the southern states and New York with his family, Moir picked up a passion for jazz and is reportedly working with artists, designers and musicians at the boundaries of modern creativity to create a new music venue in the heart of London.

Retired World Heavyweight Champion Gunner Opens Duke’s In Soho

The Era Newspaper, London: 12th December 1922

Duke’s – a reference to Washington artist, Duke Ellington, currently a world-renowned jazz musician in new York – was officially opened by retired boxer James ‘Gunner’ Moir. With the addition of the settlement of money outside of the court by Nelson’s Motor-Lamps, the investment in this property has seemingly been put to good use in this new establishment on Frith Street, Soho.

The name Duke’s has been officially christened by the leader of The Cotton Club himself, who played here on the opening night. The pedigree of Duke’s does not stop at its musical endorsements. Figures from the art deco movement the world over have joined forces to create a convergence of style and elegance from both sides of the Atlantic.

American architect by William Van Allen, French furniture by Jacques Ruhlmann, sculptures by American Harriet Whitney Frishmuth, textiles by renowned French designer Coco Chanel, metalwork by Frenchman Edgar Brant. It will be forever known as the definition of the Art Deco movement with its entry being considered as a new world wonder, an artistic heritage site, and what seems to excite Gunner more, added to the Oxford Dictionary. The only name on the list of contributors that we do not recognise is that of a young M.C Escher, an unknown artist yet to make his mark on the world.

A Look Inside England’s Newest Artistic World Landmark

The Era Newspaper, London: 19th December 1922

Upon entering you pass what would appear to be an unassuming workman’s entrance to a storage unit. The door is newly replaced and foot thick of iron, similar to those seen on commercial bank vaults. This one seems to be a new mechanism by Bramah Locksmiths of London. The passageway is narrow and at first glance impossibly long. It soon becomes apparent by looking back that there is a slight slope to the hallway as its width opens out into what can only be described as the opulence of the modern age.

As you approach the end, the hallway widens into a large lounge area, flanked by wrought metalwork and frescos in the art-deco style. A mirrored bar sits to the left of the room, accompanied by lounge seating and intimate tables. There is the exotic smell of refined tobacco and eastern perfumes, aged malt and of English roast beef. Indeed it would seem Moir has thought of it all.

Although this place is filled with bright young things, there is a backlash from local residents about the ‘unnatural’ existence of this club in their midst. Residents have reported disturbances into the early hours of the morning, strange lights and music emanating from the building and supposed ‘dangerous and unsightly’ individuals. Soho is currently undergoing a series of redevelopments to make the area more profitable for local and new businesses and a petition by the residents has been turned over by the Borough Council.

Duke’s opened on the spring equinox, March 21st, of this year. There is currently a strict entry list into the establishment with famous clientele such those who contributed to its creation as well as explorer and diplomat, T.E. Lawrence, otherwise known as Lawrence of Arabia, actresses Aileen Pringle and Anna May Wong and boxer Jack Dempsy. The Cotton Club is said to be playing at Duke’s first New Years Eve Party.