Known Aliases: The Trickster, The Shapeless One, Chaos
Reported in 537 A.D., in reference to Merlin’s theory that the attack on Camelot had been an intentional diversion, designed to buy time and prevent reinforcements from reaching the Stonehenge Seal. The name Puck came up then, spoken with all the reverence one would give to tornadoes.
But the lead up to Berlin was the worst. Whispered in the magical current, improbable coincidences building like firewood, and worst of all: sightings. The six of them encountered him directly. He presented himself with a flourish that can only be described as theatrical. A shapeshifter with a predilection for impersonation, distortion, and general confusion; he is not bound by form. Or morality.
His calling card, quite literally, is blue. Blue hair, blue clothing, blue streaks of light. He wants to be found. He wants to take the credit.
I believe he is affiliated; loosely, dangerously; with Oberon and Titania. He is not a servant. He is an attack vector. You do not control Puck, according to legend and myth.
After the Berlin incident, Puck vanished. He left no trace. No afterglow. Nothing but his last words: “The fun’s just starting.” That is what haunts me. He did not leave because he lost. He left because he wanted to. That means he’s waiting. For something.
I fear we’ll find out what.
