Rhian looked over to the Mul girl as she spoke. If she had still had eyes, and they weren't hidden by her mask, they would have widened with childish glee and wonder at the mention that she, Merilwyn, was a battle mage. As it was, she merely grinned at the Mul. The Siren's magic was quiet, subtle, and most times people weren't even aware that she was using her magic. That suited Rhian, as it made her even less of a target in combat. But there were times when she wished she could dazzle and frighten people Sure she could dazzle people with a bit of elemental manipulation, but that would take to long to be effective in a combat situation and wouldn't scare people as effectively as she'd like. She turned to look at the other Mul, the one who didn't introduce herself at all. [i]How impertinent.[/i] "Well, if you don't wish to introduce yourself I shall name you then." She spoke cheerfully, before frowning in thought. For a moment, she was silent. When the idea suddenly came to her she snapped her fingers. "Blondie! Perfect. Simple, easy to remember and you'd be identified quickly. I like it!"

Right around then was when the two Lavas soldiers began making their comments. Rhian's fists clenched, and waited. She couldn't act quite yet. As their leader, Thuran, lead them away, Rhian gave a rather malicious smile. She began to sing quietly. "Two Lavas soldiers tried their hands at being bards, but singing wasn't in their cards. So they cried 'No mores!' and became the camp whores. They had an insatiable desire, to do whatever pleased the soldiers of the lost empire." She finished the song by quietly singing her wordless song. Just to cement the spell upon the crude guards. As their group walked away, the two Lavas guards fell to the ground, hands going to their crotches. They couldn't scream as their bodies began to undergo changes, Rhian's malicious chuckling the only thing to give note to the act. When the scouting group was beginning to enter the village, two women in armor rose from the ground. For a brief moment they panicked and cried, wondering what had happened to them. Then the rest of Rhian's spell settled in, and they moved off into the camp to find soldiers to please. 

The Siren stumbled as a new wave of exhaustion swept over her. Perhaps it was fool hardy to waste so much energy manipulating biology and forcing rude soldiers to become whores, but she couldn't deny the satisfaction the act brought. She looked up as Thuran spoke about formations. "Right, I'll get in the middle then. Try not to let me die, I am the only dedicated healer here." She moved into the middle, mask swiveling about as she looked for the source of her paranoia. [i]Something[/i] was in the town and she was quite certain that whatever it was definitely wanted to kill them. [i]Shadow in the window. Wait. Why can I see a shadow?[/i] Rhian focused on the window, exhaustion making her thinking slow. By rights, she shouldn't see any shadows. Shadows were of darkness and she needed no light to see, thus she was unaffected by shadows. Yet, a dark, shadowy, aura had clearly been in that window. She ignored Thuran's call in favor of pondering this odd development.

She was still pondering it as the trio went to investigate. [i]The darkness was only present on the Forces of the Mad King before...but it disappeared quickly. So that means its... Oh Gods above.[/i] She came to the correct conclusion just in time to see the Firen get stabbed through the stomach. She immediately began focusing on him, a wordless Siren song reaching through the air. The pure, sweet, notes were out of place in what was soon to be a bloodstained battlefield, but they allowed Rhian to get a rough grasp of the wound and how long it would take for her to heal it. [i]Gut wound. I hate gut wounds. So much crap going where it shouldn't, so much damaged It will take too long to heal him now. And by the end of this fight he'll be dead before I can get to him. And he will die in agony.[/i] So Rhian did the only thing she could. She switched her focus from his wound to the blood flow to his brain. She ended her song, placing a blockage on it. He would pass out, and then he would die. Quietly. Peacefully. 

So, as the massive Glamhoth called her over she merely shook her head. "He is dead. The most I can do is ensure that he dies peacefully." [i]Another death. Another life I couldn't save. I'm so tired. How much more can I take?[/i] She wondered. As the Wraiths revealed themselves, and then disappeared, Rhian could feel the fear around her, as well as her own. "Gods grant me strength." She didn't care who heard her, she just needed her nameless divinities to aid her now. Once again her Siren song rose into the stormy night, seeping into all those who heard it. Courage flowed into their limbs. Spines straightened, eyes took on a determined look. They would not die here. [i]Good.[/i] Rhian thought. [i] I can only hope it is enough.[/i]