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[color=f26522]Time[/color]: Night / 3rd song
[color=f26522]Location[/color]: the ceremony at lovers lake
[color=f26522]Interactions[/color]: [@Tae] Mina
[color=f26522]Mentions in order[/color]:[@Lava Alckon] Farim  [@Infinite Cosmos] Munir [@princess] Ana [@Helo] Callum [@Tpartywithzombi] Ari 
[color=f26522]outfit:[/color] plaid kilt in his family colors, wearing a snow bear skull headdress/ mask, bones of the bear down his arms back and rib cage, body paint in the form of runes, no shirt or shoes.[/center]
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The song continued the musicians never skipping a beat, lost in the same trance as the singers. The guards and some of the others sang along with them, translating its meaning to shed the weights of this life and heal. A reminder that we are all the same in the eyes of the gods and no struggle is worth walking alone. A song meant to be uplifting and comforting. Something to bring the spirits of those listening up before being brought down again. 

As Mina sang alongside Roman, her voice rising in harmony with the others, her attention was briefly drawn to the crowd. There, standing next to Munir, was the ghostly figure of a woman holding a baby. It was the same woman and child she had seen twice before, their haunting presence now more vivid than ever, dressed in an outfit befitting the royalty of Alidasht.

The woman smiled up at Mina with a gentle expression before placing a hand on Munir's shoulder. Then, as if speaking directly to Mina's soul, she uttered words that only she could hear. [Color=gold]"Don't be afraid. Love him."[/color]

Mina stumbled over her words, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized the truth. This was Munir's deceased mother and sibling, reaching out to her from beyond the veil. Despite the shock, she quickly recovered and continued to sing, her voice trembling with emotion as she struggled to process the encounter and its meaning.

Whomever was in control of roman gave the body language of concern towards mina, even though his eyes didn’t seem to register a change. The next song was somber and slower, as the current song began to ebb and slow until the instruments and dancers stopped. The man gave a gentle squeeze to his singing partner’s arm as a gentle reminder that he was still there, and she would be ok. There were only a few more songs left but the last song was the most important.

The dancers and partygoers kept on going and laughing, cheering at the singers and each other. but some began to slow and stop either knowing what was going on next or through curiosity of what’s going on. Roman swept his left hand out in front of him clenching his fist at the end of the arc. At that motion the northern people began to hush their words and told others to do the same.

Silence quickly fell over the crowd with only the sounds of the fires and the night filling the air.
“[color=f26522]Brothers, sisters, friends, and strangers. Our next song is meant to be somber, is meant to give reflection and remembrance to our ancestors![/color]” He spoke loudly with command and grace. “[color=f26522]You and I are the culmination of all our ancestors’ hopes and dreams. What they worked lived and died for.[/color]” again he swept his hand out in front of him as if he was talking to every single person in the crowd individually.

“[color=f26522]Listen to our song, dance if you want, but we beseech you to take this time and remember those who came before you. Tell the others here your favorite stories of them, tell them who they were and laugh about it. If you still carry grief then express it one last time and let it go, the dead can not carry grief with them so neither should you.[/color]”

Roman took a few steps back until his back was hot with the fire behind him. “[color=f26522]Valdemar the just, we call to you. Join us for this song, let us show you how we honor our dead and their memory, how we honor you and your judgment.[/color]” With this small cloth bags were thrown into the fires making their bright yellow and orange flames turn a deep blue and green. This was the signal for the musicians to begin their beat again, slow, and deep. 

[url=https://youtu.be/FnkTuHP9q3o?si=5JIAihgsDf3TrHtc]Wardruna and Aurora - Helvegen[/url]

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Roman was confused for a moment, where before he was surrounded by angry villagers, he now found himself in the Varian royal palace courtyard. Alone at first as he wandered the grounds never getting any closer to the palace no matter how far he traveled. Then suddenly he began to pass some of the other Varian nobility and citizens that joined them on this summer trip. They paid him no mind even if he tried to talk to them.

The voice that haunts his nightmares began to whisper to him, 
[color=ed1c24]“[i]you’re not strong enough.[/i]” [/color]
His heart began to race as he could smell smoke and hear the roaring of fire.
[color=ed1c24]“[i]You can’t save all of them.[/i]” [/color]
The sound of battle and screams seemed to just be over the hedge rows nearly within sight.
[color=ed1c24]“[i]How do you expect to save them when you can barely save yourself.[/i]”[/color]
The castle began to crumble and burn but no matter how hard or fast he ran he couldn’t get closer.
[color=ed1c24]“[i]You are a failure, your family should have tossed you to the wolves when you were young.[/i]”[/color]
Soon even the garden around him began to wither and rot, the beautiful flowers turning to nothing but ash. Even the people he passed began to do the same until only skeletons leered at him.
[color=ed1c24]“[i]You can’t stop what’s coming alone. Embrace what you shun, become their monster. Kill the boy.[/i]”[/color]
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