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[color=f26522]Time[/color]: Night / Last song
[color=f26522]Location[/color]: the ceremony at lovers lake
[color=f26522]Interactions[/color]: [@Tae] Mina
[color=f26522]Mentions in order[/color]:(Party people)[@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 solemn sounds of the song drifted through the area, the dancers and party goers taking a moment to share stories or dance slowly to the song. Stories of pain, laughter, love, and good memories. It was exactly what they had asked them to do. Now, however, it was time for the real reason Roman handed out an open invitation. The board was set and the pieces in place, what came next was going to hurt.

The last prayer of the song was sung nearly interrupted by a certain princess declaring after party activities. He knew she couldn’t see his eyes but the look she got from him was not amused even if a few of the party goers were. Honestly it was something that could be quite relaxing, all he had to do was not pass out after the next song. yet, All he could do was sigh as he knew that was exactly what was going to happen.

Roman had to fight to stay in the here and now, the spirit that hitched a ride with him wanted to continue the songs, but he still had a few more things to set before he could go back to auto pilot. This did show as he seemed drained and a little sluggish. The bear gave a few more moments for the music to end and the instruments to settle.

[color=f26522]“Friends, we have one more song for you to be sung in just a moment. This song is old, older than our kingdoms, passed down through oral traditions and storytelling. It is one of our oldest and this time it will not be translated; the people of the north know this song and are asked to help us sing it.” [/color]A short pause before he began again. [color=f26522]“it will take us and the musicians a moment to prepare, please enjoy the drinks and the food the drums will sound when we are ready.”[/color] 

He waited a little while longer for the crowd to move toward the ale and fire roasted meats. The scent even made him a little hungry but there was time for that later. Wordlessly he checked on Mina offering her some water and making sure she was ready for what came next. He rested his hand on her shoulder pressing his mask to hers. [color=f26522][i]“One more song, remember to let it flow through you don’t resist. Just like we planned I'll begin as the catalyst and be the engine you and the shaman are the conduits.”[/i][/color] He whispered to her letting his hand linger on her shoulder for a moment. 

“[color=f26522][i]The stones are set; the blood is paid. 
Remember that we all are brothers.
All people, beasts, trees and stone and wind
We all descended from the one great being.
That was always there.
Before people lived and named it,
Before the first seed sprouted.[/i][/color]”

With this the next step would soon begin, words spoken in the language of the north, just loud enough for only the two of them to hear. This act, these songs, this gathering was not the first step. The shaman and romans people have been preparing for this since the day they left port for this city. Over the last few days the stones and patterns were not just set here but stones and markings were deliberately placed all throughout this forest and into the city. 

Offerings hung from trees, buried in the earth, and dropped into the sea. Blood willingly given and words of magic silently chanted. All for this one last song and the spell being played through it. A spell to heal the mind and the soul, to heal the earth and the spirits, to bring luck and peace. A powerful spell being pushed over a wide area. The change would be subtle, and it would take time. loss, pain, and heart ache would still be prevalent, but this should ensure that this land remains prosperous for years to come and those that would do harm to it would find it harder to do so.

Now Roman just had to make sure they got it right. His strength and will were being used to gather the energy being spent around them and channel it into Mina and the shaman. The offerings and stones placed are there to help regulate and spread this spell so it would not kill anyone using it. The bear still understood that he would likely be knocked out for a while after this. If one could ask him why he was doing this and taking this risk, the answer would be the same one he gave Mina, ‘[i]I care about my friends here and they are not in a good way. This is the best I can do to help them because I know I can’t save all of them. This place just feels off like its cursed, hopefully this should act to help to ward off whatever might be plaguing this place and its people.[/i]’

It was a risk not just for their wellbeing, but it was likely that someone here or nearby could feel the gathering magic and its use. Those sensitive to this would be drawn to roman as he was soon going to be drawing even more magic into himself. but effectively everyone here was helping to give some amount of energy and will to the spell being cast whether they were aware of it was a different story. that and it could always be written off as the drinks that caused others to believe that magic was being cast.

Roman sat in the center of the stage still adorned in the bones of the bear he killed. Mina was joined on the stage with the Shaman, they would be dancing and singing together in unison. This is to share the burden of the spell. All the while Roman would be focused on his part in the spell chanting his parts while he sank into his trance. With the rest of the preparations set it was time to begin. 

The drums began again to get everyone in position before they began the music for the last song. The shaman tossed pouches into the fire making the flames grow stronger, brighter, and more ravenous. Many of the northern people seemed to fall into a trance just as roman was as they sung the old words in the ancient language. to those new to this it could very easily come off as... spooky.

[url=https://youtu.be/y6Yahh_I7IE?si=LFhT5CBw9OEOHX-2]Hielung - Traust[/url]


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He felt like he was slipping, as if every word pushed him down further and further into a bleak abyss. An abyss where a monstrosity waited for him to lose himself. Down furth and further he slipped no matter what he thought or said. He could hear that thing laughing again, it grew and grew till it was all he could hear. That same maniacal unhinged laughter that he could hear as he watched himself destroy so many lives. Closer and closer it came threatening to swallow him whole into the dark abyss.

Something grabbed his hand and suddenly he found himself at the top of Ember Mountain. He was home when a familiar voice pulled him from his confusion. 

“[color=fdc68a]You’re lettin the voices win again. We told yee not to give into them.[/color]”

Roman looked up to the visage of his grandfather. A bear of a man like him with a beard a dwarf from the legends would be jealous of. He dressed as if he was commanding armadas but always had a boisterous and jolly attitude. Not something you would expect from a man claiming to be Emberstone’s strongest warrior.

“[color=f26522]Hello Grandfather[/color]” Roman couldn’t meet his gaze but did notice the man looked bigger than normal and his own voice was strange. Looking at himself Roman realized this was the last thing the two of them ever did, a memory of them climbing the mountain before he passed away.

“[color=fdc68a]You seem distressed lad. Is this mission proving to be more difficult than yee thought? Those pesky nobles keeping yee busy?[/color]” he said with a chuckle and his thick accent.

“[color=f26522]How did you do it? How did you manage to keep everyone safe and not let your losses get to you?[/color]” Roman still wouldn’t look up to him, instead he found himself pulling his knees up to his chest and staring off at the distant mountains.

A hearty laugh was his answer, “[color=fdc68a]the answer is I didn. those losses haunted me for some time, led me to the rage that drove the legend of being the strongest.[/color]” A pause followed by a sigh as the man sat down next to Roman. “[color=fdc68a]Yee going to lose, yee going to fail, but that’s ok. Yee learn the best lessons when yee lose, true failure comes when yee decide to give up and stop tryin.[/color]” 

Roman continued to stare out, “[color=f26522]How did you manage to suppress your rage? Sometimes I can feel it right beneath the surface. Like any moment I could lose control…[/color]”

The older man rested his hand on his grandson’s shoulder pulling him in close. He spoke quietly and with a smile, “[color=fdc68a]aye that would be your grandmother. Sometimes you cannt do things on ya own but that wee lass, boy she had the spirit of fire in er. She always knew how to calm me demons. A good drinker too.[/color]” Another laugh as the man followed his grandson’s gaze. “[color=fdc68a]I trust ye ill find yers, it will be tough, probly av to fight for her with yer wits and muscle.[/color]”

Roman kept his gaze out to the horizon, it was a strange feeling but after a time he did find the courage to look up to his grandfather. The man seemed to be enjoying himself at the top of a mountain with his grandson. It was nice a comfortable memory with someone that he considered one of his role models. He only wished it could last longer.
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