All sounds of the battle ended suddenly, snuffed out at once in the harrowing crash of the fallen Gate. What remained were the dim chorus of panting victors and fluttering wings. Stooped over a fallen enemy, Evyrless raised her gaze to the slivers of sky within sight. She muttered an imperceptible prayer as she witnessed the sign of her Queen in a murder of crows scurry off through the canopy above. 

As her eyes lowered, her attention hitched to the empty air where an ancient planar gate had once occupied. A timeless thread between worlds ended in an instant, for reasons beyond her knowledge or comprehension. She would thank that it wasn't a waystone -- or else the dead would be forced to wander further to meet their Mistress -- cutting off the living's passage to foreign planes would be equally tragic. 

Hunching forward, Evyrless looked down on the cadaver she perched upon with a grimace. Necromantic scum, the lot of them. She would have to burn their warped bodies to ward their taint from the living world. A prayer must be offered, for Evyrless hadn't sent their spirits to her Queen. The devils they sold themselves to would likely be kinder company to the bastards. Such is the hazard of hunting warlocks seeking lichdom. After her pause, she withdrew her blade from the sorry lad's gullet. She was careful not to loose his guts to the soil below, or else she'd have to pick up the parts for the fire. 

"Har Gathun e'nor..."

Deep, sorrowful utterances filled her ears. Evyrless stood, keeping her freshly bloodied rapier at her side in case of the need for it to be readied. She observed the grand cat that stood before her, poised over the noble drake. The words it spoke were nothing she could comprehend, but she could sense the accusation in its voice as it addressed the dragonborn. A lion of any kind, magical, druidic or otherwise, would not grieve the loss of feeble men attempting to cheat what is inevitable. The only other loss that could be grieved aside from their trespass was the Gate which stood now only in memory. Her and her companions were strangers to this forest, and currently the only people alive it could blame. 

"We did not come here to extinguish the Gate," said Evyrless. 

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Insight roll - [b]20[/b] + 5 = 25. 
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