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[center][b][color=66CDAA]Location:[/color][/b] Island of Cyprus 

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sbwIkgsnLA][color=66CDAA]- [I]"Indestructible Will" by Epic Score[/I][/color][/url]
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	As the rubble, and the dust it stirred up, settled, Sirena could pinpoint the dull call of the flask. It was still out there, somewhere, taunting and tempting her. She really did not wish to have anything to do with it, but after the stunt Septima just pulled, she ultimately knew its power would not be safe in the witch's hands. Sirena let out a sigh and gave a roll of her shoulders, before deciding to trudge forward through the rubble. However, no sooner had she done just that was she suddenly and miraculously transported elsewhere, like a whole different island elsewhere. 

	[color=66CDAA]"What the--"[/color] she breathed out. She looked around from where she stood, taking in the mostly deserted beach through her widened blue eyes. Wariness filled her. Something just wasn't quite right, and it would quickly become apparent to her that that was a great understatement. A large shadow came overhead followed by a gust of wind and a sound like beating wings. Pain suddenly exploded through her as something large and sharp latched onto her torso in a death grip. Her cry of pain was drowned out as she felt herself being lifted off the ground with violent force. Gravity only served to work against her, causing the blades, or whatever it was, to dig deeper into her.

	Sirena blinked through the tears welling up in her eyes to take in her captor. Wrapped around her waist appeared to be large talons. Her eyes slowly trailed up its seemingly feminine form, taking in its massive wingspan before finally landing on its face. She wasn't the least bit prepared for what, or rather who, she would find. She let out a strangled cry. The beast had her face, the only difference being its mouth was covered in blood. It was a stark remainder of her unseemly existence moments prior to her death.

	She looked over the creature once more, her mind trying to process what she was seeing. It was reminiscent of certain tales of lore she liked to read. It was similar in form to the harpies of Greek mythology. They were spirits of the wind and monsters of mischief that tormented wrongdoers and carried souls to the underworld. But what had she done to deserve their wrath? It didn't take much self exploration to see herself for the siren that she was. Perhaps it was time she pay for all that she had done.

	[color=66CDAA]"Do with me as you will, harpy,"[/color] she stated resolutely.   
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[center][b][color=B22222]Location:[/color][/b] Docks – Port of Tortuga

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ffPA9Srlq4][color=B22222]- [I]"Prey for Me" by Korn[/I][/color][/url]
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	One could say Edgard was more a monster than a man. As such, he let out an almost feral growl at what he deemed as defiance on the woman's part. Why wasn't she breaking under pressure? Why wasn't she trembling before him? She seemed so unaffected by the beast that was the Baron of Blood and Fire. The lack of fear in her façade almost irked him more than her seeming defiance to his commands. He was about at wit's end, and that was certainly a deadly place to be when it comes to him.

	He pulled away and backed up a small fraction. His hand went to the hilt of his cutlass, and he made to unsheathe it. [color=B22222]"You will do as I command, or I will make you!"[/color] he warned angrily, meaning every word of it. [color=B22222]"Unless, of course, you just wish to die right where you stand."[/color] Unfortunately for him, his bravado was short lived. His cutlass refused to budge from its sheathe, as if it had been rusted shut. He let out a loud growl of frustration before going for the next best tactic he could come up with. He lifted his hand up, readying himself to strike her.