Location: 
Nids End
[@Pyromania99]
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Sarah managed to bring her blade low, steel clanging together as the elf deflected Luna’s strike. She’d smile, seemingly none to concerned as Luna would attempt to bash her shield into her midsection, sending her stumbling backwards, though only briefly. The elf dug her heels into the ground, shifting her stance to quickly and easily regain her balance. In retaliation, the elvish warrior would grab make to grab Luna’s wrist, pulling her close and ram the pommel of her blade into the other warrior's head.

Location: 
Hjrelskins Fall
[@Crimson Paladin]
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Seeing that he was in fact, not fine from the apparent singing fey, Lugh would quickly grab the cloth from Luana, stuffing it quickly into his ears. If nothing else, he was quick on the uptake and to rectify a mistake of his.

“...that is a horrid song.” Elnith replied, holding the side of her head and cupping one of her ears. “Don’t worry, Ethelred.” She’d offer the frozen knight a smile. “Whatever that thing is…we can handle it.” She’d begin walking forward, shortly followed by Lugh as the group began moving deeper into the forest.


Making an abrasive noise seemed to assuage the song only slightly…at least the singing was both a blessing as it was difficult to deal with - it made it extremely easy to track the source of the singing. All they had to do was…let it lead, and not become enraptured with its voice. Deeper into the forest it would lead them, past more beds of fey flowers. Some trees seemed to have been twisted in the form of human faces upon their trunks, but it was likely just a trick of the light, surely. Some of the impish green creatures would run across their path, but ultimately not bother them as they ventured further.

Until the point where the small group would find themselves standing before what could only be described as some sort of large tree, reaching high into the forest, a bit taller than most trees while its trunk was easily large as a house. Twisted, gnarled roots dug into the ground, licking up nutrients from it while its branches were barren of any leaves. Its bark was moving as though it was breathing, steady, rhythmically and it was clear the singing was coming from within this tree's interior.

It was clear if nothing else, this tree was the source of the singing, but it didn’t seem to bother or acknowledge them if it were even capable of it.

Airedale Prison
[@VitaVitaAR]
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“This is torture, what else would it be? You beast, you absolute lecherous beast-bweh~” Cethlann was silenced by having her coat tossed back onto her, though it was a bit harder to get it back on then take it off with the restraints covering the fomorian in place. “And now I’m…clothed again. Tsk, for a witch you sure are whimsical. You want me one second then the next you don’t. Did I not squirm enough~?”

Cethlann would fall silent as there came a knock at the door to the cells.

“Fio? Its Vyrell,” The friendly, familiar voice of the knight, muffled from the otherside of the door seemed a bit concerned. “I’ve bought food for the prisoner…are you alright? You’ve been in there for quite some time and the guard seemed a bit distressed...I've also bought a change of clothes, if you so happen to need it. Call it intuition.”