[center][h1][color=f26522]Carnatia de Luson[/color][/h1][/center]
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[quote]"Not much that I know about this one." said Gray enigmatically, only to continue before Carnathia furrowed her brows. 

"Even the myth about it was never consistent. Some account says 'she' was an elf, captured and mutated by Dagorlad warlocks and transformed into a weapon of war, the other said she was a powerful djinn that inhibited this land even before the elves. Most rangers in my era never raise our blade against that creature, because we know how to avoid its lure."[/quote]

Carnatia was somewhat surprised that Gray actually was forthright without the need for further prodding. Perhaps her needling had worked, after all. If so, then Carnatia would give herself the proverbial pat on the back. Unfortunately, on the other hand, it seemed that Gray did not have something more concrete than legends. Carnatia supposed that was par the course for this land, but it would be nice to have something more concrete to design a countermeasure against.

Nevertheless, Carnatia drew her blade and kept on guard, as Gray ordered. Not long after, the singing continued, as an ethereal figure glided toward the group, all the while singing its mesmerising song. As she did previously, she emptied her mind, this time focusing on the ethereal figure itself, her mind honed to look at the most vulnerable spot to strike. The song felt as if it was beckoning her to come closer, and so she did, walking slowly as if she were in a trance even as she maintained her zen state, hoping to catch it off guard, trusting her precognition to warn her should the figure realised her deception and moved in to strike. But should Carnatia manage to get close enough within striking range, her magic-enhanced rapier would quickly strike at its vulnerable spots in a burst of flame.