The seeker and her slave
Protective wards on one self while traveling were one thing,
but they were nothing compared to what these witches had ingrained deeply over time into the very earth beneath their feet.
Already the intricacies of its design
delicately picked and peeled away slowly at all unfamiliar magic.
It tested and withered anything it didn’t recognise,
and for Ryleth, that was his wards.
Once in the clearing a faint song could be heard resonating from up high in the great tree that overlooked the forest. It was a sad and slow song. Haunting and eerie in its sullen despair. It was a song of mourning and apology.
One witch stood in the clearing. Scantily clad in loose sheer natural coloured fabrics, her hair curly, wild and free, red, but not as red as her plump soft lips. Her body held womanly curves proportionate to her tall height. Her head hung low and unwilling to look at the herald, her eyes remained to the floor. She walked slowly towards Ryleth. Hips swaying with every small step as she slowly neared the phylactery on the grass. Silence consumed her and the forest, only the sorrowful tones of the sad song in the tree above fell to the floor.”I am quite fond of this body.”
she whispers as she looked up to Ryleth and suddenly slams her bare foot down on the crystal container.
Blood spilled into the earth around her foot.
Shuffling could be heard above.
Her eyes were alive with a fire burning within! Flames lapt at her face escaping her skull through the sockets where eyes should be.
The blood continued to roll out around her foot in an unnaturally growing puddle crawling across the floor.
A violent scream erupted from the commotion in the tree above him, something approaching fast!
Violent flames leapt from the Witches mouth as she screamed viscous hate at Ryleth in heated reply, giving him her response.
@Legion02The ‘Seeker’ is breathing a fireball at Ryleth as someone launches at him from above. The magic in the land is slowly picking at and weakening his wards.