[An amused chuckle echoes around him before a black bird lands on a tree branch beside him. She preens a few loose feathers from her wing then shakes her head. The initial answer says a lot about the kind of man he is. ]
My mother and I. Behind you.
[Treants lift up from their places of observance, waiting. Flemeth in rags torn by low-hanging branches in front of them, and to her right... is Morrigan, not older than twelve.
"You have found your 'Witch of the Wilds, o templars," Flemeth greets them with ice, the treants slowly surrounding them and the templars. The two witches hold no fear, yet the three men begin to shake in their armor. The sensation of a thrill like a predator sizing up their prey echoes through the boughs. "I wonder... What will you do with her now?" "You may speak," the zealous templar - murderer - says, holding fast to his perceived righteousness. "-and speak, but we shall not hear you. Men! Arm yourself with faith!" The crow chortles as Flemeth speaks, yet it holds no mirth. "Your 'maker' made me, did he not? Perhaps he knows something you don't. Perhaps there are things he himself does not know."
'Men's hearts hold shadows darker than any tainted creature,' a ghostly whisper echoes.
One of their blades suddenly catches fire. The one on the right shouts something, and a treant, not phased by the flame, screeches in his face. The dream Morrigan smirks beneath her hood, her hands glowing with white light. Ice shoots up from her feet and it impales the man, the other slowly succumbing to the same spell she used on the abominations and demons in the Tower. "My blade! My blade is not my own! It-" The zealot stabs him in the neck, putting him out of his misery. "Sleep now, friend. Commend me to Him." He turns to Morrigan. "Stand aside, witch. I am the Maker's will in this cursed place." "So you have said," she replies coolly, hands still glowing and vines beginning to wind their way toward the templar's feet. The crow offers one warning, because he is precious to a friend.]
I would look away, were I you. I am trying to shift the dream, but-
[But her control is slipping as they near the end, and the next part is.. horrific to say the least.]
cw: death, body horror
My mother and I. Behind you.
[Treants lift up from their places of observance, waiting. Flemeth in rags torn by low-hanging branches in front of them, and to her right... is Morrigan, not older than twelve.
"You have found your 'Witch of the Wilds, o templars," Flemeth greets them with ice, the treants slowly surrounding them and the templars. The two witches hold no fear, yet the three men begin to shake in their armor. The sensation of a thrill like a predator sizing up their prey echoes through the boughs. "I wonder... What will you do with her now?"
"You may speak," the zealous templar - murderer - says, holding fast to his perceived righteousness. "-and speak, but we shall not hear you. Men! Arm yourself with faith!"
The crow chortles as Flemeth speaks, yet it holds no mirth. "Your 'maker' made me, did he not? Perhaps he knows something you don't. Perhaps there are things he himself does not know."
'Men's hearts hold shadows darker than any tainted creature,' a ghostly whisper echoes.
One of their blades suddenly catches fire. The one on the right shouts something, and a treant, not phased by the flame, screeches in his face. The dream Morrigan smirks beneath her hood, her hands glowing with white light. Ice shoots up from her feet and it impales the man, the other slowly succumbing to the same spell she used on the abominations and demons in the Tower. "My blade! My blade is not my own! It-"
The zealot stabs him in the neck, putting him out of his misery. "Sleep now, friend. Commend me to Him." He turns to Morrigan. "Stand aside, witch. I am the Maker's will in this cursed place."
"So you have said," she replies coolly, hands still glowing and vines beginning to wind their way toward the templar's feet. The crow offers one warning, because he is precious to a friend.]
I would look away, were I you. I am trying to shift the dream, but-
[But her control is slipping as they near the end, and the next part is.. horrific to say the least.]