Private [ROF] Rise of the Falmer

[Minstrel]

Muffled voices and shifting rubble were the first thing that hit Circe's ear drums. She felt light and weightless, the world around her spinning slowly while she floated above it. But suddenly the nerves in her back sprung into life and the reality of sharp rocks piercing her spine broke her trance. Everything came back to her in a blur. The chamber, the pillars collapsing, the Falmer, the poor girl who was transformed into a monster, the Thane, everything was pushed back inside her head.

Circe opened her eyes and at first saw nothing. A grey misted cloaked her eyes, but soon began to fade.

'H-has anyone seen Einarr' Circe heard a voice call, knowing it was Geel.

The mist lifted and Circe sat up from the ground she had been lain on. The whole group stood restless in a tunnel that lead away from the room they had just been in. Near her she saw Glass, he was bleeding badly and needed a healer. The knight had fought off the Thane for the majority of the battle and Circe was surprised to see him still breathing.

'G-Glass, are you Ok?' she said leaning onher side to speak to him.

Her took in deep breaths and Circe could hear the blood in his lungs.

'Melee! Glass needs help.' she shouted, remembering how the Elf was a healer.

Now leaning on her other side she watched Geel. The battle had obviously taken more than just his strength. The tips of his horns had been ripped clean off. She didn't want to say anything, instead she responded to his question. He looked nervously at the rubble leading back into the collapsed chamber.

'Is he still in there Geel?' Circe pushed herself up from the ground. 'I can help you look for him if you want.'

 

[Geel-Kajin]

" Thanks... Watch out there though..." Geel's voice trailed off, his eyes wandering. A whole mine of stone and rubble lay in the hall, the entrance to it half blocked by debris. Only a small space was left for them to crawl or crouch through, and even that was unstable. For all he knew, it might crash down any moment.

Meanwhile, he took a look at the sellsword, his skin taking on a tan of sickly red. He didn't say this of course, but deep inside, he knew that this sellsword should have offered more for his services. The man certainly did take his job seriously. He was hopeful that the man would live to fight another day.

Now, the main problem was Einarr. Where was he? Beneath the pulsing red of his sight, Geel squinted into the darkness, ignoring the stream of blood which flowed slowly down his snout. His worries and fears seemed to have momentarily wiped out any pain he might feel, but at the cost of feeling it twice as bad later. Despite the effort both he and his body put in, he could not see Einarr past the rock and dust. Hopefully Circe would be better.

 

[Minstrel]

Even to a vampire, the chamber posed a slight challenge to be seen into. It was not too hard however, to see all she needed to see. Rubble blocked most of the entrance into the chamber but there was enough room to allow her and Geel to pass through.

'You see the hole in the debris over there? I assume you can climb through it, follow my lead.' Circe said to Geel without looking back at him.

Her body was naturally flexible. She walked over to the hole, placed two hands on the edges and then lifted herself through. Her eyes adjusted immediately to the sudden change in light and she looked back to Geel who was struggling slightly to get through the gap.

'Put your legs through first, use you hands to keep the rest of your body up and find me when you get through.'

The great chamber of ancient carving and statues was now nothing more that rock upon rock, forming something that could just about be walked under. The occasional piece of rock still held readable symbols, but it meant nothing without the whole room. Circe continued to crouch down and manuever her way through the tunnels that the collapsed roof had created, but she found nothing.

'If the boy really was in here when the pillars were broken, the chances of him surviving are very little. Just prepare yourself if we don't find him.'

 

[Skyrimosity]

Edwyn didn't think he survived. He was genuinely surprised he kept his eyes closed until he heard Geel speak at which point he assumed he lived and dared to peek into the world. His arm was bleeding, his ribs still seeping blood from a wound fighting Falmer, and he felt so weak. As he heard Geel and Circe talk, he rolled on his back. He saw Glass bleeding profusely, finding it hard to breathe. Edwyn called out "Melee, after you heal the Knight, I fear I may need healing." Edwyn struggled to his feet, fighting all the pain. As he finally stood up, the pain got the better of him. His adrenaline was gone and all the pain of fighting washed over him at once. He let out a scream of pure pain before collapsing onto the ground, unconscious.

 

[Flint firestorm]

Crow was leaning against a tree when he heard the noise. At first he didn't think it was human but when he looked around he saw that it can from Edwyn. Crow rushed to his side, eager to help the man who just moments earlier had help him. Kneeling beside him crow quickly bound the wound with fabric he ripped from his cloths, though this did little to stop the bleeding. Crow searched the ground near him for any alchemy ingredients that might stop the bleeding and soon found some blue mountain flower. As fast as he could, crow ground the flowers with a stone and then proceeded to rub the residue on his wounds. "there, that will keep him alive till melee is done with the knight" he said before proceeding to treat his own wounds.

 

[OriginOfAbsolution]

Emberlynn's weak and weary legs ached with the effort as she raced behind her companions, desperately fleeing the falling rocks and debris from the high ceiling above them. Still, she pushed herself harder, ducking and dodging every obstacle in her path, grateful for her nearly super-human reflexes.

But even so, she wasn't quite fast enough. Just feet away from the exit where the others had fled, an enormous, jagged chunk of stone crashed down, striking her shoulder, tearing away the pale white flesh almost down to the bone and ripping a huge gash in the brown satchel that was slung across her back.

She didn't feel a thing. Emberlynn raced on, finally propelling herself headfirst behind the others as the exit began to collapse around her. She landed in a heap on the cold stone floor as the crashing and rumbling behind her slowly faded away into silence.

Then came the pain. Pulsing, throbbing, burning. Yet somehow, she remained unconcerned, even as she glanced timidly at the horrible wound that marred the pale, once-untouched skin that had been her shoulder. Someone will heal me, and I'll be fine. Maybe she could even heal herself, if her strength returned to her.

But was she really fine?

Emberlynn had never been so sure of her own death as she had been during the past few hours. Over and over again, she was sure death would find her. It never did. Of course not. When had she ever been that lucky? But it hadn't been until she was throwing herself headlong through the chaos and destruction of the collapsing chamber that the certainty truly hit her, and the enormity of what had happened to her since she'd left behind her home in Cyrodiil began to set in, in what she believed to be her final moments of life.

Now, as she lay there in the dark among her companions, she allowed the thoughts to return, more clearly this time. More coherent. She thought with a shudder of that poor young girl who Einarr had once loved, and what had become of her just minutes before. That pale, twisted hand that had clung to him sent a wave of ice through her veins. She remembered the chilling, deep voice of the necromancer echoing throughout the chamber as he addressed them so cooly, so calmly. No regard for their innocent lives.

She remembered the Falmer. Their twisted, pale white flesh and slitted, blind eyes, seemingly watching her, following her. How many had she slain? Not just today, but ever since this horrible journey began? How many had almost slain her? Three months ago, she'd never even known that the Falmer truly existed, let alone seen one in the flesh.

But that was before.

For a moment, her mind returned to the present. Some of her companions must have been injured as well, for the smell of fresh blood suddenly seemed to reach her nostrils, though she could not find the strength to look and see who it was. It was almost funny. The Emberlynn from Cyrodiil had hated the sight of blood. But this strange, new Emberlynn...

She thought of the terrifying figure in the darkness -- the monster who had condemned her to this life. This curse had blackened her soul, hardened her, turned her into a monster. And made me faster, tougher. Fearless. She reminded herself.

But was that truly when she began to change? Was it really the transformation that had done this to her? Made her stronger, braver, and hunger for blood and violence? Perhaps she had been changing all along, ever since she first struck down one of her foes with the sword that had been her grandfather's.

What would he think, if he could see her now? If he knew what she had been through. How far she'd come. How much she'd changed. These things she often wondered came echoing back into her mind. And I'll never know... He's gone. All she had left were his journals and his sword. And my memories...

But all memory of her life in Cyrodiil had already begun to fade. It felt like a dream, another lifetime. She had left it all behind her since she began this bizarre quest. Why oh why did I have to stop in Rorikstead? That was where this fiasco had begun, after all. At the inn, when that damned earthquake hit.

It was funny. That was how this had all begun -- a shaking floor, a deafening rumbling, debris falling all around her. She'd thrown herself out the door then, too. Just in the nick of time. And here she was again, back where it all began. It was almost laughable. In fact, she was already laughing. When had she started to laugh? And why? The thought was so amusing, it only made her laugh even louder, her hysterical hiccups and gasps of laughter echoing off the walls.

She hadn't been laughing back in Rorikstead though. Emberlynn had almost died. She was so foolish. She'd even ran back inside to save one of her grandfather's journals...

The journals.

Still giggling, she glanced down at her bag, which she now remembered had been ripped open by the falling rock that had crushed her shoulder. The journals were gone. Everything was gone. All she had was the glowing red sword buckled to her belt, and the ripped and frayed remains of her satchel, now completely empty.

Empty, except for the trembling ball of white fur that clung desperately to the inside, literally shaking so violently that Emberlynn struggled to get her hand around it.

I've lost everything. But somehow this damned ball of fur is still with me.... HAH!

The pale young vampire clung the terrified creature to her chest as the laughter continued to rip through her, broken every so often by a thick sob as rivers of tears coursed down her dirty face.

((LOL Blast from the past for you Generation 1 folk XD Forgive Ember's bizarre breakdown... it was inevitable, I think, and past due haha))

 

[Geel-Kajin]

(WHoah Emberlynn, your ratings for that post is real high!)
Geel entered the terrifying darkness, his eyes barely seeing in the black. He relied mainly on Circe's voice to guide him, only the smallest of flames possible in the cramped rubble. No matter how hard he peered on, how far he gazed into he cracks and nicks of stone, Einarr could not be found. Sometimes he forced himself to see Einarr's form lying beyond his line of sight, just to rouse his hopes the slightest. But everytime he forced himself to believe, he would only be disappointed. There was nobody there.

He fretted when Circe too agreed on what he was trying not to admit: There was no way to find Einarr.

Soon, he left the tunnel, his horn hurting him too badly to carry on. Though it wasn't exactly a mortal blow, the wound revealed a mass of rust brown marrow, which could be dangerous if infected. He needed to get back to the inn soon, else the blood fester and his flesh give pus.

"Melee, is Glass okay?" he asked, worried. The sellsword had fought tooth and nail, and it seemed only right that he should live. He, of all people should live.

 

[Mr.Self Destruct]

"Hngh.." Alistar could feel his snapped and broken ribs grazing against his lung, each breath bringing searing hot pain which forced him to his knees. He propped himself against a wall, trying to rest up a bit. The sprint toward the tunnel in his wounded state had sapped all of his strength, he was barely fit to stand let alone dodge falling rubble and dash to safety. Glancing around, it looked like everyone was present, but looking closer, he found that they were missing two people. Someone who had been severely wounded, or killed, in buying them time for them. And another who had unleashed a dark and sinister power in that chamber.

He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly a wave of intense pain shot up from his side. Alistar gritted his teeth as he looked down, shrapnel the size of a dagger had embedded itself into his side, the wound bleeding profusely. He grunted, touching the wound with a shaking hand before recoiling back in pain. "Argh... somebody, give me a hand here." The shrapnel was too deep to simply pull out without taking flesh with it, he'd need to get his hands dirty to remove it.


(Sorry for short post, busy here.)

 

[Melee]

A high pitched ringing filled Melee's head, making her head hurt and causing her to panic for a brief moment before the noise subsided and she could hear normally again. Dust was still settling from the collapse of the ceiling behind them, and small rocks were still falling from the sealed exit where more massive boulders and larger chunks of rock blocked the way, save for a small, jagged gap. It seemed almost impossible that there was one there, but Circe and Geel worked their way through it, looking for Einarr, who apparently hadn't made it through when the pillars collapsed.

The sudden realization of that thought made Melee sit up with a start, wincing as a slight pain shot through her arms, which must have been injured slightly when the force of the blast threw her into the tunnel they currently found themselves in. She gently closed her fists and opened them again, making sure her injuries didn't interfere with basic hand movements or cause too much pain.

Looking around the cave, it was clear that the majority of their ragtag group was in significant pain and not in the best of health. Melee first ran over to Glass as he lay against a wall of the cave, hopefully unconscious instead of something much worse. Taking a deep breath, she conjured Restoration spells in both of her palms, quickly running her hands over the areas of Glass' body where he needed the most attention, which she judged to be any spots where she could see blood.

After a few minutes, Melee dismissed the spells and stood up, observing Glass' condition. His injuries were not completely healed, but the most fatal wounds had been dealt with, and she could see his chest rise and fall slightly as he breathed. Dusting her hands, Melee glanced around the cave again, frowning slightly as she mentally assessed everyone's wounds. Crow and Edwyn are down there, I think he said something earlier about needing to be healed. And no doubt, from the look of it. Crow patched him up a bit, but it won't help for long. They'll both need help.

Emberlynn's got a gash on her shoulder, a very nasty one at that. Alistar's hurt as well, he's got a large piece of debris in his side and he's breathing heavily. Since he was the closest to her, Melee quickly strode over to Alistar and gently pushed him to lay back against the wall. "Just keep breathing," she said as she gingerly wrapped a hand around the shard and readied a spell in her other hand. "I'm going to heal you a bit, but it's definitely not going to be pleasant." Grimacing, Melee pulled the shard straight out of Alistar's side and immediately moved her healing hand to the wound, watching as the muscles first began to heal themselves, followed by the skin.

When Alistar's wound had mostly closed up, Melee removed her hand. "Don't move too much, you're not completely healed yet and the skin is still very fragile. I'll be back." She stood and looked toward Edwyn, taking a deep breath to allow herself a few seconds of magic regeneration before quickly making her way over to Edwyn and Crow. He had crudely patched up the worst of Edwyn's wounds, and while they hadn't done much, they had stopped some of the blood from escaping his body. Melee treated his wounds much the same as she had done with Glass; she focused on areas where blood spotting was heavy, assuming that these spots were the source of the wounds.

Once Edwyn's breathing had become steadier and more regular, she turned to Crow. Since he was conscious and able to reply, Melee asked him where his worst injuries were, treating them and placing her hands above the areas he pointed out to her. She was beginning to feel exhausted and drained again, physically and mentally. While she was happy to assist people, she was seeing sides of healing she never thought she would. When Melee became a student at the College, she assumed she would hardly ever use restoration magic, and when she did, it would be for very minor instances. She had never expected to use her skills to this degree, and wished that she didn't have to.

Breaking out of her daze, Melee turned her attention to Emberlynn, after telling Crow to relax until she could finish fully healing his wounds later. She slid over to the pale young girl, who was laying on her side curled around the small white rabbit that must've somehow survived the ordeal they had just experienced. Tears were streaming down her face as a miserable and uncontrollable mixture of laughing and sobbing came from Emberlynn's mouth, almost bringing Melee to tears as well. She gently lifted Emberlynn so that she was laying across her lap, exposing the wound that was clearly visible just below her shoulder. Using what she felt would be the last of her magicka until she could sit peacefully for a few moments, Melee held a hand glowing with Restoration magic over the gash, watching as the skin slowly pulled itself back together over freshly healed muscles.

Why Emberlynn was both sobbing and laughing was a mystery to Melee, but at the moment she didn't have the energy to ask about it. She laid Emberlynn back down on the ground so she could cross her legs, sitting in an almost meditative state just as Geel and Circe came back into view. Closing her eyes and placing her palms down on her knees, Melee breathed deeply and tried to focus on getting her mind to be as peaceful as she possibly could. Keeping her eyes closed, she asked, "How are you two? Did you find anything?"

 

[Minstrel]

Circe and Geel came back out of the rubble, their faces were covered in ash and their hopes for finding the boy were almost non existent. As they came back to the group Melee came over to them. She put her hands on her knees and took in a deep breath before speaking.

'How are you two? Did you find anything?'

'We're fine, the same can't be said for Einarr though... Even If he survived the the roof collapsing on him, the amount of ash in there would have chocked him to death.' Circe made sure she didnt speak too loudly, it the others knew that Einarr was probably dead they would panic. 'How about you? I see you have managed to patch up the rest of the group. '

Circe didn't know Einarr, she had only just joined the group and the only person she felt she knew well was Geel. But that boy obviously meant a lot to the group, she only hoped that if she went missing there would be someone looking for her. Of course, she knew noone would. All she was to them was a dirty bloodsucker.

 

[Skyrimosity]

Where am I? What is this? Edwyn was surrounded by nothing but black. He was looking around but seeing only black, nothing else. All of a sudden, Falmer came charging at him from every direction. Oh dear Talos help me! All of a sudden, Geel and the rest of the group came charging in. But where was Einarr? The group was killing tons of Falmer before suddenly everything began shaking and the sky began roaring and they were all killed. N... NO!!!!

Edwyn awoke frantically, looking around in every direction. He was comforted by the sight of everyone in the group, assuring him everything was fine for the moment. But where IS Einarr? He felt significantly better and looked at some of his wounds and was happy to discover they were healed. Melee is a life-saver. Edwyn saw the vampire Circe with a look on her face. It said enough. Circe certainly thought Einarr was dead.

 

[Minstrel]

Once she had finished talking to Melee, Circe moved into the middle of the group.

'Ok everyone, listen to me for a second.' she waited for everyone to look at her before continuing. 'Me and Geel had just been looking in what remains of the chamber for a member of this group, that person is Einarr. I'm sure you all know that it was a narrow escape for all of us, and I am sorry to say that as far a we can see, Einarr didn't make it out of there.'

Most people there were probably very close to Einarr and Circe knew that the news wouldn't go down well. Still, she preferred that she told everyone instead of Geel. She didn't know him at all meaning she wouldn't get emotional.

 

[Geel-Kajin]

Geel nodded, acknowledging not only Einarr's death, but also his failure to complete Farengar's wish. It's strange how one views life, he reflected. When it's in front of us we hardly pay attention to it, yet when it goes we mourn for all it's worth. He still remembered the stubborn boy, not only for his skill but also his good deeds. His hand went subconsciously up to touch his eyelid, unaware of his own action.

You've shown me miracles all your life, Einarr. Now do a final one and come back.

As much as he'd like to believe it, he knew it was impossible. He had seen the cavern with his own eyes- and there was no way anybody could survive the rubble. Geel felt an illogical sense of guilt for planning the cavern's fall. Perhaps if he didn't, Einarr just might have- Don't be stupid, Geel. Would you have had us all run down by the Thane's blade? Sighing, he shook his head, bloodied horn shaking fragments of bone onto the floor.

" Mourn when all lives are secured, there might be falmer reinforcements coming," Geel resorted back to logic, an answer to all problems. "We need to search the other rooms, for anything which might help us in our quest."
Shove everything aside and focus on what needed to be done, run away from all else. Geel tore a scrap of cloth from his robes to bandage his broken horn, wrapping it around the wound.

 

[Hermaeus_Mora]

Glass woke up from his dream, just as every single one of the souls in the dream had been spoken to. Then this is death, i guess. But why am i wearing my armor then? Why are my cuts still hurting? Why do i hear someone talking? He opened his eyes ever so slightly, but failed to see most anything. What he did see was his bloodied gauntlet next to him. The reflection was eerie, as if it had sucked all light from the surrroundings.

With a hoarse voice Glass spoke up. "Am i a prisoner?"

 

[Mr.Self Destruct]

Alistar roared in pain as the shrapnel was pulled from his gut, taking flesh and skin with it as excruciating pain ripped through his body. His limbs went rigid, and he balled his fists while gritting his teeth as the bloody piece of shrapnel clattered against the floor. The pain became cold and numb as Melee worked her magic on the wound, flesh, skin and sinew stitching itself back together. Alistar panted, trying to relax. "Thanks." He said in between heavy breaths, sitting up against the wall. He could feel his snapped ribs sliding back into place, his body piecing itself together.

" Mourn when all lives are secured, there might be falmer reinforcements coming," Geel said as Alistar stood, bracing himself against the wall for support. "We need to search the other rooms, for anything which might help us in our quest." Glancing around, Alistar took note of the tunnel entrances all around, leading to different rooms and areas. "Geel's right, we need to keep moving, we aren't in the clear yet. Gather your bearings, take a look around and grab what you think'll help. There'll be a time to mourn." He added on, his injuries now bearable aside from severe sores and throbbing.

Alistar began taking a look around, searching for anything that could be of aid to the group. He cautiously made his way into one of the rooms, hand wrapped around the grip of his sheathed blade, ready to pull it out of it's scabbard at the first sign of trouble. On either side of him, ancient etchings and engravings decorated the walls. He ran his fingers over the displays of ancient kings and battles, elves clad in strange and exotic armor battling the ancient Nords who made Skyrim their own. The ceiling seemed miles away, tears and breaks in the stone letting in brief rays of sunlight, brightening the otherwise dim and dark room.

Sitting in a beam of light at the far end of the room was an ancient and elven blade, embedded in the stone floor. Alistar approached in awe, the blade must have been thousands of years old. It's hilt was of a beautiful and sleek design, the blade itself emblazoned with ancient carvings and writings. The sword was silver in color, and seemed to glow in the light. Alistar warily raised a hand to run his finger along the blade, the steel was cold and frigid to the touch. The thought that this very sword might have been wielded long ago by warriors long since gone crept into his mind as he wrapped his fingers around the hilt.

With a firm grip around the blade, Alistar dug his heels into the ground before pulling with all of his force. The blade came free from the stone for the first time in centuries, gleaming in the dim light triumphantly. It was very light, and in his hands the blade felt very natural and easy to use. "This is a good blade..." Alistar said lowly to himself, admiring the fine craftsmanship and work that had gone into making it. He tucked the blade into his belt, before making his way back to the group.

 

[Melee]

The news of Einarr's death hit Melee like a ton of bricks slammed into her chest. She opened her mouth in confusion for a brief moment, wondering how such a thing could have happened. I took out the last pillar so that no one would be left behind. Nobody was supposed to get killed by that explosion. Injuries were expected. I could fix those. But death? The finality of what had happened to Einarr was foreign to Melee, and it was difficult for her to grasp the fact that he wouldn't poke his head through the gap in the wall, shyly apologizing for taking so long.

Melee sat still for a few moments, looking away from everyone down the tunnel until a single glimmering tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away without making a sound as she distantly heard Geel and Alistar speak about mourning later once they were sure they would be safe. "They're right," she said curtly as she stood up, taking a deep breath. "We need to get moving out of here. The sooner we're safe, the sooner I can heal any remaining injuries that I couldn't get to last time."

She looked over at Geel, who was tying a piece of cloth around one of his horns, which was now noticeable shorter, most likely due to the avalanche of rocks and boulders they had run through to escape the collapsing cavern. Readjusting the bow and arrows on her back, Melee looked over at Geel before walking a few feet further down the tunnel. "If you'd like," she said to him, "I can heal that horn no problem. I don't think it will grow back, however."

Melee looked at Geel apologetically then turned as she saw Alistar returning from further down the tunnel. Hoping to hear at least some good news from him, she sighed. "What did you find down there? Is there an exit nearby?"

 

[Mr.Self Destruct]

"No, but I did find this." Alistar said while brandishing the ancient blade, how light and natural it felt in his hands was remarkable. "It has some carvings here, see?" He said, running his finger over the strange runes and symbols etched into the blade. "Can you read this, Geel?" Alistar asked, looking up at the Argonian.

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[Minstrel]

As the others talked of mourning Einarr, Circe began to walk into one of the many rooms that led off from the one they had fled to. She had deliberately chosen the one room that didn't appear to be lit. Her eyes scanned the walls as she passed through as small tunnel before entering the main room. The walls, like in every other room were covered with carvings that told tales of hundreds of battles. The craftsmen ship was amazing, it must have taken dozens of men working day and night to complete it.

When she entered the room she was disappointed at first. All that lay before her were more carvings in the walls and a small stone table. She walked around the room and let her fingers run across the table in the centre, still admiring the carving when it occurred to her.

'This isn't just any room, the is a morgue.' she whispered.

She pulled her hand away from the table suddenly realising that ancient bodies had once been lain there.

'Hmm, and I assume the walls will hold the corpses.'

She moved over to the walls smoothly, here eyes were crimson with excitement. She felt the walls for any edges and soon found one, it was a shelf in the wall. Putting both hands around the edges she pulled the shelf out of the wall and it fell to the floor with a huge crash. Dust, that had been trapped for centuries began to float around Circe but she was only interested in what lay on the shelf. It wasn't there thought. No body rested atop of it. Quickly she moved to another shelf and pulled it out, the weight of it would have crushed a lone man. Still, there was nothing.

'Nothing, how can there be nothing? Perhaps Someone has robbed the morgue. Ugh, just when I get excited someone has to go and steal the dead bodies.'

 

[Flint firestorm]

As crow observed alister show geel the blade he suddenly released he did not have his own.then he remembered that he left it down to smash the pillar. At first crow considered asking Alistervfor one of his but decided against it, relising that it would be unfair for Alister to have to compensate for crows mistake.

Seeing as how Alister found a blade in the ruins crow began searching for a blade of his own. As he searched he saw Circe pulling out and searching coffins. "what, are you shoping for a new bed?"he said, his voice heavy with spite.

 

[Minstrel]

Circe had heard Crow enter the room but ignored him until he spoke.

'Oh Crow, why are you you so stereotypical?' Circe said in a slow, mocking tone once he had made his spiteful comment. 'You do not judge the werewolf in our group. They kill with such hatred, far worse than my own... Or is it just me you have a problem with? But then again, I have done nothing to harm you...'

Circe approached Crow. When she was mere inches from him she grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground. He struggled, but not as much as she thought he would.

'Notice how I am not as nice as I was to the others? That is because they have said nothing to annoy me. If people are nice to me, I am nice to them. A rare thing for my kind to do.'

She moved her head towards his neck and opened her mouth, but just before she was about to bite she dropped him back on his feet, pulled away and smiled before leaving the room and returning to the group.