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"Ahhh~ Oof!" Abel cooed, as he slowly fell backwards onto his back. He had not seen the lion burst in, as his eyes were closed. However, it was a good thing that he had decided to lay back right then, because that lion leaped right over his laying body. When the lion roared, Abel blinked a couple of times and began to chuckle quietly. "Haa... It's a lion." he blinked a couple more times. "..." Suddenly, it all clicked in his head. He opened his mouth and spoke so that only he could hear it. "Buh-bye~"

The mercenary began to roll away and then shifted into a crawl. The beast's attention was no longer on him. He made his way to the edge of the ger and watched the lion and the Chieftain stare each other down. It looked like the nomad was being effected, too. It was then that Abel realized that this song was causing him to be so sluggish. Even though he was under the influence of this odd spell, Abel knew that he had to do something to help. He didn't know how to snap out of it, but he had a theory. He got the way he was because of the song, right? So, if you block the sound from getting through, maybe he would be cured.

Abel looked into his pack and pulled out his roll of bandages. Naturally, he... carried a lot. He began to unravel a long strip, then struggled with the roll as he bit off the length he needed. He was getting a little dizzy, whether that was normal under the circumstances or not. But, he still knew that he had to somehow pull through. Not fully knowing what he was doing, Abel began to wrap the strip under his chin and over the top of his head, making sure to cover his ears well. He tied that strip, then bit off another strip and did the same thing with it, until he could no longer hear much of anything. Abel looked around the room and things started to become more clear. His energy began to return, as well. He grinned at his success. He was able to beat the song.. at the cost of his sense of sound.

Now that he was good to go, Abel pulled out his sword, held it high, then swung it down hard. From the sword protruded a large blast of piercing wind and it soared right for where the lion was. In the enclosed space, it would be kind of hard to avoid. It was also impossible to not damage the building. Abel looked at the nomad for a moment, then ran out of the ger. His roll of bandages was still on the ground by the wall.

Once he was outside, Abel looked around frantically. He had wanted to know what was going on. He didn't want to go into battle with some lion! If it turned out that the nomad needed help, he would give it, but not until he knew what was going on. As the mercenary looked into the sky, he immediately saw the wyvern with the Learanian banner flowing in the wind. The boy's eyes widened and he shook his head in disbelief. "No... no, that's-" He looked at who was riding the wyvern and though he could not make out any distinguishing features, he could see two figures aboard. One of them had wings! Abel didn't really know anything about herons or what they could do, but he knew that this wyvern rider was making it look like Learania was attacking. He couldn't let that stand! The mercenary didn't know who these impostors were, but he was not about to let them get away with what they were doing.

Angry at what he was seeing, Abel gripped his blade, then swung it up, diagonally. He then swung it across, then down diagonally down. It was just like before, when attacking the lion. Only this time, there were three large blasts of piercing wind headed toward the moving object.

Finally noticing the smoke coming from the Eydar camp, Tarral hurried along the dirt path back to his tribe. When he reached his home, the roars of fires, the screams of death, and the melody of a songstress traveled to his ears. For some reason panic didn't set in. Quickly he ran to his ger to check on Kirrin. Logic would predict him to be there.

Upon reaching the tent Tarral saw a young man with bandages wrapped around his head rush out carrying his sword. The druid recognized him as the Learanian mercenary he had hired a while ago. Seconds later Kirrin crawled out of the building that was sure to collapse any minute with a roll of bandages in one hand and his sword still clenched in the other. “Brother, help me,” the nomadic trooper called out. Tarral stared absentmindedly. "With what?" Oh if only this spell didn't affect him, Kirrin would smack his younger brother for being so stupid. Kirrin pointed to the ger. “There's a blood thirsty beast. We must stop it.”

Calmly the true chieftain opened the tome he carried and began to chant. He wasn't sure what he was suppose to be aiming for since the lion hadn't emerged from the ger just yet, but at least this spell had some range. "When light is overlapped with darkness, let my enemy be engulfed by a world of shadows. Eclipse!"

Meanwhile Kirrin copied Abel by wrapping the bandages around his head; however, the job was rushed and some of the sounds still could be heard. At least he could fight somewhat. The trooper mounted his steed and readied himself to defend the real chieftain.

((Yes the horse came out of his a**. I'm being rushed by family. Deal with it.))

Siegell laughed to himself, his little enchanted axe flying through the air over and over, cutting down men and women as they fled, returning to his hand for another throw. It was easily the most efficient way to kill, albeit not the most fun, but the Wyvern Lord was in a bit of a rush, so--

Shastah rocked hard to the right as a blade of wind swept upward, opening a long gash in his tail, which elicited a shrieking, pained roar from the great beast. "Gyah!" Siegell shouted, snarling behind his mask. A quick survey of the village made it immediately clear whence the attack had come-- that smarmy Eyris kid with the Wind Blade who was always getting in the way of things. He sheathed his axe as Shastah circled around, then drew a Spear from its mount on his saddle.

No words were needed. He gently squeezed Shastah's back with his legs, and the Wyvern went into a dive that ended with a turn as his rider swung the Spear out, with the intent to drag it through Abel's neck-- but turned, thrusting the blade instead at Tarral's face as he swept past!

He was concerned, though. If this kid was here, then there was at least a chance there were others not far behind. The village was in blazes by now, and the ground stained red with the blood of many. He was sure more had escaped than the last village, but no matter. He would avoid attacking Abel-- if he was lucky, the remaining villagers would take the boy out, and there would be no witnesses...

He swept up into the air and swung his spear once over his head. "Alright, enough! Learania, finish up and pull out!" he shouted, before pulling his arm back and whipping the spear down at the ground. One Eydar was at last stringing his bow, preparing to fire now that he had recovered from Elise's song.

Siegell's spear pierced his stomach and continued through, pinning him to the ground. "Scatter! Take out any survivors you find!" And with that, barring any interference with his escape, he urged Shastah on over the burning trees, staying above the canopy to remain less visible to fleeing archers.

It was too late to stop the spell or change the target by the time Tarral spotted the lion dashing towards Kirrin. He could only watch as that monster bit into the horse. All of the sudden he could hear the sound of wings flapping closing in. Unfortunately or fortunately he moved his body and head in the wrong direction. So instead of a thrust into the skull Tarral got slashed across the face. The cut reached from one cheek, over the bridge of his nose, and skipped a part of the other side of his face. Tarral yelped in agony.

While Kirrin was pulling the string of his Killer bow back and aiming at the fast approaching feline, he suddenly felt spear impale him through the stomach. The spear ripped him from his saddle then pinned him to the ground. How could this have happened so quickly? “I-I f-failed the tribe... This must have b-been why the sp-spirits d-didn't ch-chose m-me.” He coughed blood as he tried to speak. Kirrin's blood pooled around him when the wyvern rider pulled back his spear and flew above the tree tops. The second in command of the Eydar nomads grunted in pain. All he could do was lay there and bleed to death. Baldric's kill was stolen by Siegell.

The steed let out shrieking neighs until its windpipe was either crushed or torn open by sharp fangs. It kicked and flailed about in Baldric's jaws. At this point its rider had already been knocked off. So it could only hurts itself and Baldric with its squirms.

Just as the brothers teamed up they were torn apart. One was lying on the ground practically dead. The other covered his face in anguish. Tarral pulled from his garb pocket an elixir to heal the wound across his face. Within moments it stopped bleeding and began to scar. Now that he could see clearly, the chieftain noticed his older sibling. "No.... NO NONONO!" Something snapped in Tarral's mind. The young man let out a crazed laugh as he flipped open his Eclipse tome. He began to chase after the Wyvern Lord. He didn't care if this was suicide; that he was lucky to even be alive right now. As long as he could speak the druid would keep chanting spells. Among the trees below he unleashed dark magic. A grim smile stayed on his scarred face. Perhaps the revengeful spirits had possessed the chieftain or maybe his sanity had finally left completely.

The survivors ran in every which way. Self-preservation caused them flee. The men sacrificed themselves to hold off the invaders as the women and children attempted to escape.

All of their efforts would go to waste. The Eydar tribe would be successfully destroyed soon enough.

Cairne just clung to Shade's ethereal fur, letting the summoned dog do the guiding. This, of course, meant the Summoner had nothing of importance to do (Shade was essentially on autopilot, after all). And men with nothing to do generally think.

Now that I think about it... the elders acted as though they'd never known about the attack until I told them. But how could they not have known? Everyone knows Elders Shamir and Kusume can foresee events of the "dangerous" variety... so how come they didn't tell us?

They wouldn't know about it and NOT tell us... so they couldn't have known it happened.

...

A chill ran down Cairne's spine as he realized what that meant.

But we're so spread out. If any tribe is attacked, they won't get any help. And they don't understand the power of the group--that woman, who can sing anyone and everyone harmless. That... flying man, with powerful weapons of terrible magic and a desire to do nothing but destroy. And the beast, the magic flying from the woods.

...I hope the elders have a good reason to give Learania the benefit of the doubt. Otherwise, while we play their game of leading them to the graveyards of our people, Learania wipes us out.

"I won't let that happen," he growled under his breath.

Master, we are here, Shade added, slowing his paces now.

"Oh?"

The smell of burnt flesh and ruined gers reached his nostrils.

"...Thank you, Shade."

Now it was up to Learania to find "proof". As for Cairne...

He dismounted, rolling up his sleeves.

He had burying to do.

...Just as soon as Shade could dig a deep enough hole, find a corpse for Cairne to drag into it, and then add the dirt back into the hole.

...Shut up.

As the group began to look around and take in the horror of what they were seeing, things became eerily silent. No birds were chirping, no other animals scurrying, no anything. Not even the blind nomad with the enhanced hearing would hear anything aside from movement taken by the group itself. The place truly had the feel of a graveyard suddenly creep on it.

Then, an echoing chant echoed in the wind. It would have been a familiar voice, if it wasn't being distorted. It rushed passed the group, possibly before anyone could hear it. Only the sharp of hearing would notice it, anyway.

At first, it seemed like it had been nothing. Enough time passed to think it really was just the wind and that getting back to work would be best. However, just as guards were let down, footsteps were taken out of the nearby forested area. Soon enough, the group would see a small army coming toward them. Once sight of the group was achieved the soldiers charged forward. They made no battle cries. Something about them didn't even seem human. They began to clash against the group. But, there was something even more dangerous there, as well.

A loud roar suddenly rang out. Loud flapping of wings could be heard by the forested area that the army came out of. A monstrous beast rode into the air and flew toward the charred encampment. It landed with a thud and roared again. Describing how the beast looked was nearly unbearable. But it had not landed to simply stand there and look intimidating. Once it caught sight of a few people of the group, it raised its head, thrust it forward, and let out an excruciatingly deadly, diseased, nose-busting blast of dragon's breath, ending all who did not manage to avoid it.

Some of the soldiers got caught in the breath as well. They fell to the ground and dissolved as if they were never there. But that was not the effect of the dragon's breath, all soldiers who were felled dissolved into the earth. This army was undead.

Once the the beast had finished the first blast, it roared again and prepared to attack once more. The Dracozombie had entered the field.

There was a sudden roar behind the swordmistress. She quickly looked behind her, gasped, then suddenly jumped out of the way as the horrifying stench he called a flame breath by passed her, just grazing the tip of her dress a bit. Kalilah shrieked, patting her clothes down so the flames didn't expand anymore. That jerk! Didn't that dra-wait....dragon? DRAGON!? ZOMBIE DRAGON!? HOLY FATHER SKY WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT THING!?!?!

The young swordmistress scrambled to her feet and took her stance. Her hand carefully placed over the hilt of her Wo Dao, ready to strike back if needed. However, after being told that the....dracozombie...whatever that was, will be difficult to beat or even take down.

Whoa whoa whoa! Time-out for a minute! Now there's a horde of undead zombies!? Are you kidding!? However, these zombies were the people that were just killed before them! Kalilah couldn't attack!

Her hands shook lightly, a little hesitant to return the attack. How could she raise a hand over her own tribesman? She can't! She just can't! But she needed to, they were no longer human and nothing can save them. Kalilah looked at them with sorrowful eyes and unsheathed her sword, holding it out in front of her as she said a few prayers for them. "Forgive me my friends...". Once her short prayers were done, the sword swung through the air in a horizontal way as a zombie tried to creep up to her.

Kalilah wouldn't allow it. She sheathed her sword once more, using one of the undead as a sort of tool for her to jump over. So she had a good few zombies around her. Well this was a pickle wasn't it? Kalilah looked around, then popped her Wo dao a little out of its case before she grasped it and swung it toward the ground. Few seconds later, her image disappeared. The only thing anybody could feel were the winds moving quickly around them. She appeared behind the said few zombies and charged through, sheathing her sword and in the process, watched them crumble to bits and pieces. Her seriousness+her Wo Dao...yea, nobody wanted to be hit by that.