[PQ] [HUNT] willow weep for me

His team, Ronin would learn, were very capable indeed. It was unfortunate, however, that he would not get to see them in action right away. Whilst they went about their preparations, the ex-captain took himself away into the forest in the vague direction of the crying. The eagle-eyed in the group - and most likely the lion who prowled the outskirts - might notice the silhouette of something ghostly and celestial pass through the trees. It was definitely Ronin shaped and definitely moved like the guildmaster... but it couldn't possible be him, could it? Either way, it weaved through the woodland and was gone, obscured by the trees. A few moments later, the crying stopped. And then a howling scream tore through the forest, shattering the peace of the night. The group would easily make out the celestial version of Ronin, sprinting at full pelt towards the spiky barricade and the ring of torches. Behind it, a bedraggled and skeletal woman lurched in pursuit. Her mouth was agape in a perfect, black O, that howl still ringing out of it, and hands with fingers much longer than fingers should be raked at the air, trying to tear the astral projection to ribbons. The not-Ronin disappeared promptly, just as it reached the barricade, and the battle would begin in earnest. Ronin has baited the banshee to you! Attack, attack! No post order. You have 48 hours to respond! RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.