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And play to it Loren would.
The singing abruptly halts as the healer makes his way through the woods, sticks and leaves crunching underfoot, his whistling a stark contrast to the banshee's wail.
Silence, for what feels like days.
But as Loren spies the riverbank, he will see her. Hunched over the water, skeletal and cloaked in rags and moss, the banshee spies him with too-bright eyes through a curtain of matted hair.
The birds chirp a warning just before she screeches, and flings herself towards him with unnatural speed.
The banshee attacks Loren! Its screech SUCCESSFULLY paralyzes him. (She crit, sorry!)
The singing abruptly halts as the healer makes his way through the woods, sticks and leaves crunching underfoot, his whistling a stark contrast to the banshee's wail.
Silence, for what feels like days.
But as Loren spies the riverbank, he will see her. Hunched over the water, skeletal and cloaked in rags and moss, the banshee spies him with too-bright eyes through a curtain of matted hair.
The birds chirp a warning just before she screeches, and flings herself towards him with unnatural speed.
The banshee attacks Loren! Its screech SUCCESSFULLY paralyzes him. (She crit, sorry!)
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