(OOC - Hee...I changed her name to Sonata. Music!)
Sonata glances furtively around, but doesn't see the hardheads yet. With a furtive smile, she focuses on the battle again.
Well...why not?
She takes a rather impressively deep breath, holds it for a moment, and then begins to sing. The words are part of an Achereon marching ballad...paced like a heartbeat, with a relentless, inevitable rhythm...but the words are the least of the song. Her voice seems to explode out of her like a thing alive, expanding outward in an invisible wave that breathes color into a world that didn't seem black and white until it hit you. Eddies and gusts of wind flicker and play nearby, as if the air itself were compelled to dance.
"Armies clash and soldiers fall, two steps, two steps...
Cubes crash through it all, keep up, keep up...
Draw your sword! Nock your bow!
Shields high! Javelins throw!
Today we win, or death will follow,
We'll have another war tomorrow..."
Though nothing changes in reality...in the minds-eye, one can almost see the shades of warriors struggling all around, as if the warehouse and its surroundings had become a giant battlefield. Istevan feels strength flood into him, erasing the weariness of a long fight and giving him renewed vigor and confidence!
Still singing, Sonata pulls her crossbow around on its strap so she's holding it, and carefully loads a bolt.
(bardic music as standard, ready crossbow as move, Istevan has +1 to hit and damage now! Yaaaaay! )
Sonata glances furtively around, but doesn't see the hardheads yet. With a furtive smile, she focuses on the battle again.
Well...why not?
She takes a rather impressively deep breath, holds it for a moment, and then begins to sing. The words are part of an Achereon marching ballad...paced like a heartbeat, with a relentless, inevitable rhythm...but the words are the least of the song. Her voice seems to explode out of her like a thing alive, expanding outward in an invisible wave that breathes color into a world that didn't seem black and white until it hit you. Eddies and gusts of wind flicker and play nearby, as if the air itself were compelled to dance.
"Armies clash and soldiers fall, two steps, two steps...
Cubes crash through it all, keep up, keep up...
Draw your sword! Nock your bow!
Shields high! Javelins throw!
Today we win, or death will follow,
We'll have another war tomorrow..."
Though nothing changes in reality...in the minds-eye, one can almost see the shades of warriors struggling all around, as if the warehouse and its surroundings had become a giant battlefield. Istevan feels strength flood into him, erasing the weariness of a long fight and giving him renewed vigor and confidence!
Still singing, Sonata pulls her crossbow around on its strap so she's holding it, and carefully loads a bolt.
(bardic music as standard, ready crossbow as move, Istevan has +1 to hit and damage now! Yaaaaay! )
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