Round 96

Jeane stands at the edge of the crumbling platform high above Halie and Seraphine, her dark leather wings half-spread for balance as she glares into the abyssal darkness below. You fools! She hisses, voice echoing with barely contained rage despite maintaining the binding circle that contains the writhing spirit before them. Did you learn nothing from Merrin's demise? This entire tower is a deathtrap—every corridor, every chamber drips with ancient malice!

Her crimson eyes flash dangerously as she continues, The very stones weep dark energies! Those... She gestures contemptuously toward the halted skeletons below. ...abominations are merely the most obvious manifestation of this place's corruption! Tread carefully or join your friend in whatever fate awaits those who meddle with forces beyond mortal comprehension!

Jeane's voluptuous form trembles slightly—not with fear, but with barely restrained fury and power as she maintains the binding circle. I hold this thing alone—barely!—while you two scramble like frightened mice! What use are your prayers down there when I need every ounce of arcane might just to contain this... She spits the word. ...essence?!

Her voice drops to a dangerous growl, Find Merrin if you must, but do not bring this tower's wrath back upon us all! The price of failure here is final—and I have no intention of paying it with my life... or yours.

The cold air here feels wrong—unnatural. These aren't natural bones. I need a moment to pray over the symbols on the wall, maybe there's something sacred we can use against whatever's down here.

She lowers her crossbow and kneels before the ancient carvings, closing her eyes as she begins to murmur prayers in an arcane tongue. The symbols seem to shimmer faintly under her ministrations, responding to the divine energy she channels through them.