Water and fire and force of arms combined to slay the unquiet spirit, and though Hadama stood ready to bring his Gravity Spikes down upon the ancient, jilted lover there was no need. Aurelia's magic was enough to deal the fatal blow, and the Tidebreaker gave his fellow Torcher a deep nod of respect for her prowess.
"I was not injured," he assured Talyson. "They seemed focused on Aurelia. And then Zavien when he defended her." Perhaps Aurelia had been close enough in appearance to the women who had abandoned or betrayed each of the Villi, and Zavien's defense had been similar enough to that of their old lover's newer paramour to cause the misunderstanding. Or perhaps anyone passing through the area would have triggered their jealous rage, aimed as much at the living as any half-remembered cause of their undeath. Either way, the dissipation of their lingering spirits had hopefully sent them on to Mort's halls.
Or else destroyed them completely. But in either case the Barrows would be a little safer moving forward.
The moon shone down upon the little valley between the man-made hills of yore and Hadama looked up at it, making silent calculations. "We should head back," he suggested, inclining his head to their leader. "This was a difficult fight. And I will not be able to heal again until I have slept." Triggering another Villi encounter might be even more dangerous without his healing burst. And some of the spirits were quite a bit tougher than others.
Hadama waxes philosophical and then suggests calling it a night for now.
"I was not injured," he assured Talyson. "They seemed focused on Aurelia. And then Zavien when he defended her." Perhaps Aurelia had been close enough in appearance to the women who had abandoned or betrayed each of the Villi, and Zavien's defense had been similar enough to that of their old lover's newer paramour to cause the misunderstanding. Or perhaps anyone passing through the area would have triggered their jealous rage, aimed as much at the living as any half-remembered cause of their undeath. Either way, the dissipation of their lingering spirits had hopefully sent them on to Mort's halls.
Or else destroyed them completely. But in either case the Barrows would be a little safer moving forward.
The moon shone down upon the little valley between the man-made hills of yore and Hadama looked up at it, making silent calculations. "We should head back," he suggested, inclining his head to their leader. "This was a difficult fight. And I will not be able to heal again until I have slept." Triggering another Villi encounter might be even more dangerous without his healing burst. And some of the spirits were quite a bit tougher than others.
Hadama waxes philosophical and then suggests calling it a night for now.
