Of Tears and Blood
Fourteenth Day of the First Month 294 AC
Ghoyan Drohe, New City
Water was the stuff of life, it is the blood that beats in every heart, it is the mist on every breath. In the water of the womb are men born and even from their graves a trickle flows to feed the worms, insects and other humble things. Man may be mortal, but the water that flows through the body and nourishes the soul is old enough to have quenched the thirst of elder beasts when the world was young and it would flow and shape the world so long as it endured. That was a lesson the Three in Green learned a century too late to aid their kin in the breaking of their realm, a moment too soon to find peace.
Once they had been sorcerers of fair Ghoyan Drohe of the singing strams, workers of ephemeral wonders and speakers of the river once called affectionately Little Sister by those who dwelt along its banks. Now they were memory of water flowing, eternity folded in three luminous forms and they remembered.
The shadow of dragon's wings.
The screams of children seeing their whole world tumble around them in fire and ruin.
The wails of those lead away in chains.
Tears into the river flowing.
The three woke but could not be roused, they watched the breaking of their home, they raged, but the veil held against them thick and heavy like s shroud. They listened as silence fell and only the rain wept over the city of their birth, as willow roots worked their way under once-colorful paving stones and worms are away at flesh and old bones. Rage wore away into acceptance as rivers flowed towards the sea. Almost they loosed their grip, almost they found peace.
Defilers came, with stolen flame and incantations of the enemy into the very tombs that had lain untouched since the fall. Always taking always stealing.
Blood to water passed.
New voices strange and loud echoed over the river, they spoke the tongue of the accursed Freehold, but poorly, colonials, petty settlers sewpt before the wings of the dragonlords. Not so different from those with whom the Three-
Many had once traded in peace. Stone they tore at but not flesh... until... until... the Dragon.
It didn't die,
she didn't die. All was dust in the dragon's wake. Sorrow begets weakness begets sorrow, once the Three had known this, once they had lived by it. Now water flowed where it will.
A thought echoed through the ether, a subtle susurration that living men would have found fair, a greeting and a pledge to honor parley. It tasted sweet and bitter all at once, like nothing that had ever been spoken in the silence of the mind over fair Ghoyan Drohe. It did not taste of fire or of pride.
Eyes... eyes.. flesh that should not be. What horror had the fools unleashed? The thought was sharp immediate, terror almost touching the immediacy of life.
They sought to steal the air from its lungs to drown it where it flew like some obscene growth upon the heavens, driving killing mist though every orifice.
"Bide a while dancing," it said threads of light flowing from this eyes, each to bind one of the spirits to its will and there was music familiar and strange and dance they had to do.
Twelve heartbeats only the magic held... twelve heartbeats was enough, to know the purpose in its words, to read compassion in eyes that looked upon them. To hear the freehold was dead and gone.
Three did not think as one for as the music's hold died one withdrew and two lashed out: "Liar! Monster! Defiler!" Blows like hail fell upon otherworldly flesh harder than stone, but in time water would wear away stone.
Enemy:
2x
Prana Ghost Hydrokineticists
Neutral (may decide to rejoin its fellows depending on tactics used):
1x
Prana Ghost Hydrokineticist
Party:
Xor (Currently attacked over the river)
Valaena (Flying overhead invisible on Dawnfyre)
Mercy (Flying overhead invisible)
Argo (Standing on the bank of the river 30 ft away)
Shara (Standing on the bank of the river 30 ft away has a readied action to cast or use her launcher)
How do the party face this threat?
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OOC: As a small hint if you decide to have Dawnfyre breathe on the two hostile ghosts it is unlikely the one Xor managed to convince not to attack will remain non-hostile. Not yet edited.