HEROIC REALMS

A female scream echoes throughout the stronghold:

Before the early morning rise a female scream echoes throughout the stronghold; it awakens all that were asleep. Anyone exiting their cabin to investigate the voice can see a female adorned in a white robe. Her body lifelessly hovers three or more feet above the ground and drifts away from the cabins toward Dark Entry road…Within moments, she seems to evaporate into air.

Laurelin is awakened from an intense and vivd dream where questions were about to be answered if not for that bloody scream! Sitting up from where she had fallen asleep beside the Ent, she looks around not seeing the source, though she could venture to guess... the Banshee. More omens of death.

Frowning, she stands and dusts herself off, uttering in a soft whisper, "Where are you Ickathon?"

Having already been awake from the last hot potato pass, Artha quickly jumps into his boots without tying them, and heads out the door with barely enough time to grab his staff. He starts to approach the spirit, but before he gets more than a few paces, she vanishes. He growls out a curse in Draconian, walking over to where the spirit vanished and looking around for any traces of anything relating to the spirit, though assuming he's going to find as little as last time. Blasted banshee... stop toying with us and give us some kind of sign!

Israfil looks out of his tent, having been awake, but not feeling the need to get up. Screaming, on the other hand,is a very good reason t get up.

"Let's see," he thinks in a very low mumble,"floating female, loking rather dead... Yeah, this is a good sign."

Noticing Artha, Israfil makes his way over to him and says, "So, any idea what's going on? I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that what ever that thing was is not trying to help theflowers grow."

"It's that banshee again... she showed up last moon and I'm starting to get tired of this nonsense... screaming and nothing else." Artha sighs. "Oh well. Some mysteries wait again."