OoC: Sorry for the wait, but Cio is blind to posting order apparently. Also holidays take up time... and, well, the list of excuses could go on. ^^;;

BiC:

An odd feeling crept over the illusionist. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. The bard was not who he claimed to be, or, in this case, who he claimed not to be. Someone had to have caused all of this, and I highly doubt that the perpetrator has left. The blood is still fresh, for the most part.

Meghana turned to see his fingers elegantly moving across the harp in his hands, emitting a sound, penetrating and deep. The music played on, the feeling it gave the tamer was not a soothing one, but an uneasy one.

I can't help but feel like something is going to happen... It seemed that her feelings got ahead of the game because she had just taken a few steps back when a clammy hand reached out for her ankle. Her eyes widened with disgust. She didn't hesitate in yelling out, “What's this?!”

Immediately, the woman turned to the bard, seeing that his hands continued to play as the corpses around her began to rise. She looked to the blue skinned being to see the bodies surrounding him were doing the exact same thing. Her eyes darted, needing to think of a plan quickly.

It must be that song... Meghana's mind worked, trying to find a solution, but all the same, she couldn't help but find this as more of a story than a battle or a challenge to survive. But, any attempt to reach the musician was futile, the bodies preventing moving much anywhere impossible. Only one thing to do... Her voice rang through the air, screaming the name of her dragon, in a hope that it would hear her, “Mindgleam!”

Having such a strong connection with the creature, it was only natural that the dragon came, circling the air above the city within seconds, all the while Meghana was avoiding the undead beings that approached her. Happy to see the winged silver streak in the sky, she whistled it over, much like one would do to a dog.

It landed, promptly, crushing a several corpses with a sickening 'squish' sound.

Not caring about the lack of subtly, the tamer smiled, patting the dragon's head gently. “Mindgleam, I've managed to get myself into a new chapter...”

It snorted a puff of smoke and its eyes, seeming like slits at the moment, surveyed at all the walking bodies. It turned to its master and bent down, offering its back.

“No, Mindgleam, I think this chapter is too good to miss, but I'll probably still need your assistance with all the enemies we're facing...”

OoC: Lalala... songs are fun. 'Specially when it involves dead people. :]

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