Erinnia distributed the ear plugs. The area was bathed in tomblike silence anyway. Nigel led them down some simple stairs. They found a room that extended ten feet to both sides of the door and twenty feet across. The floor was stone. There was an opening in the middle of the wall across from them or to the south. They took a step.
The wavy form of a young woman appeared in the room! She opened her lips to speak!
“The bean sidhe– the woman fairy- the Banshee΄! Woe!” Boomer shouted.
It came.
The screech of the Banshee΄!
Pain, nausea, vertigo, panic, and fear enveloped them. The earplugs saved lives. The image of the pretty young woman faded.
Cade, Eomore, Vanni, Nigel, Big Jon, Lyana, and Boomer collapsed. The ear plugs prevented their deaths, but they entered a deep trance and could not be awakened.
Only those of enhanced Magick remained conscious, and they were in excruciating pain. Roscoe had been diminished upon the plain of Ooranth. He was too weak to continue. All color left Knarra, Eyerthrein and Kyrsstina’s hair, leaving their locks as white as new fallen snow!
The ear plugs prevented verbal communication. Roscoe pointed his staff toward the stone floor and etched elfish runes. Cara, Erinnia, and Knarra also cast Write Spells.
“I’ll guard them as best I can,” Roscoe etched in the floor. “Someone should carry this staff.”
“You should keep the staff to guard yourself and our comrades,” Cara etched by moving her index finger and guiding the formation of elfish runes.
“You battle a foe that none of us have ever faced. You need everything we have to face her. Magick is our only chance,” Roscoe wrote.
Cara wrote, “You will keep the staff.”
Roscoe sighed, grasped the Staff of Sagain, and faced the opening of the room.
Cara motioned to the others to proceed to the opening in the wall to the south.
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