I guard your death.
Recent Responses
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*The Banshee tries to scream as she feels her essence being drained away into Prospero's bottle.*
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*Shakes her head, rolls over and tries to get some rest... just bad dreams*
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*The Banshee awakes with a start from the floor of her cell*
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*Her blood runs cold as she sees exactly who is following Prospero*
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*Glares at Prospero with murderous rage as he departs*
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*The Banshee's eyes widen in horror*
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*Banshee keeps her eyes downcast, not wishing to meet Oberon's gaze.*
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*The Banshee trembles as the Lord of The Third Race makes his presence known*
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*Watches the signal fly off on it's course*
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*The Banshee tenses in pain as Pele's power flows through her, mingling with her own.*
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*The Banshee also sits and closes her eyes, marshaling what power she still has.*
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*Rolls her eyes, half convinced Hermes made that crack on purpose.*
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*Gives Hermes a look that says he better keep his own mouth shut if he wants to keep those feet along with his other extremities*
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*Shoots Hermes a glare*
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*Trashes furiously as Prospero relives her of the cell*
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*Trashes about in her chains, desperately trying to reach for the cell*
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The Banshee’s Bio
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My voice can seduce or mesmerize... or bring pain beyond imagining.

