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She had just entered the druidic circle when she felt it. Like a slight static shock to her finger tips, though this was a familiar pain and she turned towards the scattered stones. Raising a hand and calling in sylvan for the runes to show her what the disturbance was.
The stones formed and the great pool at the center brought forth terrible images of carnage and death, though the glowing red blade and the dying worgs was a familiar sight. She knew the blade and in turn knew the wielder in an instant. The pool shifted and shimmered until it showed a great mound of dead wolves lashed together and the unknown slayer hefting the dead worgs onto their shoulders. When Signe's eyes fell on the armor she gave a sigh of relief. "From the winter storm returns the mountain lord. To reclaim lands lost in times of darkest absence. To drive out the usurpers who dance and jeer of things untrue. Return does the Mountain Lord to her home." She waves a hand over the pool, intoning another sylvanic spell. But the spell doesn't do as she hoped, it doesn't compel the Mountain Lord to return with haste, the spell fails and this brings Signe great alarm.
She searches the pool for answers and when she finds none she is about to cast more spells when the pool shifts. The Mountain Lord's image is lost as black tendrils wisp out of the sides of the pool. The entire pool was black as pitch until a pair of eyes appeared at its center, followed swiftly by the chants of a language banned from ever being uttered in their woods.
She raised both hands, dispelling the power she had awakened in the druidic circle, but as the stones parted she knew she was oo late. The bones around her started to shaek, rattle and gather together. To form a host of beasts that should no longer walk the earth. Animals and fallen foes alike started at her with long empty eye sockets that now had a buning flame of hate within them. A hate for all that which lived.
But the words that beast had uttered chilled her to the bone. Especially as she rained flame and stone on the dead that were trying to break awy from facing her. Break away and run west, run west towards the Mountain Lord and any that traveled with her. She shifted then into her proud form, the might bear towering over the dead as she roared in challenge.
The words still echoed in her mind even then, so much so her roars would summon her warriors to her aid. To aid her in stopping that which sought to end her sister. A fate she opposed with all her might.
"Bring death swiftly to the last."