Sisters of the Song

==Loot==
==Lore==
===Enter battle===
:[Your fingers across your harp do dance,
:Slender and dexterous, as true as a lance,
:That strikes the great monster in its blackest of hearts,
:And brings joy and glory as a new age it starts.
:A second tune rises from Xalis' fingers,
:It embraces your tune, caresses and lingers.
:Then come two tongues, elven and soft,
:Singing the tune and sending it aloft.
:The great epic poem is formed in the air,
:A cry to the heavens from voices so fair,
:Of great heroes, their bodies now dust,:
:But their deeds remembered, as ever they must.
:Battles and victories, hearts sundered by loss,
:Wandering men and the world they did cross.
:Dragons and demons, men, orocs, and elves,
:Gnomes and felpuur, and the great gods themselves.
:All these things flow in and out of the tale,
:Swept through the shadows as the night you regale.
:Medea is perfect, her harp and voice one,
:Xalis is magnificent, not to be outdone.
:Together you do what no other two could,
:Your song shakes the rafters and trembles the wood.]
CHORUS
::Behold, human friend, who wears the form of an elf,
::See the shapes forming, and master yourself.
::For the Sisters are here, the songstresses five.
::But now is the hard part, if you wish to survive.
:[The chorus' grim words echo inside,
:As a piercing melody seems to deride,
:All the achievements of man, woman, and child,
:Our little forays into the world of music so wild.
:Five eldritch forms take shape in the dark,
:With flowing dresses and magical spark.:
:Music surrounds them like an eldritch haze,
:And somehow you know it's on doom that you gaze.]
SISTERS OF THE SONG
::Foolish children, so haughty and sure,
::Dare come to this place, and knock on our door!
::You think to summon us, like lowly arcane creatures,
::An imp to amuse you, djinn to serve as your teachers?
::We Sisters must punish your so frivolous use,
::Of our name and our song, and cut your souls lose.
::Death is the punishment, the price you must pay,
::With our powerful music two elves we shall slay.
XALIS
::Wait, Sisters -- hear me! Listen and heed,
::This was my doing, born of my need.
::Medea is innocent, please leave her be-
SISTERS OF THE SONG
::Ever so touching, but tiresome are thee.
::No mercy we grant, no quarter we give,
::Death is upon you, neither shall live.
:[Xalis leaps forward, before you can stop him,
:Playing his harp, singing a war hymn.
:And the Sisters do twitch, as though in pain,
:Music is a weapon, these creatures' bane.
:You strike your strings too, to vanquish this dream,
:But it's too late -- soon comes the scream.]
MEDEA
::Xalis!
:[You cry out, breaking your song,
:One single word, drawn out so long,
:Till it becomes a dirge, marking his end,
:A dead elf's name, screamed by his friend.
:On the stage he lies still, slain by their tune,
:His soul sent from flesh, from his mind freshly hewn.]
SISTERS OF THE SONG
::A bold elf was he, but it meant little,
::For your weak songs we care not a tittle.
::One young bard has perished, another must die,
::Till the whole world the same thing does cry:
::The Sisters must be feared, mortals must shudder,
::And never presume to call upon us other,
::Than at the times lain down in musical lore,
::When you appease us and our blessings we pour.
MEDEA
::Damn you, you bastards, you chorus of whores!
::You knew this was coming, you gave us no pause.
::Xalis is slain, and you just stood by,
::If it's in my power, at my hands you'll die!
:[Your anger is strange, your rage a surprise,
:Why are there tears and murder in your eyes?
:A character from an unreal realm has been killed,
:And yet sorrow and vengeance your breast have filled.
:This realm is different, not like before,
:Yet you have no time to ponder that more.]
CHORUS
::We're sorry, human, it had to be so,
::For you to be free, and on your way go.
::This elf's death happened so long ago,
::He could never be saved, that you should know.
::But one thing remember, and burn in your mind,
::Some things are true, and vengeance you'll find.
::These Sisters are real, not made by her thoughts,
::In this realm they dwell, and can their destruction be wrought.
::Revenge for Xalis, and freedom for you.
::Come, human, act -- what else can you do?
SISTERS OF THE SONG
::Enough, choral spirits, we tire of your chatter,
::You've told your tale, for what it may matter.
::We were content to perform, play out our role,
::Enact a fine drama, with song and with soul.
::But now you've spoken, we may drop all pretence,
::We have nothing to fear, need make no defense.
::Human, we see you -- in the skin of the bard.
::An elf-woman we met, and struck at so hard.
::Her friend we did slay, though she escaped,
::For help was at hand, and survival she scraped.
::But now there is no one else, just you and we,
::And in this musical realm your tomb shall be.
:[The truth of the matter starts to form in your thought,
:Triggered memories rising to show what they wrought.
:But the past must be set aside, the present put first,
:Lest you die in this place, your spirit be burst.
:A musical battle, a contest so strange,
:That's what you face, and nothing can change,
:What fate's thrust upon you, in this eldritch place,
:Death and survival both fly at your face.
:But you're not unarmed, not helpless and weak,
:For mighty weapons you don't have to seek.
:Medea's song dances on the tip of your tongue,
:And from the strings of a harp a tune can be wrung.
:If melodic warfare now must be waged,
:The Sisters will find you a demon uncaged.]
===Victory===
MEDEA
::Is that really all you've got, you sonorous bitches?
::Beings of pure song, and you still can't match my pitches.
::Your tunes are pathetic, your music a jape,
::(Though, yes, I admit this realm I did rape,
::With my untalented presence, my unmusical head,
::I tore up the melodies, and left them for dead.)
::But whatever the reason, you time here is done,
::I hope Medea's watching, because this will be fun...
:[A piercing cry from harp and from throat,
:A lifetime's anger in one single note,
:Does fly through the air and one Sister smite,
:Her face twists in horror, wobbles in fright.
:Then she explodes in a shower of discordant song,
:The others shriek -- they know it's not long,
:Till justice will take them, tear and destroy,
:An act of pure vengeance for the young elven boy.]
SISTERS OF THE SONG
::No! Stop! Desist! Hold back your wrath!
::Xalis was to blame, he chose the path!
::He called us forth from this musical land,
::His death was caused by his very hand!
MEDEA
::Save your voices for when you're singing in hell,
::Whine to the demons as the story you tell,
::Of how a bard destroyed you, and ended your lives,
::Sundered your souls with a song that tore you like knives.
:[Another blast of music, another Sister does die,
:Then to the chorus the three survivors cry.]
SISTERS OF THE SONG
::Chorus spirits, stop them! Protect your kin!
::For are we not by our very natures twin?
::We belong in this place, both you and we!
SISTER OF THE SONG
::Even let the others perish, just save me!
CHORUS
::Cry no tears, for we don't care,
::Your lives mean naught to us.
::Just explode and fill the air,
::With your screaming and your fuss.
:[Three more cries of voice and strings,
:Three more deaths the music brings.
:The Sisters vanish, their bodies explode,
:You've exacted the justice they owed.]
CHORUS
::See, human and elf, look at the wall,
::The barriers are tumbling, and soon you will fall,
::Out of this realm, where you do not belong,
::And to somewhere else where awaits you a throng,
::Of friends and of foes, and the battle unfrozen,
::Go dragon-rider, for this you've been chosen.
::The familiar war calls on your sword,
::Battle the white wyrm, and its bestial horde.
:[The chorus speaks truly, the ancient hall wanes,
:The windows are melting, with their glorious panes.
:This time there's no tide, no wave to crest,
:Soon you'll be back in the world you love best.
:The place you belong, though not free from ill,
:Where you body is waiting and ready to kill.]