#baronyofthesilverwolf

But neither is she able to quell it completely - the Baroness staggers, as something wars within her.

Dagmar keeps holding Connor, as if her arms could protect him from the emotional turmoil. She strokes his hair, not knowing what else to say or do.

"Oh, crap...." It's not appropriate court language, but Sylvi isn't really thinking about that when Nadeen staggers.

She hisses, and not at any of THEM she says "NO, you garbled collection of lies...I'm trying to show you the truth, the weal as well as the woe, I am trying to restore the man I love, undo the damage done by an ambitious witch who truly sees herself as a heroine, and stop you from harming it all because you've been choked off from all joy and let to rot. GRATITUDE would be nice!" She flares, not as some possessed puppet, but as a young woman who is trying to hold it all save the world by stitching it together but strands keep waring in her fingers

DAGMAR sees Danica swinging an arm up from her side. Metal glitters in her hand, firelight shining off the barrel of a firearm that is pointed towards Nadeen.

At almost the same moment, Linnea dives in front of her, holding up a shield with a Viking pattern on it!

A SHOT RINGS OUT, but it is metal on metal.

Dagmar shouts a warning "Gun!" even as she steps between the thanes and Nadeen - her back to the pair, her body curled protectively around the pooka in her arms.

Linnea stands and tackles her sister, even as Calanthe shrieks at her, "Traitor!"

All hell is breaking loose around her, but she's got a job to do....She runs forward and grabs Nadeen's arm to get her close to Aiden, chanting, "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind...Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind...Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind..." as many times as she can.

Nadeen doesn't fight this.. she's probably busy with a fight of a differeent sort

Aiden reaches for Nadeen.

The two trolls tussle alongside where Dagmar guards Connor. Danica flips her sister over with surprising ease, bearing her down to the floor.

Sylvi all but hurls Nadeen into Aiden's arms, releasing the glamour and the cantrip directly at Aiden in the same motion.

Aiden catches her in surprise and wraps his arms protectively around her, too surprised to do anything else but hold his Lady.

Danica has Linnea pinned and is slamming a fist into her head repeatedly.

Dagmar definitely recognizes the sign of trollish Rage, even moreso than Sylvi... but Sylvi is busy, anyways, wrapped in glamour.

Nadeen kisses her love full on the mouth, sharing bit by bit what she can with him in a slow stream that he can handle rather than a rush, risking bullet or blow to make sure he can handle it.

The memories pour out... first in a trickle, then in a rush. They WANT to return to Aiden!

She kisses him thinking of his kindness, of his nobility. His mistakes are NOT all that he is...

Sylvi staggers a bit herself...after all, she's just cast Renewal twice in as many hours.

The magic whirls....

Dagmar looks for a safe place for Connor - he is her first responsibility here, not the sisters, not Nadeen, not Aiden...

She sees Calanthe watching this, her hands twitching as she whispers to herself.

The raging troll mashes her sister, who struggles weakly.

It is a big room - THERE, a table turned sideways is a safe place to hunker behind!

She PLACES the pooka in the spot. "Connor, stay small and right here, okay?"

He hunkers down, covering his head with his hands.

A gentle touch on his shoulder, before she turns back to Danica and Linnea.

Ears covered at least, so that he can't hear the fighting!

Danica's rage endangers Linnea - but it also endangers Connor, and Sylvi, and Nadeen.

Sylvi watches to make sure her cantrip has taken hold. It's GOT to work....

And that, Dagmar will not permit.

The knight might not be comfortable with magic, but this? This is simple. She swiftly crosses over to GRAPPLE Danica and keep the raging troll contained.

Then she gasps as the cantrip draws from her again, beyond what she'd already given it. Dizzy...

Danica drops her sister and twists to swing a mighty fist at Dagmar - she is larger than the teenage girl, strong from years of training, and with the might of her oath behind her!

Connor yells to Dagmar. "Make her stop!" He pleads!

But she's not down. She looks around and sees that Dagmar is handling Danica, but...but where's Calanthe?

Before, it had been Dagmar who raged - she takes the hit for the opportunity to get Danica into a bear hug. She, too, has Oaths. And she has been gifted by Atlas with the strength to protect.

Calanthe is summoning Glamour. Sylvi recognizes THIS. She JUST fought this! Winter magic grows at her command... the Sidhe whispering to herself, working a bunk.

Sylvi picks up whatever she can grab right away (paperweight, chair, whatever) and hurls it at Calanthe to disrupt her bunk, following the item herself, running at the sidhe.

Danica is not thinking straight - her firearm was dropped and skittered across the floor, but she still has her handaxes, and she reaches for then as she struggles with Dagmar!

Dagmar backs away, pawing at a leather thong about her neck. She draws out a small reed whistle, decorated with feathers.

Calanthe is startled by the paperweight that comes her way, just barely managing to dodge it. The Troll? NOT SO MUCH. The witch goes DOWN under the might of Sylvi!

Danica draws back to her feet, and grips her axe! her rage now completely centered on Dagmar!

She blows on the flute! It emits a single, pure note.

Sylvi doesn't want to hurt the sidhe, but just to restrain her from casting. She wrenches the woman's hands behind her back and holds them there with one hand while covering her mouth with the other.

Connor lifts his head into the air and howls along with the note. He can't HELP it.

"Awwoooooooooooooooooooo!"

Danica stumbles, dropping her weapon, and sinks to her knees as the rage floods away.

Bereft of the Dictum that commanded her, and the Rage that forced her, Danica.. slumps, her head in her hands.

Sylvi looks up at the paired sounds of flute and pooka...and watches the chaos abruptly subside.

"Dame Calanthe, I do not want to hurt you, but I won't let you harm others right now. Please stand up." She's still holding onto the sidhe's wrists and covering her mouth, but she helps her to an upright position.