#bergen_county

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Jonas and Sylvi race off...

"It's not too far...few miles...." Sylvi's the athlete, and a good run isn't a problem for her. "Faster if we cut through the woods."

She leads the way.

Jonas keeps the pace. Still no response as they cut through the woods

Sylvi keeps her phone in her hand, glances at it when she can, but doesn't break the pace. And if Jonas isn't feeling chatty, not a problem, she gets it.

He's not a talkative troll but as they step out, he does say "Mother of Fate"

Beyond the trees, centered on the house, is a chimerical windstorm! Unnatural green lightning flows about it

"What? What's....oh..." Sylvi stops and stares at the spectacle. "That's...wow."

Where the lightning strikes, there are images of kithain just for a flash moment... shards , bits, slivers, chunks of incomplete fae souls!

Then the souls return to the Dreaming in that flash

Sylvi's hand goes to her mouth. "Oh...oh, please, let that be okay..." Then she's running again, towards the storm.

The door flutters open pushed by that imagined wind, and she finds herself in the entry hall of the house. Jonas behind her. Before her? Vali presses against a gaping hole in the world... rather, he grabs one edge, trying to shove it closed. 10 feet away, Siv dances around a sidhe childling.... even as tentacles with teeth and lamprey like extensions that burn with black smoke try to get past her to the childling

Sylvi has her blade in hand and rushes to Siv's side, getting between the childling and the...thing. She slashes at a tentacle while calling out, "You didn't text me back!" with a smirk.

Nor is she alone! Dagmar faces the biggest threat, some horrid stitch work construction of a kithain, like a frankenstien monster of the dreaming... troll arms, sluagh eyes... horns of a satyr! Bristles from some quilled pooka

Nadeen holds the childling in her arms ready to act as a living shield. Without a sword, she cannot fight. Never has she missed Whispermourn more.

Sylvi spots Dagmar, then says, "I'm going to help Vali!"

Be damned if Nadeen will have to - Dagmar is in full plate, Flyswatter swinging in a flashing arc!

After all, she's not one of the heavy hitters here.

Siv calls out "Sorry, bit busy!" She dodges low

The patchwork thing slams and groans... Dagmar carves into the stitching on the side!

Blood, of wrong sort sprays

"You... ain't... gettin'... through..." SCOWL.

SLAM.

Sylvi knows the house well enough...she dashes into the kitchen and quickly grabs up a pot and fills it with water.

wiith it's Redcap mouth, it snaps at Dagmar's shoulder... but Dagmar is no idiot... and while it means to remove her shoulder, all it gets is a shoulder pad as she twists

The water fills quickly.

Dagmar uses the buttspike as a spear, stabbing it in the gut before pulling he weapon back, using the momentum to spin and cleaving it with the blade end.

Jonas was heading to help Siv but she calls out "No, help Vali with the portal...it's not like any portal I've seen..keeps bleeding dark dreams"

Which causes Jonas to move to aid Vali.

Vali seems to be losing glamour even as he tries to close it, it's as if the thing both spews out glamour, but leeches when touched

Dagmar sever's an arm, but is surprised with the arm still keeps working, and begins to trip her.

Sylvi hurries to Vali's side as quickly as she can without spilling the pot of water. She makes sewing motions in and out of the water's surface. "Sew what has been torn, restore what has been rent!" And she flings the water on the edge of the gaping hole in a large arc.

A grunt and she STOMPS on the arm.

The arm breaks, but the abomination gets a grip around her throat and starts to choke dagmar.

Vali howls as Sylvi speaks "Winter frost quell the pain, let the anquish be stilled"

She growls and grabs, a spark of glamour brings in an explosion of cold!

The wound heals as Sylvi sews it with spring! Winter quells pain, but new growth of what is needed... the mists themselves... and a scream follows from beyond... "NO! the treasure! I am trapped still... the army I..."

And Nadeen's voice calls out to the closing wound "Oh creatures of darkness...if I were you, I'd deal with the one who failed you! Of course, if he is alive when you tell the tale he might blame you to your dark masters instead... just a suggestion"

Sylvi's eyes go big. "Vali?! What do we do?!"

"It's the Balor who is trapped" Vali says With a truly wicked smile

That gets a VERY relieved smile, and she turns to look at the others.

And Dagmar is suprprised as the creature, the essenses of fae, break into crystals... and a dozen voices from a dozen half souls tell Dagmar "thank you. " "it hurt so much" "Free..." "He was going to make thallian of us"

She rubs her throat, frowning - a look for Nadeen before she relaxes, to make sure the Varich is safe.

Nadeen holds a six year old sidhe boy in her arms

"Did it work?" Sylvi asks.

And there is a sense of something beyond, a scream that lasts longer than the storm

but not here.. no, the Scream is deep in the Dreaming... as a Balor finds himself torn apart by the army he hoped to lead

She glances back at where the rift was healed, at that almost-echo of a scream. A shudder and a frown.

"everybody's okay?"