#rivervale_lodge

Brekke sees the carnage, and looks up, a thin black road. her husband is on it

Brekke follows the Silver, and the blood, and the gore, and the signs where steps stopped...then she spots the path above, and hears them...and she calls out, "I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly!" It's a stupid lyric, but the Dreaming will have its due.

And Brekke joins the two..which is good, asKerri is probably getting ahead!

Kerri is charging directly into the fray. Which is perhaps not particularly wise.

Frank is at her side.

Dozens of goblins and nightmare chimera, and Fuath..and... in the center, on a rack of barbs embedded, Olgar has prongs and screws going into him to make him betray secrets. It would appear they've gotten more blood than secrets though.

Frank, looking much like a blue and white Viking warrior with a naked blade, simply wades in and starts fighting; he seeks to reach Olgar and destroy the things attacking him.

"GET OFF OF HIM!" Kerri shrieks and starts swinging. Brekke, though...faced with Fuath and beings of darkness...she is fearsome as she bellows and attacks.

In the dark skies above them, three giant falcons swoop down to fight on the side of the trolls "Chieftain of House Gwydion, the Dreaming has heard thy call! Above, above! The High House!" the first falcon says! "Wings of Justice, Talons of Fury!" the second cries/ "FUCK Eagles!" the third says as it rends a goblin gun man's face

Bolstered by the winged support force, Brekke bellows again, a ferocious sound. "RIVERVALE! GWYDION! HONOR!" Another swing at whomever she reaches first, but she is absolutely seeking out the largest of the foes...and hoping to find the Fir Bholg who's brag she heard the vulture repeat.

Kerri brings her husband's axe down on one foe. Frank breaks the skull of another! And Brekke sends a rib cage cracking! They take wounds in return, but Kerri's power heals them almost as soon as the wounds are made

Here, in this realm, and in this situation, Kerri is not the mild-mannered Hearth, nor even the sexy wife...she's a ruthless tyrant who will punish those who have tried to take what is HERS.

Frank, never more true to his Seelie nature, seeks to defend the helpless... which at the moment is Olgar.

"MAKE...WAY...!" Kerri yells in the tone of an order, still swinging the axe in wide arcs.

And ..glamour roars out of Kerri as she claims her own! And ..gripped in the power of the dictum, the enemies part, making way, allowing her to slash the bonds tying her chosen and free him

She doesn't think about what just happened, she just cuts the bonds as quickly as possible and tries to free him from the barbs and screws as quickly as she can...no help in healing him if they are still embedded.

Olgar falls into her arms "You should see the other guy..." A groan

Frank uses his own Arts to bounce creatures off the Path, Ensnare them, and make them forget what they were doing....

The Mountain seeds chaos with his arts, and his weapon does the reaping!

And Brekke finds herself leading point for three falcons, her own weapon destroying a foe with each blow.

The enemies are scattering, dying, and fleeing. But there is no sign of the owner of the voice that the vultures repeated beyond Olgar himself

Kerri holds him close, staying low next to the platform that had held him, to allow the battle to rage over them without hitting them. She manages a brief laugh. "I'll bet." And a kiss to start a bit of glamour flowing for Heatherbalm.

Frank stays close to Kerri, protectively.

Olgar returns the kiss and his wounds , the worst of them,, unwind. Entrails threatening to spill suck into the stomach and the belly seals. Olgar grunts and stamps the black road once, trice, three times... and the road turns.. SILVER!

Brekke continues the rout.

"HIE!" Frank challenges the creatures, pacing around the torture rack.

Kerri watches the healing, and as soon as it's clear that he's going to recover, she smacks him. In the shoulder. Hard. "THAT's for you getting in danger!"

Those that Brekke wasn't killing scream as the new silver coating burns them with the power of the Tuatha's might! The ban , invited residence by the Rover, may not lost long, but for now it is definitely protecting them all.

And Frank gets to break a neck as one whimpers

Olgar grunts as slapped, "Wasn't a plan, lover. I"ll make it up to you"

He takes no joy in it, but works methodically to clear the blight from the Silver.

"Carrry them to the lower trod, my brothers' One falcon says. And they do. The group of them now on their way back to the lodge. They have another foe, but they know of him, and next time, they'll be ready.

(Pause scene)