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[snakeskin_magus]

I'm in a good mood. So, I think I should share my good mood with everyone! [In one of the ruins by La Llorona, Roa sat with his back to his locket, a number of the twisted trees with human-like faces shifting uneasily in his presence. He carried a lute with him, playing a few notes, interrupting the eerie silence that had otherwise been uncharacteristic of the swamp-lands. Not a toad croaked. Not a mouse squeaked. There was the lute for a moment, before a number of pallid looking spirits rose from the trees, moaning and writhing in front of Roa.]

This is a song from my world--a good one for the moment, I think! Now, before I get complaints about the lyrics-- it's more about the motif than the context...

[The ghosts wailed as Roa raised one hand to interrupt his lute-playing. He curled his fingers and they rolled in pain at his command.]

Like we practiced.

[The ghosts--in bad tune and tempo, all began singing Bob Dylan's 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door'. It was disjointed, lacked timing and none of the spirits understood the keys that had to be taken. Roa didn't mind it, though. He played his lute to set the beat and tempo even if the ghosts failed to accomplish the same. He stopped playing when the song was done, turning to give the locket a lazy sort of smile.]

Terrible, but we've got plenty of time to practice some more.

[The locket cut out.]

Video - Locked to Unseelie

[scorchedchivalry]

For those that have unearthed remains at the behest of the Black Shuck, if you have come across those of the Seelie, I will be venturing to Caer Gleam to return them upon the evening of the Seventh. I am willing to transport those of any who can bring them to me in Daonna before my departure to the Seelie stronghold.

Should you do so, I will ensure that the Seelie are aware of whom among us honored their dead. [Since honor was a huge deal to the Seelie.]

I would appreciate being contacted beforehand so I can prepare.