The Ochre Dreadfort
"Shit! She's faster than she looks." Dust thought as Silef dodged under his attack. She now was inside the swing arc of his maul so he couldn't do anything without getting back his reach. As he saw her blade come up at him he instinctively stepped back. It just barely grazed his armour around his neck area but it left a fine line of molten rock in the wake of the strike. Dust felt it, it was super heated to the point it turned molten. However, it wasn't that bad yet. He hoped she didn't notice, so he did nothing to repair the hole. It wasn't bad enough to warrant revealing that yet. He moved back using the earth underneath him to launch himself further away resetting the distance between himself and Silef. He slammed his hammer into the ground sending chucks of rock into the sky. He then took a deep breath. Each piece of stone formed into a small lance as it elongated. They all went flying for the woman.
Ress'nok noted the direction of the attack going to take a different angle. He went from the side hoping to force Dust into making a decision. Stave off Silef of stave off Ress'nok's pursuit.
The Crimson Keep
As soon as Neville remarked that, the three instantly heard the very recognizable racket of Victonari they had met before. The loud trumpeting... it was definitely him. Though it quickly stopped as another voice was heard. It was clearly one of the servants from before yelling in a loud and somewhat... angry tone.
"AND WILL YOU STOP PLAYING THAT INFERNAL CONTRAPTION FOR ONE SECOND!!!" they yelled.
"Fine, fine. It's just not your taste in music I get it." Gradun said, clearly not realizing the servant wasn't all that happy with him.
"It's nobodies taste in music Lord Gradun... anyway that's besides the point. We have a schedule to keep and you're to supposed to have gone through with The Convergence already. You can't keep bothering the Orchestra that their half notes aren't half enough, or that they don't put enough soul in their music, or that their instruments aren't cleaned properly... or that you think you could conduct it better." this went on for little while longer with the servant listing off a long list of offenses from Gradun. It was quite the lengthy list. And he apparently did the entirety of it within the span of time ti took to play two games of chess. It was hard to know if one should be impressed or not. After all... it had to be some sort of skill to thoroughly annoy the hell out of people this much in this short a span of time. The worst part being he had no idea he was doing it. He perceived it that he hadn't done anything bad.
Now the sound of a stringed instrument started to come from the hall.
A loud sound of frustration came from the servant.
"What? You only said to stop playing my trumpet." Gradun replied. "Anyway, I'll be on my way. Your orchestra keeps playing pieces I don't know at all. Also... they play boring non-soulful music."
"You didn't even know the songs, yet you were criticizing how they were playing them?" came the exasperated voice of the servant... clearly dumbfounded by the revelation.
"You don't need to know the song to know it needs a little spice of life. Man... you don't understand music at all do you?" Gradun remarked as he kept playing his lute. "Anyways, I'm blowing this Popsicle stand... Find somewhere they like my music. Perhaps those folks that got picked with me will! They must have been put with me for their great appreciation skills."
"You keep telling yourself that..." said the servant as he took his expedient leave.
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The trio could now hear the Victonari singing as he played his lute. He came down the hall singing loudly and carefree, not seeming to care if any body heard him. His singing voice was actually... really good. It came as a bit of a surprise as his Trumpet palying was completely horrible. His lute was quite a bit better to boot.
"Every thought is a dream, rushing by in a stream, Bringing life to our kingdom of doing
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii All your dreams will come true, miles away
Our voices will ring together until the twelfth of never, We all, will live forever, as one
Come to see!, vic-to-ry!,
in the land called fantasy!
Loving life, a new decree, Bring your mind to everlasting liberty!"