Charles
Dark Crimson Rose Lodge of Sorceresses
Tiny cabin in Taemar.

Witches fell one after the other, their hearts being pierced and their bodies mutilated, the taste of blood on theur mouths as their last memory. 

They couldn't keep up with the fight, the burning ceiling, hiding grimoires and 
Remedies in a safe place... Fortunately, they could divert the flames before they burnt the whole place down, directing them towards the enemies or extinguishing them.

A strong wind suddenly sweeped the place like a giant wave, the three elders appearing through the door. One held a force field, protecting them and all the weakened sorceresses that rushed to their side. Other summoned the waters of the swamp out of their place, directing them to the fire that hungrily devoured the log cabin.
The last one of them, the Head Sorceress, fired blast after blast of her own energy, them feeling like cannonballs that made some men fall backwards and hit some of the trees.

"We won't hold for long, we can't handle a battle against paladins and a shifter... And our bodies are too weak for this, we'll be drained soon"

"Then we die fighting, like our families did at the burnings." The Head Sorceress sentenced, the other two elders nodding with determination.

The remaining witches tried to enforce the elders' spells, even as light faded from their eyes while swords and arrows pierced their hearts.

They knew they wouldn't win, but they wouldn't go so easily.

Lady Anna Barrmount
Highly regretting being alive, Valen

Every drop of hope she had went down the drain as soon as Serafina explained the situation. Her smile and excitement faded from her face as she directed her gaze to the floor.

It had to be done, it had to be done... For the sake of saving her people...

She clenched and unclenched her jaw a couple times, closing her eyes as she tried to convince herself it was all worth it.

"Okay..." Her voice trembled slightly, sounding extinguished "We'll have it your way then, Wisdom. I will accept the southern gods and s-" Her words got caught in her throath "Say goodbye forever to the Frozen Gods..."

Something crumbled in her chest as she spoke, the weight of this decision heavy on her shoulders. The gods were the only thing she had time to bring with her when she had to run away, and now she had to kiss them goodbye too.
John
**Lord Kirk Pinewood
Castle Grunewald Library**

Kirk tensed up when the wisdom said that she wouldn't perform the ceremony if Anna didn't renounce her old faith. He thought he might yet be able to escape with his freedom as a single man. At the same time, he was also worried how Lucrezia would react. Would she take her anger out on him even if it weren't his fault that the deal fell through? He hoped that he'd be able to beg them to tell his queen that it wasn't his choice to end it.

When Anna finally agreed to Serafina's terms, a small distraught noise escaped his throat as his fate was sealed. "I'm sorry," He said to cover up the outburst, thinking that the sound may have drawn some unwanted attention. "I just feel terrible about the difficult situation *You* Have been put in, Lady Anna." Kirk covered his face with his hands.
Kathleen
Viola Godwin
Having a "*Record scratch, freeze frame* - yeah that's me" Kind of moment, somewhere in the Taemar bogs.

When she had volunteered for being Lord Wrencrest's scout Viola had not anticipated the absolute mayhem that would have broke out at the cabin.

When the shifter had changed she had almost tried to move closer to inspect the change. She ingrained the memory into her mind with whatever details her eyes could make out in the dull lamplight - which, admittedly, was not a lot. 

Now, she found herself surrounded by flame, watching as the islanders and paladins were tripped up by water and air. In all her years teaching magical children she had never seen examples of such raw power, never mind how potent the power was either. A flame whizzed past her head, skimming the feather on her hat and Viola stumbled back, tripping over a tree root and stumbling into the bog. *This is fine This is Fine This is fine This is fine This is Fine*, she repeated in her head.

It was just meant to be a research expedition for her but the screams of the murdered women filled her ears like the keening of a bean sídhe foretelling their own deaths. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill as she looked at the carnage around her.
Kari
The Paladins and a Knight
The Sorceresses Cabin, Taemar

Vex had stepped away just before the fight to have a few seconds to prepare. He quickly knelt and began gathering, a series of mushrooms and flower buds he kept on his person at all times, into a small mortar and pestle. A few practiced twists of the cylindrical stone and the plants were crumbled to his satisfaction. A small vial on his pouch produced a deep red liquid, black in the fading light, that he poured over the ingredients.

Vex said a small prayer in Voxdei, before swallowing the potion entirely.

Ian had drawn his longsword and approached the cabin third in line, the hot presence of the fourth behind him.

The chaos and fire flew around them and he couldn't help but stumble into the ground outside as a force caught his leg and threw him to the side. As he regained his feet, Jax hooked an arm under his elbow and hoisted him the rest of the way.

"Don't let an old man show you up, Paladin." Jax called over his shoulder with a smile.

"*Avec Plaisir*." Ian retorted, following behind.

The three Elders had backed themselves into one side of the room, keeping the invasion at bay, when the two joined the fiery building skirmish.

With a shout in his ancient language, Ian charged forward bringing the point of his sword into one of the old crones' left abdomen. Her eyes flashed with brief pain before lashing a palm directly into the face of Ian.

Jax watched the Paladin fly to the other side of the room with a cry before hitting the wall and collapsing. He quickly drew his silvered saber, and sprung into action, a quick thrust finishing the job of the first Paladin. His feet barely hit the ground again before he withdrew his blade and spun, slashing towards the other two left standing. His point found flesh again, running along the woman's left collarbone. Adrenaline surges anew inside him, but it cut short when he felt the flame from the hearth lurch forward and latch onto his free hand like a wild animal. He gave a cry in despair as the flesh was eaten away, waving and batting at it uncontrollably.

Vex gave a cry of pain outside the cabin. The brew was slowly inching it's way down his throat like a hot coal, each swallow he struggled through bringing it closer to his stomach. The magic was coursing through his veins, burning, searing would be more appropriate. Vex screamed loudly, before snapping his pointed teeth shut. His eyes grew wide, reflecting the fire light. In the darkness it was less noticeable but his veins now pulsed purple with disease, his neck was covered in a spiderweb of cursed dark blood. But he was finally ready. It was a blur of motion for the second time of the fight, Vex closing the distance to the cabin, throwing his spear through one of the windows as it embedded into a wall. He was breathing heavily, like a dog panting, his nose flaring, as he locked in on the wounded witch and her still standing companion.

Vex drew his dagger and closed in, the blade reaching out to the injured woman's heart. His feet twisting and pushing off to the side, he let go of the hilt once it was embedded and lunged towards the last of the witches, the end of the plague within his grasp. When he stopped, slowed really. Something was constraining him and the woman was chanting, her cane. Wait, she did have a cane before right?

Realization dawned on him, she had used the woven vines of her cane to ensnare his limbs, the wood tightened around his joints at the thought.

Vex took another step, sluggish.

The woman seemed to breathe for a moment, opening her mouth to say something, when Vex managed another step. His arms were immobile, and his legs just became so, but the vines didn't touch his neck. He tilted forward, off balance he opened his mouth, and sank his pointed teeth into the wrinkled hags gullet.
Heather
Cecilia Lyanah
The Crimson Lodge, Taemar

As the shifter dropped the lifeless body of one of the witches from her maw, she turned her attention towards Wendall, a man who had travelled with them attempting to protect those they wished to kill. Her confusion quickly shifted to anger when he began threatening her with his spear, claiming the top of his spear to be silver. His comment only halted Cecilia's attack for a moment as she assessed his stance and the angle the spear was currently pointed at. From her judgment, she doubted the spear would do her great harm from the position they were in, knowing it wouldn't incapacitate her enough to take her down.

The claws of her back feet dug into the wooden floor while using her strength to lurch forward with her hind legs. As an arrow bounced from her flank, She lunged towards the knight Wendall and placed her front paws against his shoulders, knocking him down with her weight and the force behind her. Once they landed against the ground, Cecilia didn't hesitate when she continued her advance towards the injured witch. A scream pierced through the air until it was cut off when the shifter's fangs tore into the witch's face beneath her cheeks and ripped apart her jaw from her skull. Releasing the lower half of the witch's face, Cecilia bit into the witch's throat and added pressure in her maw until an audible crunch could be heard and the body beneath her became limp. 

Cecilia hadn't finished with the body after it's death, instead she ripped apart the flesh in her throat and chest. She began eating the flesh to properly heal the wounds created during her attack, not caring if others were watching.