Nancy
A storm was raging on the peaks of the Heatherstead mountains. The snow that fell swirled and stung like daggers against all that it touched, creating a thick fog of flakes that almost completely obscured the setting sun. It was a dire time to be traversing the Voldur peaks and could easily spell certain death for any unwitting adventurer unfortunate enough to be caught out in this sudden blizzard.

On the wind, however, there was a strange sound. A song of sorts. A song without a melody, something akin to a whale's song. Nothing more than a collection of long, lilting notes sung by a beautiful voice and then carried and distorted by the blustering gusts until it seemed to become part of them. It was almost impossible to pinpoint the origin of this lovely sound.

*"Sing for me." The stranger demanded. He was a handsome man. Slight in stature, but with a devilishly pretty face. From where she was strung up, arms slung behind her back over a crude cross made from two tied together branches and tied, all she could do was to throw her head back and sing. "Louder."*

The singing on the wind increased in volume and... Frenzy. An opera without any clear tune or coherence to it. The song started to become more of a melodic shrieking on the wind and it was growing louder as a certain someone drew closer to its source. The song became a beacon in the growing dark and thickening fog of snow, the only thing that could be pinpointed in the raging storm.

*"Louder!" The stranger barked. He threw a torch onto the pile of kindling beneath Velvet's feet. She could feel it burning at her soles, the heat rising and starting to bake her lovely, pale skin. She began shrieking her song. "LOUDER!!!"*

Whoever approached would find a woman in black armor, her eyes closed as she shrieked into the wind, her arms stretched out towards the sky.
Rosalia
On a nearby mountain peak, gazing at the starry sky rested the wanderer.
Admiring the beauty of the world around them.
But, as they were contemplating the universe above, a peculiar song came to their ears. One of fear and frenzy, a banshee shrieking in the distance? No. Too human.

Intrigued, they smiled, then stood up. Stretching their muscles.

"A storm, a... Somewhat beautiful song?"

They hopped a little then assumed a running stance, ready to sprint, as a surge of energy flowed through their veins.

"Time to investigate."

In a loud cracking, similar to thunder, the wanderer busted through the sky itself, dashing to the noise...

As they arrived, - electricity still bursting around them, making the snow melt at their feet - they saw this lady in a black armor, shrinking at the sky, arms out towards the sky. The wanderer took the time to check what was this... Odd yet beautiful woman doing.

"Uh... Lady? - They said as they were walking closer to the strange woman.- I don't exactly know what god you're preaching to, but first of all let me tell ya this, you have one hell of a voice! I could hear you from a mile away. (heh literally)"

Then, smiling at the woman they started raising their arms to the sky, shrieking like the woman, a "LOUDER!!!" Just like her, almost breaking their vocal chords!

They coughed a little, then giggled playfully.

"Okay~ That's kinda hard. Oh wait, was that blasphemy? I don't do god things sorry-"
Nancy
As he approached her, Velvet wasn't actually able to hear LIber drawing closer through the gusts of wind and her own shrieking song. She did sense, however, that what she had seen was coming close to unfolding. The handsome man would come and the rest of her vision would, more or less, come to pass. So, when a person began speaking to her from behind, Velvet wasn't surprised at all. She didn't stop singing or turn to face him, at leats until she heard him suddenly shriek, "LOUDER!!!"

At that moment, in one fluid motion that seemed well practiced and almost impossible to follow with the naked eye, Velvet drew her shortsword from its sheath on her lower back and pulled the folded handle of her scythe from her left shoulder. They connected and with a twirling motion she swung the scythe down by her left side, unfolding the scythe handle and brandishing her massive weapon with a *Whoosh* Of air and zing of metal that cut through the blustery wind.

Looking over her shoulder at the slight, but very attractive stranger, Velvet's eyes were cold and empty. There was no compassion, or even regard for Liber as a fellow human being. All that these eyes saw was a threat. "There is no need to apologize. You will be dead soon, anyhow..."

Turning on her heel, Velvet suddenly launched herself at Liber, swinging her scythe with an incredible speed despite its size and swiping at his throat. Unless he moved out of the way, his head was going to come flying off. Her movements were so acrobatic and effortless, but with a feral, frenzied quality to them all the same.