Blackwater Islands our love is like water

Nyra listened intently as the Listener addressed them all, speaking of blood, magick, sacrifice, in return for power above all.

Power.

When directed, the Warmaiden stepped forward and took a singular Eldritch berry from the altar and stepped back again, swallowing the berry and waiting more direction.

Soon, the smell of blood, and howling, song. Nyra lifted her voice to the masses around her, loud, booming, ethereal.
A wardrum jn siren tones.

She stopped singing when they were told, and accepted the dressing of blood upon her head and wherever else the Listener placed it.

By now, Nyra was hallucinating the vivid otherworld, seeing spirits and her fellow druids in bright colors and voidspun shadows. As the dying altar-girl ran, Nyra followed The Listener as they all followed the nightspun unchild. 

The sacrifice jumped into the sea.

The Listener drew them all to halt, where Nyra added her song once again to the numbers before the Listener followed their sacrifice over the cliff.

Nyra almost made to follow, when a daemon of the otherworld stopped her, incarnate of her own subconscious mind. 

Orders then fell to Ingram, where Nyra would direct her attention once they were all addressed.