Replies

Abilene was speaking, itself not normally a bad thing.
But she was using her gift to the fullest, which was bad.
When Abilene used her voice, things happened.
And currently she was using her talents on Karsh, her voice weaving, rolling, twirling, tempting, drawing out, bewildering, commanding.
Karsh was standing, head tilted slightly, eyes closed, one hand held up as if warding, or catching.
It quivered slightly as if under a barrage of blows.
Bystanders swore that they heard a song, but no words.

Presently, Karsh gave a slight push with his hand, and Abilene ceased her attempts to influence Karsh with her voice.

Then Karsh pulled himself up to his full height, he still was shorter than the ghostly Abilene, and then started his own vocal efforts.
Abilene, stunned that Karsh even had the ability to influence anyone with his voice, was caught offguard and swept away by a flood of confusion and panic.
Especially when Karsh appeared to grow taller, encompassing the entire room in view until he was all she could see, hear, know.
The sound of his voice waxed powerful, the impressions she caught were of duty, power, trust, and restraint.
But the sounds she heard were heavy, a pulsing into her very core.
Karsh was gesturing with his hands as well, weaving them in intricate patterns as if they were telling a story of their own, himself dancing and sliding around the floor.
She felt as if she were drowning, and idly wondered if ghosts could drown.

Her hand caught at her throat just as Karsh released her from his 'grasp'.

She sank to the floor and wept ghostly tears.

"I told you dearest ancestor, your voice has no hold on me. Though I do appreciate the attempt at playing matchmaker. But, I do have a necromancer to fight. Shall we continuie this duet later?"