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So then you can eventually reach the nearest gate, and elude guards and soldiers through the panicked crowd. Following the soldiers to the conflict once you get outside, and finally the sight of the enemy... the traitorous men of the old north rampaging through the ransacked and burning camp, and their eerie inhuman allies from afar. All you need is to find a place you can make yourself known, visible from and address them all. A collapsed watchtower, should do the trick.
<span class="mu-r">"...STOP! Hear me! Hear me... men! Good men of the north, strong men of the north! My fellow humans, hear me! Hear me now, stop this madness!"</span>
It's not perfect, but then you aren't a goddess of charisma or leadership, and of course you're also presenting yourself as a mere mortal woman and commoner. A foreigner too, so your eloquence would be limited. But you still make an appeal from the heart to all those who will hear you... without divinely projecting your voice, the sounds of battle overtake your voice past a distance. But many soon catch sight of you, as much as you stand out with your beauty and darker features (compared to the fairness of these humans), not to mention the sheer strangeness of a woman amid the field of battle trying to beseech all who will listen. And for those who do notice the strange sight of you, they come to stop fighting, then hear your words which in turn causes others farther away to stop fighting and notice, and so on and so forth.
You don't stop the battle entirely, but the conflict in and around the sacked encampment outside this gate comes to a lull. Of course the soldiers and people of Eindward already familiar with you, heed your words. But the northmen as well, eventually lessen in their rampage and come to stand in awe of the display you make. Maybe less from your plea... you're not sure if they even speak the same language, but certainly the sight of you is strange enough indeed to halt the violence, especially when all the other humans (enemies or not) similarly show deference. You'd heard that the northmen were quite superstitious so this may be a contributing factor.
Either way, you can't help but smile with some hope for your effort, and the response of the humans.
<span class="mu-r">"This... this fighting, this bloodshed, we cannot suffer it any more! All of us, mankind is too few left to make war with one another! If we could just- agh!"</span>
At your call, some of the people nervously start to gather, to hear your plea. Before you can really get into it though, you're cut short when the strike of arrows knock you off the vantage point you'd had. You hit the ground with a shock, your physical body struggling for breath through the pain of multiple elven arrows jutting from your body. One through your heart, another through your eye, these were loosed with precision.
<span class="mu-b">"-my Lady! Zafira!"</span>
