[Amanaduial the archer]

OCC yes it is the same person that you mentioned cimm

Beads of sweat formed on Elanors forehead as she strained to enter Bulvards mind. Mind dwelling, as in proper entering the conciousness, had never been one of her favourite things, especially with unwilling subjects.
Then all at once the pressure flooded to calm relief as she found herself standing in a picturesque valley. The beauty of it took her breath away but then she saw not one figure, Bulvard, but two extras, a woman and a child. As she approached her eyes widened as she realised it was Fiona and his daughter. But how? She had cleared Bulvards mind, these were certainly not visions conjured up by his own thoughts. Someone else had got in? Surely not...
Bulvard reached out to the pair but "Fiona" moved away, taking the child, her mouth wide as she laughed. That laugh...Exactly like the laugh of the archer...
Elanor moved towards the pained man, her hand beckoning.
Bulvard...You must wake up and break free of this spell, it is your confinement to the bird that has led your mind asunder....it was not a blessing but a curse that melded your conciousness with the falcon...curse of an old evil wizard...."
Her voice rang like silver around the valley and almost had the desired effect, for Bulvard looked up at her smiling. Then a frown creased his brow. "No...never, not Aronja!"
"Yes warrior it is true."
Then the other started speaking, the one who pretended to be his wife. Elanor could not hear- the one controlling her had put up a barrier and was at the same time pushing her out. To the witches relief Bulvard turned back to her.
"Who are you?"
"I am Elanor and I have entered your dream to save you,"
"No, lies...you are the witch,"
Elanor groaned inwardly. What did everyone have against witches?!
"Come with me." Elanor spoke but at the same time saw the other womans lips move likewise. As the other looked at her, her grin twisted upwards and Elanor felt a powerful mind pushing against her. It was all she could do to leave her form in Bulvards mind before..
..she was back on Elwyns horse. She saw Bulvard convulsing on the floor and realised with a pang what she had to do, although it was the last thing she had wanted.
"Kill the bird." Her voice still held a fraction of the silver it had posessed in the valley but it was hoarser as she almost fell of Elwyns horse. The elfen woman caught her and dismouted, making sure the witch could stand steadily.
"What?!" Elanor flinched as Culloth stormed up to her, anger etched all over her face. "I know some of you have some highly strung ideas about the bird, but my brother cares for it, and he needs something to care for in the world."
"He has you doesnt he?" Elanors voice held only a trace of sarcasm but she immediatley regretted it. Culloth stopped, hr face truly hurt. She just stared at the witch in silence. Elanor tried to make ammends, her voice soft and earnest.
"Please...What your brother used to care for is what is holding him trapped inside his own mind. Something knows our weaknesses and Aranjo is Bulvards. Destroy it and he will be free. Please?"