Well damn, Deneve thought as Red announced that the creature was invulnerable to magic. Figures. Cursing the fact that she didn't see any other way to affect the battle than use her magic to boost her allies. It was useful yes, but not beng able to do anything directly always made her nervous.<br/><br/>As the temperature in the room started to rise she started playing her lute, summoning her white fire against the cold. It was tune about single small fire standing against the darkness, about freedom that had been forgotten and needed to be taken once more.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Made the fortitude save =17<br/><br/>Actions: Normal Dragonfire inspiration combo she always does :P = +4d6 fire damage to all attacks </div></div>