The Flamme Fatale. A group of four adventurers banding together to earn some coin, gain some fame in the world. Knowing each other and their capabilities for over a week of bonding, The four ladies, no strangers to dungeoneering or combating monsters, were decently equipped and armored as they stepped out of the tavern. Lorelei was the captain of the group, and her trusty mount snorted lightly as it got up, the woman leading her four companions along the road, heading out of the town in the bad weather when-<br/><br/>A man, hooded at it, was before them, explaining his plight. Lorelei looked at him from her dragon, her own hood protecting her from the elements as the three others returned their looks at her. Shifting Sands has treated them well, and if there was a threat which other adventurers failed to handle, who were they to say they could?<br/><br/>However, all doubts were pushed aside as Haruna spotted the violet beacon of light. The wise Estrella spotted it too, her eyes narrowing as she turned towards Lorelei.<br/><br/><strong>"Dark forces are at work here. Even the elements are affected, or it caused this storm."</strong><br/><br/>Nodding, the leader turned back to the man, giving him a slight bow as she gave him a nod.<br/><br/><strong>"Show us the way dear sir. We will handle this."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Exterminate the cause of the storm</strong><br/><br/>