<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1f/23/4d/1f234df57fca4f3d4c838f7e7aa53378--fantasy-rpg-fantasy-women.jpg)</div><strong>Temerity</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Seeking respite<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arrian, Evri, open<br/><br/>Even as the orcs fled Temerity was stuck in the primal fervor she fell into during serious combat. She shouted at the orcs as they ran and continued firing bolts of fire even when they were well out of range. She noticed her companions had ceased their efforts and forced herself to calm down. She began trying to regulate her breathing as she checked to see if anyone had been injured. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Arrian standing over the body of an incapacitated orc. He gripped his sword, seemingly in preparation to fell the beast, but he did not follow through. Having not quite calmed down yet she approached the downed foe, knelt, placed a hand on his face, and sorely immolated his head, leaving behind a small fire that would last only briefly in the downpour. She peered at Arrian, giving him his first good look at her burning eyes. She calmed her light huffing to speak. "I will give no mercy to those who harm me." She explained.<br/><br/>The group found themselves in the shelter of a nearby cliff. Temerity observed as Alrun gathered materials for a fire. She giggled quietly when he began striking rocks together in an attempt to start the fire. Wordlessly she approached him and extended her hand to indicate her intentions. When Alrun was clear she ignited the kindling. She then walked around offering her new friends each a small flame to dry themselves and their clothes.