<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/JUc5yAQ.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fyr, Sultani Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 27/27 / <strong>Init</strong> +4<br/><strong>AC</strong> 23 / <strong>Touch</strong> 11 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 22 / <strong>CMD</strong> 14<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +3 / <strong>Ref</strong> +2 / <strong>Will</strong> +1<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +3 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -2<br/><hr/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/><strong>Level 1:</strong> 5/6<br/></div></div><hr/>"And your name?" Fyr asks the tiefling cordially as he joins them. Upon his reply, she nods, and says, "Kairon," as though to reinforce the word in her mind--though for all she knew, he might be only a temporary addition to them; after all, it seemed as though he were quite comfortable among his kin, such as they were. Still, it would do well to be polite to those they would fight beside, if only so as not to find a knife "accidentally" thrust into one's back in the middle of the fight.<br/><br/>"Well met," she nods again, this time to Kairon. "I am Fyr, and this one," she gestures at the minotaur, "is Marcus." She didn't even make mention of the last member of the party, having entirely forgotten about him with all that had been going on and his apparent muteness. "Let us do as best we can, and try to survive the next fight before seeing how far our journey goes together. Perhaps there it will end, but for now we do as we can."<br/><br/>She thinks for another moment, and then dismisses the idea which she had; she had wanted to discuss strategy by divulging their abilities, but they would become apparent soon enough, and regardless, she didn't know if she wanted to reveal more about herself than she had to to someone so recently met. Instead, she remained silent as they entered the arena and saw their would-be opponents.<br/><br/>As the corn field came up and Marcus's blade swam across her field of vision, she stood transfixed. She had never seen corn before, nor, in truth, a real raven. Only their equivalent on the plane of fire, fire-crows, but these were strange with their black plumage and unearthly, almost too-clever eyes. She quickly shook herself out of her reverie, and began to weave together a spell to bolster their courage and lend guidance to the attacks of the others. "Be ready," called as the spell took hold. "They could come from anywhere."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Casting Bless, all allies gain +1 morale bonus to attack rolls and to saves against Fear effects.</div></div>