<div class="floatright">(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img841/1383/rh08.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>Staging grounds<br/><strong>With:</strong>Striking force<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Fatigued,<em>Bless</em><br/><hr/><br/>Even though her body was exhausted after the all-night long encounter with the handsome soldier, Ashara's moves or face didn't show the fatigue. Not much, anyway. She was quite accustomed to spending the whole night doing it and then being up at dawn to pray for blessings from her goddess, basked in the glory of the first of the fiery rays of the sun. She treated this time as no different... but she couldn't shake out the feeling that this day could well be their last day. They were going deep into the realms of danger, an underground path to the Spire and the mastermind behind the whole war. It was time to finish it all though. Time to defeat the vile sorcerer, banish his undead minions back to the realm of the dead and drive off the savage beastmen. Deep in thought, the priestess remained silent the whole morning.<br/><br/>Only when they were already on the move and Ashara heard the beautiful shieldmaiden's question, did she speak. "They die as living beings do... only they do not, they become destroyed, the bonds of the unholy sorcery broken and their souls may seek rest in the otherworld," she said, "unless, of course, the dark wizard who had created them, did not bound their souls to this realm. But they can be destroyed nonetheless. I may provide some help with my divine magic, of course, but if my intuition is right, I doubt I'll have enough strength to overpower them all." She offered a faint smile to the blond-haired warrior.<br/><br/>Her body was well-protected today, even more so than the day before when they met after the war council. She still wore her chainmail adorned with fiery and carnal motifs, but she also picked up a heavy shield made of steel, coloured with red, pink and gold. The device on it showed a woman's smiling face, with fiery red hair, gold eyes and a healthy cleavage. Any warrior's attention could easily be drawn to an unusual weapon worn by the redhead. A whip covered with razors, their blades painted with red and orange, as if to resemble flames.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Knowledge (Geography) = 12</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br/>At 2014-04-28 14:12:54, Ashara of Flames (uid: 52021) rolls: 1d20 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=57852)</div></div></div></div>