<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">N'trish'ta Songfire (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x_zUnbLDkhN5lscU54WR9hNvwFWx_uvDdMHC9diq96c/edit)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/81bcdfed52c836dd51f1632dcba4ab1a--dark-elf-fantasy-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong>Class/Level : </strong>Cleric 1<br/><br/><strong>HP : </strong>8<br/><strong>AC : </strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions : </strong>N/A<br/><strong>Negative Conditions : </strong>N/A<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Such magnificent destruction could not but provoke a certain level of reverence in N'Trish'ta.  Her eyes locked on the destruction of the fortress in blood freezing awe.  How such devastation could be possible was totally beyond her comprehension...<br/><br/><br/>Beyond her comprehension.  That set the tone for the onrushing nightmare. The indescribable prowess of the succubus-kin who'd started this devastation decades ago, now destroying one of the world's mightiest paladins with a few deft thrusts.  The balor--Khorramzadeh the Storm King, a demon of the highest order, more than able to demand the obedience of any other of his kind...<br/><br/>He stood head and shoulders taller than the cathedral where she'd lived most of her life!  Her place of secret joy in the bell tower, where she went to greet the rising son with song?  It would put her on level with his chest!<br/><br/>Murder and chaos abound.  Disguised paladin's revealing their true allegiance and spilling blood right and left!  Even the arrival of a new champion--the mightiest force for good she'd ever seen--couldn't break her shock.<br/><br/>The ebony girl didn't even know Kayla!  Wasn't certain she'd properly overheard the dancer's name, but this was a fellow dancer, artistic and spiritual, loving and free.  And now a leather lash wrapped around her neck and jerked her away through the crowd.<br/><br/>Curved spring steel sang in N'Trish'Ta's hands.  Fierce fury and determination crossed her delicate features.  White and crimson hair whipped about from the cyclones kicked up by the epic battle.<br/><br/>Trish broke into a run, determined to rescue her fellow dancer.  Another Templar loomed before her.  His blade came up to cut her down.<br/><br/>Trish was faster!  her scimitar flickered out to slash open the Templar's arm, slicing mail, padding, and flesh.  Drawing blood.<br/><br/>The sword wasn't slowed!   Trish could bleed this man, but she lacked the strength to sever muscles or shatter bone.  The ebony girl shrieked an fell into a backwards roll just barely fast enough to save her own life.<br/><br/>Two quick tumbles and Trish was on her feet again, ruby eyes burning with crimson furry...<br/><br/>Then the earth opened up and she tumbled into the darkness.  A fresh scream was ripped from her lungs!  Trish twisted around, desperate to find a handhold.<br/><br/>She saw Terendelev's body, covered in her own blood and char.  She saw the mighty dragon's death a heartbeat away.<br/><br/>And her eyes found hers.<br/><br/>And with unconditional love Trish could only call holy, the dragon cast a spell to save their lives with her dying breath.