<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/83xLMDD.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Orlith Belgoria (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14823482#msg14823482)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>: 38/38<strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>AC</strong>:  14/14<strong>Tagging</strong>: Ezikariel<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>channel energy:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">kinetic</div><div class="spoiler_body">Flames erupt from your weapon, shedding bright light in a 20-foot radius and dim light for an additional 20 feet. While the weapon is ablaze, it deals an extra 1d6 fire damage to any target it hits. The flames last until your rage ends, you channel energy differently, or until you drop or sheathe the weapon.</div></div><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Orlith gave a small shake of her head as Kayla showed no concern nor discretion at all. Perhaps she was just naive, because any seasoned wanderer worth their salt knew that no one ever suddenly stopped a stranger in the middle of the road for any benevolent reason, holy woman or no, especially after playing at harmlessly passing by immediately before hand. The tiefling remained silent as they started their questioning. She didn't recognize the names being thrown around, but she did understand the<em>tone</em>in the priestesses voice when she spoke of Isabella being "touched".<br/><br/>"rather presumptuous that you could do us harm even if you wished to..."  Orlith casually remarked as she continued to sharpen her blade, acting as if she weren't talking to anyone in particular when her statement was very targeted towards the halfling. She nodded along as Kayla finally seemed to catch on and tried to peacefully turn the priestesses away,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 5pt;">"take the reigns and prepare to ride"</span>Orlith whispered to the human as she casually stepped down off of the wagon, her stance nonthreatening but no less imposing as she loomed over the spying duo, "It won't be said again: be on your way missionaries. I'm sure your God has better uses for you than martyrdom..." she said, stabbing the tip of her greatsword into the ground in front of her, as if drawing a line in the sand, "Brüsc..." she muttered softly, her blade suddenly engulfed in flame in the blink of an eye.