It had been a very exciting day. First, the cooks had found their hands on pork. Actual pork, and had made bacon for the entire fortchurch. Whichever trader had brought that to them had better be making a return trip. Meat was so hard to transport to the mountains, and stay fresh.
Secondly, a magical orb of light had lead Cornelia to a somewhat remote location in the mountains! As she arrived, others did too. Seems the orb had companions. As she neared the top, cloak still wrapped around her face to protect from the wind, the scent of ash and smoke reached her nose. The orbs took off, leaving an awkward silence in their wake. Cornelia pondered the moment, pale eyes slowly roaming the others. Any thoughts or ideas she had, however, were abandoned when one threw herself down the mountain, followed by more. Cornelia stepped over to the edge, eyes examining the burning village with a rationale that was almost callous. Most of the village was scorched. Anyone left within was either dead or in the process of dying. Most likely anyway. Cornelia began to stride down the hill, unslinging her gargantuan shield and drawing her sword. In a bellowing voice, she hollered out to the others, voice echoing through the dead hills.

[color=00a651]"IT WOULD BE SMARTER TO WORK TOGETHER ON THIS INSTEAD OF RUSHING IN LIKE FOOLS!"[/color]

Running headlong in, legends or no, was a sign of stupidity. Besides that, the town was fairly open. Her back would be exposed. She really hoped at least one of these people would join her and keep her back safe. She slammed her sword against the shield several times, the clanging metal ringing sharply in the cold air, picking up her pace as the momentum of heading down the hill kicked up, thundering along with shield up, sword tip gouging the snow as she huffed.

Time to be a hero.