A blood curdling roar thundered through the skies as the dragon decimated the soldiers on the ramparts with it's breath attack. There was no way to stop that; even the few who had readied their shields and hide behind cover were vaporized by lightning. It was indeed a frightening scene. Kyra wasn't even sure if she saw anyone she recognized but she had many friends in the militia. Friends from her youth who always wanted to be heroes, adventurers, and to defend their homes and family. They wished to die heroic deaths against a mighty foe and even if they were defeated, their actions would help others bring their enemy down. These same people who weren't even able to so much as draw an arrow before their life was gone in an instant.

Anger welled up inside of Kyra. What had her village done? What was so important about Greenest that they would attract the fury of a fully grown dragon? This was no mere bandit horde. Bandits Kyra has dealt with. Bandits made sense. But Greenest was a humble village that farmed and cultivated the natural gifts of the land around them. It was not some keep of ancient knowledge or fortress of a powerful lord. Seeing the dragon kill her people did not make Kyra scared. It made her angry.

[b]"You... Y-you... YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!"[/b]

Just as the orcish warrior went forward Kyra reached into her bag and took out a small vial of holy water. It was barely a few ounces but with it she could channel her magic and bless Orchid, Parum, and Brannor. This wasn't a simple anointment: magic power surged through the water as the three would feel a slight divine presence strength their will and guide their hands. It was only a temporary assist but every bit would help in the face of this dragon.

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Kyra casted Bless on Parum, Brannor, and Orchid. When you roll an attack or saving through, you can choose to add a 1d4 to the result. It last for one minute or until it's used.
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