Kyra knew, in the back of her mind, that these creatures were only driven by greed. If they had all the treasure they wanted to felt that this place was too much trouble to rob, they would leave. But deep inside of her Kyra didn't care why they're here or what they're after: she wanted them dead. Not gone, dead. Every last one of them, gutted and skewered like animals. These thoughts polluted he mind as filled her will with negative intent, but she had to take a deep, death-filled breath to remember her vows. Death was a part of life, and it is within the nature of man and beasts to kill one another. As much as Kyra wanted to hate these creatures, what they did was as natural for them as hunting a deer was for Kyra. She only considers it evil because she is the victim.

Pushing these thoughts away Kyra tried to focus on the morbid tasks of attending to the wounded. At this point some of the other soldiers came back to carry off the dead, allowing Kyra to try and heal those who still lived. Other healers arrived and Kyra did her best to assist them. She was given some basic supplies and medicine and told to stabilize as many people as she could. First she started with the most heavily wounded: those with missing limbs or on the cusp of death. Many begged her for mercy and to put them out of their misery, but she ignored their cries as she bandaged their wounds and could only ease their pain. The ones she couldn't save, the ones who were only a hare's breath from death, she could not stay and comfort either.

Kyra doesn't know how many lives she saved and frankly if asked, she would stay say it wasn't enough. She's been fighting and healing the people Greenest since the attack first began, and even before she's been on hand to cure those suffering from plague, natural disasters, or even bandit attacks. But this would be the first time ever that so many people were injured and she couldn't help any of them. The guilt weighed heavily on her mind but she had to ignore it. Guilt and doubt had no place when there was work to be done. As she was about to start on another patient, Brannor came and told her she's being hailed. Kyra was confused at first with who he was referring to as "Priestess" until she remembered that the others were only member of the clergy of Chauntea, and only Kyra was their official cleric. Granted, there was her teacher but... She hasn't seen him since the attack began. Knowing him however Kyra could say that he saved as many people as he could.

[color=pink]"Kyra Sherpard. You can just call me Kyra."[/color]

She hoped that this was important, because there were still many here who needed healing. The acolytes had some knowledge in medicine but none of them had the same skill as she did. She handed her healing kit to another and gave them as many directions as she could before she picked up her bow and sword, following the swordsman to the top of the tower. There was another spellcaster, the old man with the turtle shell shield, who was also coming along. Kyra doesn't recognize him but she was aware that his powers felt... Similar to hers. Divine, but the source was different. It didn't really matter but Kyra was somewhat wary. It didn't help that the old man spoke in riddles sometimes. When Greenest was under attack she didn't expect to see so many new, friendly faces. 

Once she arrived Kyra noted that not only were the strangers from before here, but was so was the mayor. Kyra didn't concern herself with the politics of the village so she doesn't interact with the mayor, but current moods has made Kyra question his motives and intentions. Why hasn't he already out someone to find help? Why hole up in the fortress? And what exactly did he want now? Though Kyra remained stoic, she could feel her emotions brewing within.

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Kyra helps the other healers attend to the wounded and then goes to see the mayor.
Medicine = [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1866]23[/url]
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