Kyra wasted no time getting everyone out of the chapel. Understandably, some of the acolytes wanted to preserve the books and other treasures the church had, such as the large chrysanthemum ornament that served as the center piece of their main chapel. It was masterfully crafted with darkwood, by one of Greenest's eldest master wood carvers before he died. It was so good in fact that there were many offers by various lords and nobles to purchase it, paying so much that they could upgrade their humble chapel into a full blown cathedral. But for many reasons they refused those offers. That old master was Falconmoon's own teacher as a priest of Chauntea, and the one who had established the worship here in Greenest in the first place. Through his skills at wood working and the help of the people of Greenest, they made the chapel they were in now. And before his death he carved that chrysanthemum as a symbol of unity and hard work here in Greenest. Sufficent to say, it was more valuable sentimentally then it was materialistically, and it was still very expensive.

However if there was one thing that Kyra wouldn't put a price on, it was the lives of her acolytes. Though these young men and women may consider Kyra their sister of the church, they mustn't forget that she is technically their new leader. Falconmoon may have not formally retired but the responsibilities of the chapel, and those within it, lies in Kyra's hands. It wasn't as if she didn't want to save her precious chapel either; through tears and bitterness, she had to choose their lives over this holy place. This place, a sacred ground that was suppose to provide safety and protection to anyone who enters their doors, had to be abandoned if Kyra wished to actually save the lives within it. Fortunately all it took was a stern sentence and her own tears for Kyra to convince the younglings to come with her. Once everyone had grabbed their things, they quickly left before any of the raiders broke through. Though the thought of letting the others go ahead while she tried to fend off the raiders did cross her mind, Kyra continued to lead the others instead. She had to.

Fortunately the party managed to reach the back entrance with very little trouble. Falconmoon kept pace despite his old age, and the others were young enough to catch up. While Brannor led with his blade ready to cut down any foes, Kyra kept her eyes peeled for any kobolds spying upon them. She would shoot them down before they could spread information about their activities; Kyra would rather not let the raiders know that they were actively undermining their operations. That way they would lower their guard just like at the back of the church, and allow their small group to do massive amount of damage. Brannor went to knock on the door using the pattern they were taught. Kyra had the survivors and other villagers wait by the door while she and the rest of the party watched the parameter. 

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