[centre][color=fff79a][h1]Lairëcúma the Bard[/h1][/color][/centre]
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[hr][right][code] The Waystone Inn - Inside
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Lairëcúma disappeared in the initial quake, when her barstool went out from under her right as she was sitting down.

She re-appeared belatedly at the entrance to the Inn bracing herself within the doorframe like a sailor on a mast.

Lairëcúma was not a physically imposing woman. She was tall perhaps, for a non-elven woman. Certainly centuries of dance hadn't left her weakened cripple. Yet no one looked at the golden hair bard with thoughts that she would be performing feats of strength, lifting beams off trapped survivors or anything of that sort.

Braced in that doorway, looking out at the sea of chaos that then surrounded her, she reflected on a time and a different version of herself that might've done such things anyway. A brash young elf that thought she'd known things. Thought she knew what helping was and things like what was truly right and what was truly wrong. A young bard that had lived once, some centuries ago, who'd since died a thousand small deaths and hadn't yet realized the purpose of life was to die but once.

Lairëcúma was something of a calm amidst the storm.

In that calm she lifted her hand towards the heavens, her lips moving in the quiet invocation of one spell and then another.

First a 30ft pillar of light erupted upon her, shining like a beacon or a spotlight then came a clap of thunder carried by a spell of prestidigitation.

For her own part, the bard seemed to have no problem projecting her voice into the quieted space that followed.

[color=fff79a]"Greetings, if I could have your attention would everyone kindly please LISTEN THE FUCK UP!

Anyone working on someone in immediate danger: LET US KNOW IF YOU NEED HELP.
Anyone who is injured but can still move: COME HERE, we will help you here.
Anyone with healing magic: DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT waste your magic on the first injured person you see.
Magical healing is for those who cannot be treated by non-magical means ONLY!
If you are trapped, or injured and cannot get to us but are not in immediate danger: let someone know where you are and stay put. WE WILL GET TO YOU WHEN WE CAN.
I will now direct your attention to THE TIEFLING ON THE ROOF!"[/color]

There was a brief pause as Lairëcúma dismissed the minor illusion spell, and recast it again: this time a pillar of light illuminated Cali standing atop the roof of the Waystone Inn.

[color=fff79a]"Rescuers and healers: when you finish what you are doing: THE TIEFLING WILL DIRECT YOU to the next person in need of immediate rescue or healing.
If anyone finds someone in need of IMMEDIATE healing or rescue: GET THE TIEFLING'S ATTENTION and help direct healers or rescuers to them.
If you find someone trapped or injured, but NOT immediately dying. DO NOT HARASS THE TIEFLING:
Mark their location, come to me and let someone here know where they are. 
We will assist them as soon as we are able.
If anyone is uninjured and unsure what they should be doing: COME SEE ME!"[/color]

In what followed, Lairëcúma quickly found herself directing people up onto the roof to help Cali, or the rescue workers. She also started recruiting those too old, injured, or inebriated to do rescue work to help her organize the casualty collection point and gathering up any supplies that might be of use. She also set a couple of children to harassing Rosa or anyone else they could find for healing items or barring that, strong spirits, honey or anything else that might help them prepare for what was about to happen.