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Lyra looks over at the dogs piling onto the deer and winces a bit. "Oh geez." She climbs down from the car and turns to face the remaining hotchi, frowning. "Well. That didn't go so great. Sorry about your deer, I guess."

Sterling says, "At the very least, those dogs don't seem like they want to rip our guts out anymore. What should we do now?"

Lyra looks back over in the direction the car is heading in and goes, "Well, might as well try." She once again readies her crossbow and fires it at the nearby stripey-golden dog.

Light Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Lyra lets out a quick cheer. "Hey! I hit something!"

Sterling makes a contented chirp. "I knew it would happen someday."

Reflex (Lyra): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Reflex (Sterling): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Fly: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Sterling briefly gets knocked off of Lyra, but quickly manages to fly back and regain his footing.

Lyra leans over and yells, "Hey, what's the big idea?"

Still running after the car, Lyra braces herself for the jump, and almost as if on instinct she shouts the words to the Guidance spell, aiming it at herself. Then, holding her breath, she makes the leap...

Reflex: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 1 = 23

...and soars through the air with unearthly agility and grace, almost effortlessly executing a mid-air somersault, landing perfectly on the roof of the car in a squatting position.

There is a flutter of wings as Sterling hurriedly chases after her...

Reflext: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

...and then he lands on Lyra's head, nesting himself in her fluffy hair, gasping for breath before saying, "Gods, you really have to make this more difficult for the both of us, don't you?" He pauses. "That was pretty sick, though."

Lyra grins. "I live for this, Sterling."

Lyra lowers her crossbow and glances at Khaan, trying to avoid lingering on the weird meat-android for too long. "Uh. Thanks, I guess," she says, and then starts walking away until Sterling nudges her cheek.

"You could do something about her injuries, y'know," he whispers.

"Oh, uh, right. Of course."

She slowly lifts up her left hand, spreading it open as a faint yellow light begins to glow around it. She clenches her fist and then releases hit as though flinging something into the air, and a thin beam of golden fire suddenly envelops Khaan.

Heavenly Fire: 1d4 ⇒ 1

The fire quickly dissipates, revealing Khaan to be... mostly the same as she was before.

Lyra blinks, standing there awkwardly for a few moments, and then runs after Ler'Zet, trying to catch up with him before he reaches the car. As usual, Sterling follows her.

Lyra glances at Ler'zet and Khaan and gives them a sly smile, saying, "Thanks for the help." She then winces, instinctively clutching the wounds left by the dog. "It'd be nice if one of us could actually hit it, though."

Before the dog gets the chance to lunge at her again, she whirls around and fires another bolt at it, Sterling watching her with rapt attention.

Light Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

She lets out a long sigh. "Case in point."

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Overhearing Ealykam's request, in Orcish Lyra responds, "Don't worry, we're going to get Ban back for you." Then, hearing Jaml's cry for help, she adds, "That might have to wait, though."

Once again she runs off with Sterling flying beside her, until Jaml and the dog are within her sight. She raises her crossbow and murmurs, "C'mon, c'mon, please don't miss," and then takes the shot.

Light Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Lyra turns to the hotchi and says, "Don't worry, we'll save the deer."

Springing into action, Lyra runs towards the calico dog, Sterling following after her, and the two of them stop about ten feet short of its position. She readies her crossbow and fires it at the dog.

Light Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

In her hastiness, Lyra completely misses her target, and the bolt clatters harmlessly onto the ground. Lyra curses under her breath, and Sterling whispers, "Nice shot."

"I am Ler'Zet," he says, looking over at Lyra. "There is always something of interest in the land, if one looks close enough. Familiarity can make one blind to what one sees."

Lyra tilts her head for a moment as though considering Ler'zet's words. Then she just shrugs. "I guess. Honestly, I've been dying to get out of here for years. There's some things that you just can't find staying at home all your life."

Realizing she hasn't introduced herself yet, she then says, "I'm Lyra, by the way. And this is my friend, Sterling."

Lyra gestures toward Sterling and he gives the group a cordial nod. "Charmed."

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 9 - 5 = 17

Lyra nods slightly, still somewhat apprehensive of the android and her suited companion. "Nice to meet you, Rivket, I guess," she says quietly, glancing out the window at the scenery passing by outside.

Sterling hops over onto her shoulder and mutters, "Rivket? Is that foreign or something?" Lyra simply shrugs.

Lyra shifts in her seat, trying to get herself comfortable in the cramped car. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, she clears her throat awkwardly and says, "Sooo, I guess we got some time to kill before we actually get anywhere interesting, huh?"

She looks around the car, peering over Frog beside her. "Um, I don't think anyone's actually introduced themselves yet, have they? I know Frog, but not the rest of you."

Lyra gets out of the car and quickly looks around, Sterling also peering back and forth on her shoulder.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 1 + 2 = 18

Noticing the other hotchi child, she says, "Yeah, looks like one of their deer got loose. One of the children is running off after it some ways downslope."

Lyra looks down the slope and then back at the cart in the middle of the road. Making a decision, she slowly walks towards the larger of the two hotchi children next to the cart, and in the hotchi language she says, "What's wrong? Is that a friend of yours down there?"

Lyra briefly looks back at the vast desert stretching out behind her, her ears perking up at the sound of the rattling wind baffles. Her gaze lingers for a moment, as though making as silent prayer. Then she turns back, and in one swift motion, hops into the back of the car, and says, "Alright! The world out there isn't gonna wait around for us, so we shouldn't either. Let's get this show on the road already."

Lyra squints in the sunlight at the newcomers, her tail swaying restlessly behind her. Tapping her foot, she says, "You guys really took your time getting here, huh? I'd started to think we'd have to make the trip on our own."

She gives them a sly smile, but internally begins to appraise each of the three arrivals. Lyra's met plenty of strange people over the years in the form of travelers stopping by her dad's bar, but none of them were ever quite as strange as the android now standing before her- an uncanny mixture of metal and flesh. That, and the harsh, grinding voice...

The other two passengers, on the other hand, seem comparatively normal, especially the snakefolk man. Lyra makes a note to keep an eye on the shadow, though - she knows better than to trust someone who just wears a suit for the hell of it.