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Naerah wastes no time wading into battle. She rushes up behind one of Desertsand's guards, a man who's name she cant remember, but who she can recall giving a poultice for a bad case of sunstroke a few months ago. "No worries man, she says reassuringly "well drive the vultures off!"
She curses as her swing goes wide.
Naerah bellows a challenge at the newcomers. Welcoming the chance to continue battle, a grin on her dark lips. "For Desertsands and the Sun!" She yells as she runs into the fray brandishing her scimitar.
Naerah laughs as the last of her foes falls. She smiles, the sun glinting brightly off of her white teeth. Once it is clear that no more foes are going to arrive she drops to her knees, facing toward the sun, brow pressed to the hot sand. She speaks softly, as if in prayer. "Thank you sun for your fire, and thank you Nethys for mine." She completes this short ritual and stands back up. "I would say that the open gate served it's purpose wonderfully. She says to Sulan "without it these lowlifes likely wouldn't have mustered up the courage to throw themselves into our waiting defence. She walks over rolling her shoulders in their sockets and looks at the map. "I know little of maps and markers, but perhaps you are right Ael." She looks out over the sand. "There will be more of these people out there. If we can figure out their goals they will be all the easier to cleanse"
Seeing her enemy nearly defeated Naerah rushes in to claim the final blow.
Naerah presses the attack seeing only one bandit standing.
"Blast and burn" Nearah curses as she twists her wrist trying to avoid hitting Ael and scorches the sand rather than her target.
Nearah laughs as it is clear that her foes are breaking before her. She steps forward and continues her flaming assault.
Naerah scoffs as Khazima uses what she calls magic. Oh the eagle seemed to do it's job alright, but having another being deal your damage for you is hardly the same thing at all. She is more impressed at Ael's powerful attack, but finds herself scoffing again at the concern in his voice. She steps forward and breaths deeply of the scorching air. "Don't surrender yet" Naerah growls, "The sun is still high" As she says this she draws heat from the core of her being and the burning sun above, launching it at a bandit with a sharp, dismissive motion like a back-handed slap.
Naerah grins feeling the power of her destructive magic.
Naerah nods along with the debates and questions. She chuckles at Aels comment about direction, she has always liked a sense of humour. The rest seem to have the questioning under control so she spends her time looking around at her companions. I hope they are strong she thinks. She knows that Khazima can hold her own despite being entirely wrong-minded about how magic should be used. The half orc certainly looks strong, but she hopes he has the wits to back up his muscles. She's always suspected that Anton has posses some hidden skills, but she does not know how useful they will be in a fight, and the half-elf she knows next to nothing about at all. She is about to complain about this process taking too long when the cry comes up from the messenger. About time! she declares as she turns to run toward the gate. Nethys bless me in destroying my foes! As she runs she draws both her heavy wooden shield and her scimitar which she always keeps honed to a razors edge. The sun glints off of it's polished blade, and it almost glows in the desert heat. She grins as she runs. A chance to fight, to use fire, to show up Khazmia! What a lovely day! she thinks.
"Greetings Anton" Naerah says cautiously, she has never trusted the short, crafty man, though she knows that he is clever. "And greetings to you Khazima. I am glad you remember my mastery of fire" she adds, narrowing her eyes. She considers ribbing her long time rival but decides against it. Their feud is between themselves, and no one else here would be likely to understand the nuances of their magical philosophy. "Simmer down you two" she says, looking at Ael and Sulan. I am glad that you two get along, but remember that violence is only useful when directed. Then she turns her eyes back to Katelin and says "Yes Katelin, you have called us here, so tell us what you would have us do."
I hope Ael will be here, let's give him a day or so. Perhaps you'd like to PM him GM?
Naerah smiles as she gazes up at the blazing midday sun. She feels it's light heat her blood and quicken her heart. She takes a moment to simply enjoy the burning heat, and to exalt in the greatest fire that has ever, and will ever burn. Eventually she turns her orange-brown gaze down to the square; down to the stinging golden sand, the people who rush about, and the message calling for aid flown on high. She notes several of the people as they rush by who she has attended to before. A young boy whose broken leg she set, a mother who she nursed through a fever. I wish these townsfolk could take better care of themselves she thinks, but shakes her head - her braid moving side to side - to clear her head of these thoughts. She finally lowers her gaze to the group that is supposed to be assembling her in defense of Desertsands. The half-orc stands out immediately, his enormous height making sure of that. One of the only people around here taller than me I'd warrant she notes. Her eyes - well trained with both fire and healing - easily spot the burn marks on his body. Naerah wonders if he is a magic user like herself, or if he simply had fire used against him in the past. Either way, she supposes that he will understand it's power. Of course Katelin is a familiar face, it's difficult to live around here without getting to know her. Naerah nods as Katelin and the half-orc talk but before they continue she speaks in a bold, attention-grabbing tone: "Come now" she says. We have all read the call for aid, there is no need to jump to specifics immediately. The sun is warm and there is no danger threatening for the moment, let us get to know each other". She pauses, surveying the group before saying "I am Naerah al Bashae, some of you may know me as the town's healer, but I will have you know that I know far greater applications for magic than base medicine." She smiles after saying this, and looks around, waiting to see who next will introduce themselves, somewhat hoping that someone will ask what other powers she has.
Also happy to be here. If it is an option I'm not opposed to using background skills but I can go either way. |
