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Oh shoot, that's right. Sorry, bad habit of mines. Guidance was a fire-and-forget buff that I always stacked with bless in my old campaign. I'll just have Kyra take a shot instead.
Kyra ducked back into the tower when the dragon used his breath attack on the wall. While they were lucky that the dragon didn't attack them, it only made Kyra angrier when she saw that the dragon was still killing the soldiers. "Get out of here! It's too dangerous let us handle it!" Kyra shouted as loudly as she could to the other soldiers, hoping that they would recognize her voice. Kyra couldn't say she was the strongest person in the village but she had taken down a dire boar alone, a feat that normally would take a group of militia men to accomplish. While they may need all the help they can get the last thing Kyra wanted was for so many good men to die.

Meanwhile she saw the half-orc keep charging the dragon. When he ran to the others Kyra thought he was going to go up the stairs to the dragon, but apparently he intended to take the express way and climb. Kyra cursed leaving her grappling arrow at home, as she could easily shoot it into one of the windows above to help the half-orc reach the dragon. Instead Kyra aimed her bow upwards and shot towards it's soft underbelly, which thanks to Parum's magic made it much easier for the elf to see. "The dragon is heading to the top! Make sure that guy doesn't kill himself, I'm going to head up!" In the mean time Kyra did decide to head inside the tower and try to find her way up towards the top. While she'd risk getting the dragon's attention, hopefully Orchid and Brannor would have already distract long enough for Kyra steals a few shots at it's face.

That might have been what he was thinking, I didn't argue it myself. I can kinda of see how that might be the case however since my party had a two-weapon fighter who always had near misses. I'm sure if he had my Bless when he fought he would have been more of a damage dealer than a meat shield.

Edit: And posted! I also decided to color my dialog pink so it's easier to see it.
I wouldn't mind, though I'll still try not to make her a total bitch. I'll make she she doesn't shoot you for trying to help her at least.
I do think I might have made Rochelle act a bit too edgy there.

We're definitely not what you'd imagine a heroic party to look like. I'm thinking of changing Rochelle's personality so she doesn't incite violence. I think everyone else can do that just fine without her.
This would be the first time a GM thought Bless worked like that! I thought so myself, but all the GM's who I've played a cleric with says that Bless can only be used once per casting, and only for as long as the casting lasts. I suppose having a miniature bardic inspiration that you can cast on three different people at once seemed too good to be true, but I'm glad that you'll let me use it like this. It certainly makes Bless and Kyra more useful.
Rochelle watched as the oracle mentioned a great evil and asked everyone to come with her to the chapel. Rochelle was never much of a church going girl, and she was starting to slowly lose interest in this group. It felt too big for her taste. But unless this town was about to be attacked by bandits it would seem that they're the only interesting thing happening here. As she waited and listened one of the loudmouths from the group came over and tried to talk to her. She wasn't sure why he was acting so shy now, he had no problems talking everyone's ears off before. Rochelle did just see him tell off the little girl about her bomb and then try to ask her how she made it. Sighing the gunslinger followed the others. "Sandy."

As everyone went to the chapel Rochelle did something similar as the big man in armor and took a some money from the offertory box. God gives, after all. Rochelle really did hope the oracle would get to the point soon, and didn't just bring everyone here to sell them on some religion or god. Otherwise she'd be very pissed that she ended up getting tricked into listening to someone's sermon. "So. Looks like the gang's all here. Don't know how some church is suppose to be safer than the tavern, they both burn just as good." Rochelle said, resting one hand on the handle of her gun. She was aware that some people would feel uneasy about that, and if anyone had a problem they'll see what they had to be afraid of.

@Ryougu@Darkmoon Angel
@The Harbinger of Ferocity

I know, but depending on how things go I might have to change the spells. Kyra may try to cast sanctuary to protect the guards since this is her home after all. I would assume she knows some of these people dying.

@Lucius Cypher

I know that website! I do like the commentary about them. Personally if I was ever a GM I would expect my players to put some effort into making a reasonable argument. For something like a knowledge check if they do well I would be willing to give them information the player them self might not be aware of, like the abilities of a Adult Blue Dragon, but I wouldn't tell them how to utilize that information. That's up to the player to make use of the knowledge they have, and the player should be able to have a sound argument for their diplomacy.

Pointing a knife at someone's neck might work if you're trying to intimidate, but it's not going to work for bluffing. At the same time, I don't care if you have a Diplomacy of a +40, you're not going to convince your enemy to give you their weapons unless you're using magic to compel them. Especially when they're skeletons.
A blood curdling roar thundered through the skies as the dragon decimated the soldiers on the ramparts with it's breath attack. There was no way to stop that; even the few who had readied their shields and hide behind cover were vaporized by lightning. It was indeed a frightening scene. Kyra wasn't even sure if she saw anyone she recognized but she had many friends in the militia. Friends from her youth who always wanted to be heroes, adventurers, and to defend their homes and family. They wished to die heroic deaths against a mighty foe and even if they were defeated, their actions would help others bring their enemy down. These same people who weren't even able to so much as draw an arrow before their life was gone in an instant.

Anger welled up inside of Kyra. What had her village done? What was so important about Greenest that they would attract the fury of a fully grown dragon? This was no mere bandit horde. Bandits Kyra has dealt with. Bandits made sense. But Greenest was a humble village that farmed and cultivated the natural gifts of the land around them. It was not some keep of ancient knowledge or fortress of a powerful lord. Seeing the dragon kill her people did not make Kyra scared. It made her angry.

"You... Y-you... YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!"

Just as the orcish warrior went forward Kyra reached into her bag and took out a small vial of holy water. It was barely a few ounces but with it she could channel her magic and bless Orchid, Parum, and Brannor. This wasn't a simple anointment: magic power surged through the water as the three would feel a slight divine presence strength their will and guide their hands. It was only a temporary assist but every bit would help in the face of this dragon.

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