Emerging from the fire of the Inn's hearth, the dancer, Alekto, set forth towards the bar. Molten fingers smoothed through flame bitten hair until idle strands draped over her shoulders. Rounding the bar, she plucked up a glass and bottle of rum, bringing both to her for her enjoyment.

Isuelt had dallied in the alley for a bit, in actuality. And for once, she emerged through the back door with a smirk on her face. There was an overly amorous couple whom she frankly was worried about...you know...not the cleanest place to do that. Oh well, it was not her responsibility and she only found it rather amusing.

Alekto leans into the bar, the glass in her hand is lifted to her lips while orange irises scan the Inn. At the sight of the Scath coming through the back, she grins and shifts, easing over the bar and to the opposite side. Colors of Bhaal flashing in her wake.

Isuelt's lips turned upwards into a deeper smile as her gaze swept over the familiar patrons, "Hail!" She was in a better mood than she'd been earlier after that strange run-in with Renna. Half a bottle of whiskey will do that to you, you know.

Ahh, unnoticed, but Alekto doubted that would be for much longer. After all, red is such a vivid color. For now, she'd have to savor a bit of rum and weigh her chances. To play....or not to play..

A wink to Cor and then to Alyx...but...then her espresso gaze fell upon a redheaded patron...and that expression fell from her features like a rock off a cliff.

Fingers twiddled and she winked, a devilish grin on the dancer's face. The remainder of Alekto's glass tumbled through parted lips before it was set mouth down upon the bar top.

Had she seen Serah a moment earlier, she would have waved and asked after her. However, presently she had eyes only for Alekto. The skin on the back of her neck began to feel cold and clammy, her throat was dry and she did everything she could not to draw the dagger from her boot right then and there and send it sailing toward the soft spot in Alekto's throat.

Now that wasn't quite a pleasant thought. Alekto kept her warm and gentle smile upon her face, orange eyes even danced with mirth. Slipping to her feet, she weighed her options again then mused," Beautiful night Isuelt....Perfect for a fire." then she winked. The dancer moved on her toes to the front door, paused, and blew a kiss towards Issy as she made her way out. A dare in her eyes.

Isuelt's lips were so taught that they actually paled in color. Her left hand crossed her body and found the hilt of her right blade. There was a darkness in her glare as she stalked to the door, following Alekto, whom she wanted to rip to pieces with her bare hands for what she had stolen from her when last they met.

Fires lit a trail along the worn out road to the temple along the Northwest Cliffs. The dancer was certain to give Issy a bread crumb, here or there, before the Scath would come up upon the temple gates. Dangled by a rope was a set of children, because they were easy vices to an end. Lounging, one leg draped over the edge was none other than the dancer, looking lovingly towards a fire that rested in her free palm. Those children, looked mortified.

The Scathachian raced after Alekto, drawing her blade in mid-stride, trying to keep up with her on the trek from the Inn to the Northwest Cliffs. Her hasty pace, however, halted as she came finally upon the scene and caught up to the fire dancer. Those dark eyes of hers widened in horror as she saw the children dangling by a rope. "Wait! Don't!" Her hands went up, blades and all, "Don't hurt them!" Sweet goddess, was Alekto going to burn those kids alive"

"Tell me something....What kind of goddess would leech of a loyal servant until they're dead, then inflict another to endure the same process...?" Orange hues drifted down to Issy even as the fire in her free hand drifted closer to her other arm and danced around it, moving lower and lower towards the rope. "My Master knows all about your dear Vessel. Even knows she's strayed from the safety of the temple.....Though it's hardly safe, now is it' Let's play a game, shall we"!" She swayed her arm, forcing the children attached to the rope to rock back and forth.

The muscles of her arms, clearly seen flexing in the moonlight, still remained in the air with her blades high over her head. Alekto's words stung her ears. How many times had Isuelt worried about Valkyrie being outside the sacred and blessed walls of the Sanctuary' Now, her fear seemed to be realized. Still...there was something about the tone of the Bhaalite fire dancer's voice that ironically sent an icy chill up the Scathachian's spine. "No games. No games, Alekto. You want me" To fight' You come down here and do it face to face. Honorably! Leave the kids out of this!" The children were frightened, to say the least, the littlest of them starting to cry as the rope creaked and swayed. "I'm right here!"

"ME"!" She let out a shrill laugh as she swayed the children again, the fire twisting around her wrist, getting closer to that rope. "Honorable....You are too funny." She waggled a finger at the woman before she shook her head. "No. I'm going to give you a choice....A choice to prove to this city what it is you care about more.....It's people" Little ones included." She shook them to get a scream from one for effect," Or your goddess, the leech." Then she lifted a finger, "Slow down....I know what you're thinking. Rush rush rush. Save the children and kick the fire dancer's ass!" She billowed. "How many sisters sleep in their beds tonight?" Then her free hand reached behind her, her palm flattening towards the temple," This rope, is doused in oil, as are these children, they will burn for quite some time before their screams stop. Will you let them do so while you're busy saving your family?" And with that fire blazed from her palm like molten lava towards the temple, engulfing it like dry brush in a wild fire. Mean while the fire about her wrist surged for the rope and the children, closing around them in merely a heart beat as Alekto let them drop. She gave Issy an innocent look as the children began to fall to the ground, "Oops..."

The Judge's face was racked with pain in seeing the defenseless children scream out to her in horror. Scream out to the Scathachian to save them. Was this not who she was here to protect' Those who cannot protect themselves" Her eyes watched the swaying of the children, thinking that if she had to try and catch them or break their fall, she'd have to time it pretty perfectly. Yet, Alekto's words burned through her mind...your goddess, the leech....And then, it happened. There were no words for her emotions. Her Temple. Scathach's Temple. The Temple where the people of Rhydin could come and worship or thank Scathach, the goddess of war and righteous vengeance, for protecting them from the vile villains of the city. It was engulfed in flame. How many of her Sisters were there" Any of them' Eudora, their kindly ally who helped the Scathachians watch and keep the Temple, and Kai, the temple's Keeper. Were they inside" Were Rhydinian citizens" This was the Temple that was used to nurture the sick and ailing. How many citizens were seeking safety, refuge and peace this night' Her heart dropped. "NO!" Her blades were abandoned where she dropped them, they clanged to the ground. Isuelt ran forward, but her steps were interrupted. Alekto, high atop the wall just between the temple and the Scathachian Sanctuary, sitting there like a queen on her perverse throne, had let the children drop. Their little screams in unison called out for a savior! She ran to try and intercept the little ones who had precious little moments before their tender flesh was burned from their bones, the fire was sliding down the rope so quickly!

Alekto let out a soft giggle of pleasure and tapped her chin while she watched. Her hand turned open to aim at Issy, but it was as if a voice had stopped her from doing as she desired. A little puff and an exasperated sigh left her as she muttered," As you wish." Standing from her perch, she took a swan dive and vanished within the fire, the blaze growing brighter and bolder as she did so.

The fire spread so quickly, that oil along the rope and along the children ate up the flame and spit it back out even hotter! Their little cries and panicking screaming were only momentarily hushed as they fell atop Isuelt, who had tried to catch them. She ended up only breaking their fall; oil-spattered fire dripping everywhere. Her gloveless hands tried to tear at the ropes, push it up and over the children...she got one free, then another. She rolled them on the ground, yelling at them to continue until their fires were out. Hopefully, the oil would burn itself out if it was covered in mud, dirt, and muck. "KEEP ROLLING!" The pain on her hands was secondary as she tried to free the last child from the ropes. She could smell the stink of burnt hair piercing her nostrils. She knew she had only moments before the smell of sooty oil and burnt hair would turn into charred flesh. Her naked hands grabbed at the rope, knowing that she had no choice. The tiniest child was done for without her help. The white-hot pain that shot up her arms would be brief...she hoped! Finally, she pulled the fiery rope from the child and rolled him along the dirt. What she didn't realize was that her own clothing, her leathers, had been smeared in that oil. But as she looked up to try and spot Alekto, her heart broke to see the Temple walled off by orange flame and thick black smoke.

Moments passed and the fire eating at the temple burned unquenched. People staggered from the main doors, side windows, and the back, coughing up the smoke that clouded their lungs. Staggering into the court yard, several people gawked back at the fire then. Another moment, more, a few, stumbled through the doors, injured, burned, shocked. Yet even more remained within.

The older two children were clinging to each other, dirty and scared, but so far unharmed. "TAKE YOUR CLOTHING OFF! IT'S COVERED IN OIL!" She began to undress the youngest little boy, ripping at his oil-soaked clothing, sending fire dripping all over herself. Still, her ears and eyes looked to her beloved Scathachian Temple and those who were running from it. It had stood as a steadfast point of hope for the city, and now" Now it was a bastardized portrait of hell.

One would need to be a blind fool not to see such a blaze illuminating the night. The mechanical armored man's landing is preceded by a wailing scream that is only drown out by the roar of heat and flame. Winds kick up dust in a large radius as the mystery hero points his palms at the burning children. Waves of sound crank out in a crescendo creating a smothering wind in the hopes it would blow out the flames upon the children like a candle. "How many are still within?" A mechanical voice asks in urgent dialogue.

Issy screamed to him, "I...I DON"T KNOW!" She was tried to be heard over the screams, the exploding of the windows, and the roar of Reverb's aid. What she did know, was that she wasn't rubbing dirt on her arms and the pain now as the flames made themselves known speared her like a thousand knife points. There was no time to sit there and modestly unlace the leather vest she wore. She grabbed at her boot until she found the dagger she kept within its shaft. Then, she sliced through the lacings down her front and shimmied her smoking shoulders until she was out of the enflamed leather corset. Her burnt hands went to her hair to clap out any fire there. And as she stood up, she breathed raggedly in her black bra and leather pants. All three children clasping at her legs, and each other. She looked over at Reverb, perhaps remembering him from another time, then back to those pouring out of the Temple gates. Isuelt frantically looked at the faces, hoping to see Kai and Eudora.

"Understood, citizen." The single lens in his helmet shutters and clicks as though taking many pictures before touching a button behind where it's ear should be. "Request fire squads along the Northwest Cliffs. Sky-achian temple is burning. Send medical aid." Then he is flying over the walls in another banshee scream, rushing into the building without pause.

"Get back. C'mon..." Isuelt ushered the children who still were clinging to her legs, nearly naked, behind her. Finally a few of the citizens who had gathered to watch in horror as the Temple burned, took the children and covered them in blankets. "Oh, Mother Scathach..." She whispered in horror, "...what are we to do against such enemies?" Alekto was nowhere to be seen, though she had left her fiery Bhaalite mark on the heart of this Scathachian.

"Isuelt!" Ebon came onto the scene at a run, followed by a young woman. "Is there anyone still inside, do you know?"

Narisa paused at the sight of the flames, as if entranced by them, then shook her head and started towards the temple.

Shell-shocked, Isuelt turned to see Ebon. "I...Ebon! I don't know! I haven't seen Kai or Eudora!" There were people seemingly everywhere now, being pushed back by more intelligent citizens as the Temple succumbed to the fiery plague.

Windows upon the second level blast outward with a ghostly screech before bed sheets tied together like ropes are thrown out. A few able bodied citizens start to climb their way down two by two, but there were still far more inside.

Moving quickly, as if Ebon's appearance had spurred her into action, Isuelt looked around and found her twin blades. She was heading toward the gates, though she seemed to have momentarily forgot that she was barely covered, and her leather pants were still slicked with oil.

Ebon frowned, then looked towards the Temple as he heard that screech and saw those climbing. "I'll do what I can." He took to the air, flying towards the flaming building....as he approached, he reached out with his mind and voice alike. "If you are there, call out! We're here to help you, we'll get you out of there!"

Narisa paused at the gates, and looked back when she heard Issy approaching. "Lady Isuelt, I don't know if you remember me....Narisa. I'll try to bring down the flames. It's hard....but I'll do my best."

Isuelt blinked at Narisa. For a moment, it looked as if Isuelt couldn't remember her own name. Then, recognition set in, "Ebon's fire dancer." She nodded, "Yes, please." There was a young woman's scream then. From the ground floor, near to where the Temple emptied out to the Sanctuary.

Bringing up the rear behind Ebon and Narisa was Rhiannon. Seeing the children present, her first thoughts were to aid them. Speed dial was helpful. "Fury, this is Elpis, there's a fire along the Northwest Cliffs. We need transport, at least one medic, water and blankets. Make it yesterday, there are children involved." She clicked off. It wasn't Johnny's fire brigade, they had probably been called, but it was another kind of help.

The odd keening continues to bellow above the flames drifting further inside the Temple.

Narisa turned towards the temple again, closing her eyes in concentration....it was simplicity to start the fire, but to control it' Various crises had interfered with her lessons....and it was so strong.

Hearing that scream, Ebon dove into the flames. "ARE YOU THERE" CAN YOU HEAR ME"!"

"How many children should be here, Issy?" Rhiannon hollered.

"I have no idea..." She called back to Rhiannon. The three children that were used as the bait in this cruel choice, were safe. Though Isuelt had no way of knowing how many had sought shelter in the actual Temple this night. The number always changed.

Coughing and choking, a little girl staggers her way towards Ebon with dirt on her face.

The heat coming off of the fire was ungodly, and as Isuelt got closer, she knew that there was little she could do. Still, she thought she saw a shadow as she heard another scream. "THERE!" She pointed with her blade toward the eastern wing of the Temple.

Ebon was already feeling the heat and smoke, but he reached out to take the girl up in his arms. "How many others, lass?"

"Medics and supplies are on the way." Rhiannon could protect herself from fire, but, unlike her elder sister, she didn't have a good command of that elemental force. She took a breath and ran where Issy had been pointing.

Having dropped to her knees from the effort, Narisa clambered to her feet and took a step towards the eastern wing, then another, and then she broke into a run, straight for the flames.

Rhiannon used her empathic gifts in hopes of finding those that had hidden or were too frightened to answer in some manner.

As Narisa drew closer she felt the heat, "...this is not a natural flame." Her own elemental gifts protected her from normal fire, and even dragonfire....but this was something different.

Isuelt's bare skin was encompassed by the heat licking at her arms, chest, stomach and back. Yet, the Scathachian stood there, watching her Temple burn, and keeping an eye out for those that had braved the inferno to do what she could not: save people.

The little girl who had wandered out shakes her head before pointing towards the room housing the hot springs. "Metal man disappeared after putting wet robes.." There was a scream once again from inside as the eastern portion of the Temple collapsed, its frame no longer able to support itself. The flames rushed higher then, amid the rubble, taunting the sky.

Metal man, the girl said. Isuelt's eyes looked to the flames and winced. Was he still in there" Was Narisa" It was so hard to see. "NO!" Dropping to the ground, Ebon focused all of his telekinetic gifts upon the collapsing Temple, keeping it from giving in completely. "There's someone....in there...."

Hearing Ebon, Narisa took a deep breath. "I'll get them." And into the flames she went.

Rhiannon had just gotten inside that part of the Temple when it started to collapse, "So help me, Uncle, I am not ready to visit you just yet." Since Narisa was gathering people, Rhi lent her strength to aid Ebon.

Rhiannon and the others were in there as smoke was billowing out. Isuelt crouched down to her knees and put her head in her hands, bracing the stinging pain of the burns on her hands.

Further down the hall a door flies off its hinges before a wall of smoke making it harder to see what caused it. The mystery metal man emerges with a figure held in his arms, both are wearing sopping wet robes to keep away the heat of the flames. The singular lens in his face shutters and clicks with a look to the others. "I have put out what flames I am able, however this building's structural integrity will be compromised. Please vacate the premises as quickly as you can, citizens." Medics had arrived and started to render aid to those that had already been helped out of the burning Temple.

"Hello! I heard you....can you hear me?" Still inside the Temple, Narisa made her way through the inferno, towards where that last scream had seemed to emanate. "Where are y-?"

"Narisa" Where are you?" Rhiannon called out and headed toward the sound of her voice."

Narisa saw what appeared to be a figure lying, unconscious—by the Goddess, she thought, let them just be unconscious!— against a wall; making her way there, she found it was a teenage girl, her own age or not much younger. "Here!" She called to Rhiannon as she knelt beside the girl, checking for a pulse. "She's alive!"

Rhiannon crouched and lifted the girl. "You think there are more?"

Narisa was shaking her head, "I don't know....are you able, can you....sense anyone?"

"I can't sense any other minds in there. Get out, now!" Ebon called.

"Move, Narisa. Get out now. Let's get her to safety." Rhiannon bellowed.

Meanwhile, back outside, the metal man was laying the young woman down for medics to take, then rushes back into the heat of flames in search of more survivors. The cracking of the flames and the last few windows to explode were the only sounds. No screams, no voices. Just destruction claiming the Temple. Inside, hearing Ebon, Narisa nodded and went to lift the girl's shoulders. "Let's hurry....I can feel this fire, like it's a living thing. And it's hungry!"

Rhiannon offered, "I can carry her. Go, hurry!" Together they were able to get the girl out of the Temple and a safe distance away. Once they were all out of the burning ruin that had once been a beautiful Temple, the girl was turned over to the Medics.

"A living thing..." Rhiannon frowned when what Narisa said sank in.

An unholy creaking began in the back of the Temple, where their larger than life statue of Scathach stood so proudly. The creaking elevated, consuming, languishing over every corner until.....The structure began to topple. Framework crumbled, even stone pillars were pushed as they jutted off of the foundations. It was like a house of cards, this once mighty Temple of Scathach. Only this evening, as her priestess as the citizens watched, it was claimed by the black, fiery pit of Bhaal.

Even as they were getting clear, Ebon let go his mental grip, and the eastern wing collapsed totally, leaving the man slumped over on his knees, sweating as much from the effort as the heat.

Someone, somewhere had placed a blanket over Isuelt's naked shoulders. She hadn't realized it until she slowly stood up, ironically as her Temple fell down. It wasn't senseless to her, she didn't look lost or tragic. There was a cold resolution in her eyes as she watched the orange and yellow claws tear apart the symbol of her goddess in this city. Bhaal and his minions would pay. Alekto would pay. And if Isuelt had to tear her limb from fiery limb, she would endure the burn scars proudly for the rest of her life. The god of murder had trumped the goddess of war this night. But it was murder that lit the eyes of this Scathachian. And one name was on her mind: Alekto.

Narisa nodded at Rhi, "There was an evil power in those flames. I felt it. I hate it." Softly, "I could almost hear it."

Quietly to Narisa, Rhiannon answered, "Some sort of magic or divine power." Not all divine power was good in nature. Rhiannon shuddered as she heard the crashing of pillars and the statue. Her thoughts were being directed now to where the people would be able to go, a safe haven.

"It sang to me..." Narisa continued. Then, as before, she shook her head to clear it, and looked to Issy.

"It was Bhaal. Temple Bhaal. He sent his fire breathing whore of a follower to do this." The Scathachian's icy stare was focused on the flaming, smoking rubble before the small group. "...and she will die for this."

Rhiannon's breathing was akin to the sound of a bull preparing to charge before it calmed, "Issy. Justice will be served in its time. Right now, those that came to you and your sisters need your aid."

"How many injured do we have" Or in need of shelter?" Ebon spoke up.

"Finn's shelter, Isn't it nearby' I can arrange for extra food to be sent over. The medics are ready to transport those that need more aid than they can give." Rhiannon answered him.

Ebon nodded, "Excellent, Rhi. I'll arrange for fresh clothes and water to be delivered there in the morning....well, later in the morning."

Rhiannon made a round them up motion with her arm over her head for the medics to take the wounded where they needed to go. Issy needed to do what she needed to do and Rhi understood that.

Isuelt would have made her hands into fists if they weren't red and blistered with burns. But it was as if she hadn't heard the rational advice from her allies. She simply stared at the glowing Temple, sure that she could see the ruined statue of Scathach in the background, headless and singed.

Narisa stood listening to Issy, "The one that Ebon spoke of? The firewalker" She did this?"

The injured were back, behind them. Some of them more scared and smoke-choked than injured. Some of them already being tended to. And so far, there were no dead bodies recovered. But the fire still burned hot. Isuelt's dark head turned to Narisa, "Yes. Yes, she did."

Narisa quietly answered the Scathachian, "Then perhaps, Goddess willing, we will be able to repay them in kind."

"The family's restaurant, they can cover the food." Rhiannon murmured, "So far, I sense none that have crossed over. This is a good thing. And no, Narisa, not in kind." She felt a sense of sorrow about her. "Their brand of in kind would mean the sacrifice of innocents."

Narisa blinked and looked at Rhi, "You're right. Only those who are truly deserving should suffer the cleansing fire. I....I do not know if I can control my gifts so well. I pray the Goddess will guide me."

Ebon mused, "I'm sensing more of a numbness than anything. Shock."

Isuelt took a slow, deep breath and turned to look at Ebon and the two women. And then, she wondered where the other was. The "metal man" as one child put it.

"What is it?" Rhiannon saw Issy looking at them, but didn't intrude on her thoughts.

"Where's the other one?" Isuelt looked back the Temple. "The guy?"

Rhiannon answered, "Someone passed us, carrying someone. He told us to get out. His voice didn't sound human."

Ebon raised an eyebrow at Narisa's words, but then his attention was drawn back to the Temple, "He went back in for a final check....I didn't see him leave, but....I didn't sense him dying, either. If his suit was metal, and he was in the flames, he may have made for the river to cool himself before heading to....wherever his home is. That wasn't one of Batten's, was it?"

"I don't think so, Ebon. He didn't feel like those I've run into." Rhiannon offered.

"No, but....the aesthetics don't match Batten's designs." Ebon nodded.

Looking up into the sky, Isuelt spoke, "I don't...I don't think so. Batten never said.....Well, I guess he doesn't really say too much of anything, does he" " She sighed and looked to Ebon. Then, suddenly as if just realizing what these people had braved, "Are ...are you all okay?"

Ebon blinked at that question, "I'm....tired and a bit cooked, but otherwise fine. I'll have a headache come tomorrow, though."

Rhiannon took a deep breath, "A shower and a good night's sleep, I'll be fine."

Narisa answered softly, "I'm well."

"Indeed." Ebon glanced back at Narisa, then at Isuelt. "You were calling for Kai. I didn't see, did she...?"

A saddened nod of her head as the Judge looked past her allies to the throngs of curious Rhydinians who had gathered and were still watching the smoking flames of the Temple. Most with quiet shock in her expressions, some with pity, others with anger. "I...I don't...." Isuelt looked to the make-shift triage, eyeing what she could recognize from those laying there. Then, finally...the one that the metal man had lastly rescued, wrapped in a sopping wet robe....Kai was laying there, "There!"

Ebon nodded, "Good."

Kai was breathing and being tended to. Isuelt just exhaled shakily. Her eyes still moved over the ones being treated. Still, no Eudora. Some of the seriously injured were already being made ready for transport.

Narisa had moved to help tend some of the injured, or at least help make them more comfortable.

Ebon spoke, "We'd best get them to Finn's shelter. Those that aren't sore injured, at least."

Rhiannon answered, "They're bringing a van or two around. The injured are going in what vehicles are already here."

"Good," came his reply.

Questioningly, Rhiannon looked to Ebon, "How far are we from Finn's?"

"Ebon, I'm going with the injured. I know a little about treating burns, after all. I'll be back at the manor tomorrow." Narisa nodded.

As the structure finished its crumbling, Isuelt knew that by morning's first light, it would be a smoking pile of rubble. And she prayed that Eudora had made it out and was helping with the others. A deep swallow from her and she nodded, somewhat distractedly to the others. "I...thank you. All of you."

Narisa looked to Issy, "The Goddess will have her justice, Lady Isuelt."

Rhiannon reached out for Issy and spoke quietly, "You can thank me by letting me by letting the medics look you over and tend those burns."

"I pray that she hears you, Narisa." Then, Isuelt looked to Rhiannon and glanced down to her hands. Her hands! What would she do if she couldn't use her hands" Tearing the flaming rope restraints off of the children had left her with charred flesh and only now did she seem to comprehend the significance of that. Her eyes lifted to Rhiannon as panic began to set in.

"Ebon' Would you see to helping get people on transports, please" I think I'm needed here for now." Rhiannon quickly said. Then murmuring to Issy, "Breathe, that's the first step."

Isuelt's voice was barely a whisper, and perhaps Rhiannon only was able to read her lips, "I am ruined..."

As the fire brigade—which, for an all-volunteer unit, had gotten on-scene as quickly as possible—worked to keep the fire from spreading beyond the Temple grounds. The Scathachian Sanctuary, at least, was safe. Ebon and Narisa nodded and made their way to the vans where those now displaced were being taken to new shelter.

Rhiannon had a fey born mother and could hear very well. She spoke quietly, "You are not ruined. You are one of strongest people I know and you will not let this defeat you."

Turning her hands over, Isuelt saw still the tattoos of her Order: The Crossed Blades on the back of her left hand, and (ironically) the older burn scar which rendered the Scales of Justice tattoo on the back of her right hand to be barely recognizable. "I think...I think I need to help." Probably words she had never before uttered in that order.

"Will you allow me to ease any aching from those burns so that you can?" She moved carefully and someone found a camping style chair for Issy to sit in for the time being.

The strange thing was, there was little pain coming from the burns. Still, she lowered herself into the chair, her hands outstretched, palms up.

She wasn't about to tell Issy no, but the priestess needed to be tended to as much or more than the next person. Warriors had a tendency to shut pain down to some extent. The danger was that it often disguised how badly someone was wounded. Rhiannon's hands rested above Issy's, a warmth of healing energy radiated from them.

The blanket around Isuelt's shoulders that someone had given her slipped a bit. She was suddenly aware that she sat here in little more than her bra, after shedding the leather vest that had caught fire. The leather of her pants creaked as she leaned forward as Rhiannon began. There were a million thoughts raging through her mind. A robe had been brought over for Issy to wrap up in.

"I can walk you there to the Sanctuary, or wherever you wish to be to rest." Rhiannon offered quietly.

Slowly did the Scathachian's head nod to Rhiannon, "That's...that's fine."

As Rhiannon allowed the healing gifts to flow into Issy's body, she looked over her friend for other wounds and burns, "Is there anything else that I can do?"

Isuelt was nearly shaking, "I..." Her head indicated 'no'. One last look toward her beloved Temple and the light from the last of the flames reflected the tears of anger and grief rolling down her cheeks.

Rhiannon did her best to give Issy a comforting embrace without aggravating the burns and all, "We're here if you need us."

Isuelt's brow wrinkled and furrowed as she nodded once more. She looked to Rhiannon with an expressive wash of gratitude. She wanted to be sitting with her Sisters plotting their revenge. Rhiannon walked Issy inside of the Sanctuary before going to her own home.

It had been an extremely long night.

((*Much thanks to Alekto, Ebon, Rhiannon Brock, Narisa and Reverb for the live play!*))