[DarkRanger]

Eternal Flame Rhona stood outside the gates of the Flaming Brazier in southeast Bezantur, as the passers by went about their preparations for war. Flanked as always by her half-fiend guardian, with the addition of an elder fire elemental, she shouted to those who could hear, "the shambling lifeless husks approach, but do not lose hope. Remember the Firelord in these trying times, make your prayers, make your tithes, and use his aid. If you can fight, keep a magical flame on your weapon. If not, bring the fallen to His temple, that they may be raised or purged as needed. Thay is his, the Priador is his, he will not see it fall into cursed undeath." As night fell she made her way to her chambers, passing the faithful in their prayers, the slaves being offered as sacrifice and supplication. "Elementals, let us hope they can turn the tide," she thought, "but if not, if it comes to it.....". She shook her head. Best not to consider that possibility until the very end. Placing several glyphs of warding inside the door to her room, she set down her weapon and shield, placed food for the baby firedrakes, and settled in for the night, deep in thought, deep in prayer.