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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 2865381" data-attributes="member: 3448">Dame Brionna watched Kit's death, but maintained her focus on the battle.  In order for Lord Alistair to be safe, not to mention the cathedral and the many devout warriors who defended it, the rat-ogre had to die.  Dame Brionna charged the length of the nave on her warhorse, smiting the rat-ogre with a mighty blow of her lance as she rode past.  She wheeled her horse around the high altar, couched her lance, and charged again.  On each pass, the mounted guards with her charged as well, although with substantially less effect.The group continued pounding on the rat-ogre, and between its confusion from the prismatic spray, the devastating spells of the archmage, Sir Derrick's devastating blows, the celestial bison, and the attacks of many weaker warriors, including both our heroes and the guards they brought, the rat-ogre finally collapsed. Alistair rushed over to Kit's body, but she was completely dead. He turned to the Dean, tears in his eyes. "Can you bring her back? I never meant to bring my friends into danger..." The Dean nodded. "Of course, your highness. Bring her over to the high altar. I'll raise her there." Leaving Kit in the hands of those who could still help her, Alistair threw an arm around the shoulders of Marshal Brightspan and walked with him to the doors of the cathedral. They held aloft their weapons in triumph, and the crowd roared. Their faces were bloody, they bore many wounds-- but the forces of Canberry and Glor'diadel stood victorious.</blockquote>

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