When Shae finally plucked up the courage to open her eyes, what she found made her recoil in shock.piles of charred and burning Goblins littered the floor in a rough arc around her. Those that weren't dead were fleeing with Dukar hot on their heels, some were even on fire. Jacith marched into the room, swords at the ready, but the sight even gave him a moment of pause. Scanning the room, he noted the body of the devotee of St. Cuthbert, now burning yet held in place by the spear through it's stomach.
Dukar slammed the door the Goblins had fled through shut and put his back to it. "You didn't tell me the bitch was a Sorceress!" He snarled.
Shae blinked, looking up at the men blankly, still shocked at what she'd done. "I... I'm not!"
Zeladi surveyed the remains. "From the pattern of destruction, I'd have to say it looks like the effects of a Burning Hands spell. Perhaps not the most useful combat spell in a Mage's arsenal but certainly effective in tight corners. Is this the first time you've ever summoned fire from your fingertips?"
She nodded, still hardly comprehending.
"The gift can be unstable and sporadic at first," the Necromancer informed her, "but make no mistake, you do have the touch of Boccob upon you."
Shae snapped back to reality when she noticed Aaron reaching for a second vial of Sannish. Springing to her feet, she practically bowled Zeladi over in her rush to snatch the vial away.
"HEY!" Aaron reached for it. "That's mine!"
She grabbed his wrist with her left hand and twisted, pulling him down onto his stomach and pinning him there while she plucked the belt pouch away from him. "One a day of this
is more than enough to fry your brain. I could care less if your life is so painful you need to bliss out, just do it on someone else's time. Now stop whining like a little boy and pick up those swords."
He did as commanded but he still glared at her. "I need that."
And that makes you weak, she thought. "You'll get it. But for as long as you're with us, it's one every night before we sleep. And I hold onto them. If you have a problem with that, I'll rip out your heart with my bare hands."
"That's not fair."
"Welcome to real life." She sneered, turning her back on the addict. Looking at Jacith's blades, she noticed the stains of fresh blood. "Have some fun upstairs too, did you?"
Everyone ducked as a sudden, yet distant, explosion reminding them that there was still a war going on outside.
"A few archers, nothing of note," Jacith replied, "the defenders are really giving the Goblins hell, they're holding out in the town hall but reinforcements just arrived from the forrest, the town's hip deep in greenskins. Any idea what the Goblins are doing here?"
"We heard some sort of pounding," Dukar said, "sounded to me like they were trying to break down a door."
"Ok," Jacith decided, "we're going after them. Dukar, we'll have words about the priest later, heal up Shae while I guard the door."
"The Goblins got him," Dukar lied, "I swear."
"I doubt any Goblin has the strength to shove a spear through a man and then through the back of a stout oaken chair. As I said, we'll discuss you taking me for a fool later."
Shae couldn't help but notice the dark priest's unease while he healed her wounds with a touch. Glancing at Jacith, she couldn't help but wonder how such a man could inspire such fear in a beast like Dukar.