Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

Myra will stow the greatsword away so she could better focus on staying alive. As Myra makes haste to get out of the enemies' crossfires and back onto the ship, she casts a healing spell, hoping that the extra restoration will hold her up. In spite of how fuzzy her bird-brain feels right now, the ravenfolk manages to come up with an idea. "Mayor," she calls out to the armored golem through telepathy, "Can you...hear me...? I got hit...Can you....hel-guh, pain, hurts- help...me...get back...aboard...? Woozy, want to sleep..." She admits to herself that she should be trying to contact the other teammates, but her ego is a terrible force that, even now, will only allow her to resort to the speechless Golem for help. She resigns herself to worry about practicing humility and restraint if or when she makes it back to safety.