It was terrifying to the mortals what was going on. Well not all the mortals as in her eyes the orcs were ones as well. Still she did not act completely, it wasn't her life style to endlessly fight. With her obsidian staff in hand she walked over the plains of Bohar.

Many of her clergy ran around her as she placed her bare feet on the scorching earth. "MY LADY YOUR FEET!" the smell of coals burning flesh were not that bothering to her. Angela waved her hand she hit Trandafir to the ground. The staff vibrated softly as the coals sank into the ground in front of her and within a small radius of the settlement. 

Still, was she that numb to pain? Her golden robes flickered in the winds. The skies above were darkened. "A storm is coming. That should help with the fires quite a bit." Looking around she seen charred corpses and crying children who had been hidden in basements and houses that had somehow been unburnt.

There were other adults who had made it as well. She took a long deep sigh. "Well this is a fucking mess of a problem. We weren't in Bohar too long ago doing the seasonal blessing before winter." Angela rubbed her red hair. "Bad juju for everyone." That was mother earth for everyone. In the face of a crisis she was generally very calm. Alone though that was an entirely different matter.

"Look for survivors, build them shelter, food, and water." Angela waved her hand as the clergy spread out over the plains. There would be more settlements to help.