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The shapes below you seem to be moving about much quicker now, as if agitated. There are three small chests and one large chest on a cart with a harness. It was most likely hooked up to the boar who was being used as a pack animal. |
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Ta'na-el suddenly broke the surface of those rolling waves of darkness that had claimed her and she gasped desperately for breath. There was a tremendous throbbing in her head and she clutched her temples expecting her head to shatter in her hands like a melon. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she could see nothing but by and by ambient sounds drifted to her, surging with the throbbing of her head.
__________________Something was dabbing at her and her immediate reaction was to shrink from the alien touch. "What in the devil's name..." Suddenly she lurched forward and heaved overwhelmed by acute nausea but nothing came forth. "...ugh..." |
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Rain becomes suddenly distracted by the shapes, and both the blue of his tattoos and Shak'Li's blade seem to glow. Hissing at what may be nothing, he rushes to the large chest and attempts to open it.
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Cimetrion smiles more broadly as he feels the warlord's healing effects and joins Rain in sifting through chests.
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Weslen wears a just barely visible frown as he watches Ta'na-el heaving in vain. Clearing his throat, he manages a smile again, "I appreciate you not hurling your breakfast into my lap. That was kind of you." His eyes too turn away from his patient to look down through the grid below him at the moving shadows. The sight was not comforting. Steeling himself once more, he returns his attentions once more to mending Ta, knowing that he needed to heal the others as well so that they could be on their way. "Take it easy now, hmm?"
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"Perhaps we should inspect what they were working on before we leave. It may reveal something about their plans."
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Blood continues to pool over and around the Salamaar.
"Let me know ... when we wish to return to the forest ... and I will open the way. - In the meantime,,, Tiefling of the Abyss... Weslen of Redgrove... might I entre... entreat you for... understanding of th... former's predicament?" |
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Weslen looks back towards Blas before returning his attention to Ta'na-el. In spite of her pulling away from him, he reaches out and grabs hold of her shoulder, resting his hand there before channeling Avandra's healing aura into her. The moment the magic touches her, the most grievous of her wounds begin to heal. "In time," he answers simply with a smile. "I would hazard a guess that you would prefer to have some of those wounds mended first, hmm? I never would have guessed that a Salamaar had so much blood!"
__________________Content that the worst was past with Ta, his hand gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze before pushing up to his feet once more. Walking over next to Blas, Weslen rests his hand on the paladin's shoulder and in turn begins to channel the divine healing magicks into him as well. Last edited by Midrael; 04-06-2009 at 07:32 PM. |
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With a sigh, Blas relaxes. Not being fully well, he continues to lean on his glaive like a cane, but his demeanor has again shifted with incredible speed. He seems... happy, truly happy.
"Erathis smiles, Weslen of Redgrove," he begins. "She has seen us fight together, and, through largely effective division of forces, defeat a foe we could never have anticipated in a land we have never known, all to rescue one of our own. She rewards us with light, with strength, mended wounds, to continue on and fulfill our potential to become an effective power for progress." As he speaks, Blas's eyes twinkle with euphoria. "Erathis smiles." Last edited by Lint of Death; 04-06-2009 at 10:17 PM. |
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"Erathis seems pleasant indeed," Cimetrion nearly whispers, still smiling and trying to see what he can find in the chests with Rain.
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The chests are farily well made and open easily. Thazimus lazily "speaks" magical words in the air that identify magical items among the loot.
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Cimetrion runs his hands over some boots, an amulet, and a couple other things. These have magic in them.
__________________A moment later, an image flashes to the ranger's mind. He draws Himril quickly and it grants a view of Thazimus's words. Last edited by TheKeck; 04-07-2009 at 04:14 PM. |
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"Any of those would add some interesting flare," Cimetrion says after a few moments contemplation. "Of course, I do already have some excellent footwear, unless someone else would like to give them a try."
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"As an expertly trained negotiator under the tutelage of Chieftain Clieven von Blaggn'blagg, I wager I could make the best use of the circlet," Blas says, "and, as your guardian, I would find the amulet a great boon to serving the needs of the party. The other two would only protect me in precarious situations where my ancient armor could hinder or doom me, much as in this place. However, this peculiar equipment should be distributed as best benefits the group, so I am merely presenting myself as a candidate for reception."
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