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Krazixs looks at the fallen Darghon slumped against the wall. Not waiting for the Father the small elf instinctively steps to his fallen comrade. Grasping his injured head in both of his hands Krazixs let's his energy flow into the wounds and the poison flowing through Darghon's body. A brilliant white light shines from his hands as the wounds close and the venom in his veins subsides. With a small smile of satisfaction on his face Krazixs falls unconcious in utter exhaustion.
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The Kender in your party has just screamed in fear. Please roll a d20 to see how many of your body parts are still identifiable.
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