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Krazixs sits up in a dazed stupor, head on his knees panting. He felt as if he had just tried to lift the entire castle on his back. Looking at Darghon's wound the elf see's he wasn't succesful in healing his wounds. They were half healed, and although they did not look as festering as before the elf could still sense a illness emmanating from him.
Krazixs looks at everyone with a shamed apologetic smile.
"I don't know why I thought I could heal it, I haven't used healing abilities since before . . . " Krazixs voice trailed off, before what, he couldn't remember.
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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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