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"Darghon, why don't you and Attrah see if there's any more about. But first. . . " Krazixs does says a word under his breath and the cut on his face heals with a line so faint one wonders if he was even hurt.
:Spell Minor Heal:
Walking over to the pixie the elf bends down whispering words in a strange tongue.
"The pixie is alright, she seems just a bit winded is all" With a smile Krazixs next turns to Attrah.
"Here my friend, before you leave. . ." Krazixs places his hand near Attrah's temple, letting a soothing light filled with courage and strength flow into the knight.
:Spell: Bless:
"There, that should do the trick," turning he next moves to check on Vinoh sensing the mage to be shaken, but otherwise healthy, "Bit of a close one there eh, my friend?"
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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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