Calls out
rothaide was able to make it safely outside the mist. she clutched at her frock and her other stuff she brought with her - her spells components. boldrei's symbol dangled on a chain between her delicate fingers. the misty perimeter is not so wide, and yet she found her self catching for her breath. she was obviously not used to all the excitement. she is used to officiating ceremonies like weddings, baptisms, and the occassional last rites. but nothing like this. she should have guessed at the onset, being raided by gnolls, that it would just be the beginning.
she was not prepared for the plague. and she sure is not prepared for this. she stood and worried for her friends. unsure of what she can do as everything went silent inside. she also worried for the attackers. life is precious and death is final (as it exists in nature). she continues to be appalled that people take it so lightly. or so it seems. left with nothing, she tried to call out their names.
"mister rourke?"
"captain? are you there?!"
there is bound to be someone hurt. she tries to remember her training to give her any clues at to what the spidery marking were but her minimal knowledge in healing doesn't provide her with any clues.
* * *
rothaide's hand was raised to cover her light brown elven eyes, she was forced to squint. the afternoon sun was darting occassionally thru the mist at its edges. the center however was entirely obscured. rothaide waited in anticipation for anyone or anything that might make its way out of the mist. friend or foe. she backs up another step.
then as she was about to go in and help her crewmates, she felt something odd about her surroundings. a change beginning at the hairs at the back of her neck to the hairs (the tiny little stubs that she had being an elf) on her arms. they were standing on end. she could have imagine it. but she could have heard some form of chanting prior. and then just as suddenly, a luminous ball of lightning erupted from above her.
"great mother!" she gasped. intinctively she grabs hold of her symbol and pressed it against her chest.
and then looking beyond the ball, she felt instant relief as she sees the familiar visage of captain delvin floating ..
she was not prepared for the plague. and she sure is not prepared for this. she stood and worried for her friends. unsure of what she can do as everything went silent inside. she also worried for the attackers. life is precious and death is final (as it exists in nature). she continues to be appalled that people take it so lightly. or so it seems. left with nothing, she tried to call out their names.
"mister rourke?"
"captain? are you there?!"
there is bound to be someone hurt. she tries to remember her training to give her any clues at to what the spidery marking were but her minimal knowledge in healing doesn't provide her with any clues.
rothaide's hand was raised to cover her light brown elven eyes, she was forced to squint. the afternoon sun was darting occassionally thru the mist at its edges. the center however was entirely obscured. rothaide waited in anticipation for anyone or anything that might make its way out of the mist. friend or foe. she backs up another step.
then as she was about to go in and help her crewmates, she felt something odd about her surroundings. a change beginning at the hairs at the back of her neck to the hairs (the tiny little stubs that she had being an elf) on her arms. they were standing on end. she could have imagine it. but she could have heard some form of chanting prior. and then just as suddenly, a luminous ball of lightning erupted from above her.
"great mother!" she gasped. intinctively she grabs hold of her symbol and pressed it against her chest.
and then looking beyond the ball, she felt instant relief as she sees the familiar visage of captain delvin floating ..
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Rothaide doesnt' have any skill points in Heal. I was assuming that was due to teh fact that she was more of a cloistered version of a cleric rather than that of a healer.
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