As soon as he got to his knee, Shaylee flew over to Giro and placed her small hands on his head. Through her hands a surge of energy flowed from her to him. The energy sank into Giro, attuned to him, and then came back out of him. It spiraled down his form until it hit the ground and dissipated. In it’s wake the energy soothed some of the pain and cleansed some of the burns.
It wasn’t much, but it was all Shaylee could do without her wand. When Tesgrah collapsed in pain too she repeated the process with her new friend. This time Shaylee struggled a little to issue forth the energy, but she still managed to pull off another healing spell.
“We should get moving,” Shaylee said to the group, “If one enchanter is this tough then imagine what it might be like if the rest show up.”
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In response to Mithos’ question a few chords from an off key, hissing melody could be heard echoing through the tunnels. Underneath the four warriors the ground shook as something huge passed in the passages that had to be below. All too soon it was gone, having moved to another area, but a roaring hiss greeted all their ears. The unseen beast had to be looking for them at the direction of its strange master.
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Faced with the possibility of fighting the formidable goron warrior alone, the moblin that had successfully grabbed the poe in a bottle dropped it and ran. For his part, Morpen bellowed with completely foreign utterance. His small cyclone dropped him and grew in size. It winds grabbed at the dust and began to pull the haze away from its creator. That goron would be dead on his spear, Morpen swore it to himself. He shifted his spear into a throwing position and waited for a clear shot.
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Strangers, waitin’, up and down the boulevard, their shadows searchin’ in the night…
Streetlights, people, livin’ just to find emotion, hiding somewhere in the night!!!
-Don’t Stop Believing by Journey
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