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Iddin nods as Ashür comes to him. It is time to earn his bread as a healer and ensure the unit stays fully operational. The devout believer silently picks up sand and blows it into the air around Ashür, creating a small dust cloud over his wounds. Iddin smoothly shakes his staff, creating a soft hum, and utters a few words of prayer. They aren't necessary for the rite, but Iddin would never disclose that freely.

Iddin: "Let Zuzu continue his grand design of eternal perfection. Let this man be returned to what he once was, so that he is prepared to rise and serve higher beings once again. Make the debris of the world beautiful, and let it do this glorious work."

Iddin surveys the rest of the group as the rite takes place. This process will take a bit more time, and certainly more prolonged pain, but will not stress someone's body and mind as much as the combat healing does. It is best to keep the mercenaries healthy and in service for a longer time, after all. He talks with Ashür while continuing the process.

Iddin: "I have not failed to negotiate fair prices in the past, have I? Rest assured, you shall have your share of fortune when the toil is done. On that note, I hope that you have tactics prepared for our further advance. On other matters..."

Iddin sighs derisively at Gesties' cry and looks towards Sirius.

Iddin: "I understand the impatience that one feels in their proudest years. However, take this beast's bellowing as a cautionary tale. A band such as theirs plays less carefully than we do, with their greater numbers, and apparently gives buffoons commands."

Iddin finishes his lecture to Sirius and calls out to the rest as he finishes healing Ashür.

Iddin: "Tend not your own wounds; come for proper treatment. Work is of little purpose if you descend to the great city below before receiving rewards."

Iddin remains in place and heals Ashur for 7 points, from 8/15 to 15/15.

Iddin breathes deeply, bringing himself to the end of his incantation. Truly, it is a grand experience to ascend into such a higher state of being where he can feel at one with the greatest god. However, the servile world of man sadly requires focus of its own. The last of his bizarre ritual's effects still linger in the air. Iddin carefully prances around the dead Yeeks, making sure not to stain his robes with their blood. The priest contorts quickly, creating a brief whistle, and calls to his companions.

Iddin: "My allies! Bring your weary bodies, worn by fighting, to my side. I will bring you peace with the grace of Zuzu. Come and let not cruel wounds do what your foes could not."

Iddin moves six tiles to 24-12, passively casting Inspiration.

Iddin: Sand, less yourself be freed from working in the holy grace of Zuzu. Foes, I bring a curse upon you again. See not my allies! Allies, I bring a blessing upon you again. Strike clearly and swiftly, missing not the slightest stroke!

Iddin calms from his fervor. He seems slightly more collected now, but his staggering movements are still stiff and offputting.

Iddin moves six tiles to 17-24, passively activating Inspiration.
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Iddin: Go forth and grant blessings to the one before you! Drink of his blood, and form a body anew! Leave no mark of enemy strikes, the wear of the world! Pathetic sand, and pathetic mortal, let your existence be elevated closer to Zuzu. Under my strength I command this man reborn!

Iddin sways alarmingly towards Etor. He shrieks his commands, a howling wind. The priest seems possessed by passion and fury in the moment. It as if an avatar of the burning sun is advancing on the battlefield.

Iddin moves six tiles to 21-20, healing 5 health for Etor.
Iddin: Let my speech command yet another blessing from my God. Sand, gather! Form together to my comrade's flesh! Burn with heat, far greater than the heat of the sun, the heat of my conviction and the heat of your true nature. Be born anew, now so resplendent as to throw the sun's own light back! Learn the whispers of the body you are now attached to. Become the shape of what was lost!

Iddin advances in a bizarre stride akin to a dance that lacked rhythm but preserved some strange flow. His staff screams its strange harmony with the wind. Each wild stomp throws sand into the air, and it flies to task. At last Iddin stands next to Lyun, the task done. He scans with a jerking motion of the whole body for the next man to heal.

Iddin moves five tiles to 21-26, healing 3 health for Lyun.
Iddin: "At last I free you from your bindings, spell. Be free until I once again call upon your power." Iddin locks eyes on Zarif, seeing the rider's injuries. It is finally time to show these devious creatures the power of Zuzu. Perhaps, then, they could regret their wretched existence in their final moments.

Iddin strides purposefully to Zarif, preparing his spell. His staff is carefully waved in arcs alongside his steps, the wind melodically rushing through glass tubes. The whole movement creates a bizarre rhythm, some call completely alien to his fellow mercenaries. Sand whips into the air as Iddin takes his final stride and swings his staff to but an inch before Zarif's chest. "Let Zuzu grant his mercy and heal your wounds with the flesh of his own creation!" The sand flies mercilessly into even the most minor of injuries and cauterizes them with intense heat. The grains melt to glass to fill in where skin, muscle, and bone are absent. And with a glimmer of light reflecting the sun, the glass is gone in a moment and replaced with the very parts it was replacing.

Iddin turns to Ashür, eyes sharp with condemnation. "The words of pathetic deities are achievable by even the most disgusting of scum. They fall before the greater gods, still."

Iddin moves three tiles to 16-26, healing 6 health for Zarif.
Iddin: "I call again upon my arts! Be blinded, hideous blue marks on Zuzu's realm! Be bolstered, companions against this plight! Incantation, last further still and stay stalwart as a ziggurat against the sand. Your time of release comes with my first breath of another enchantment." Iddin takes deep, anticipatory breaths as he follows his allies into the breach. No matter how many times he encountered battle, he couldn't be rid of the raging adrenaline in his veins.

Iddin moves six tiles to 16-29, passively triggering Inspiration.
Iddin: "As we approach the foe, let our faith be found unwavering. I call upon protection further, and forevermore as I can hold to my rites. Let us proceed under protection. Know our foes are evil, and we aim to be pure. As a priest, I promise to grant my god gifts in gratitude for any small degree of empathy." Iddin continues to rhythmically chant as he follows Lyun closely, seeing the foes are still a bit further away.

Iddin moves six tiles to 13-32, passively triggering Inspiration.

Iddin: ”May Zuzu grant a gift to those nearby his sworn servant. As long as I maintain my chant, bring forth blessings. See that my allies strike true, unhampered in the precision of their strikes. Let it be so that their foes, wretchedly without devotions, have blurred eyes and traitorous arms. Til I cast another rite, remain unbroken!

Iddin lightly steps forward, not as much as disturbing a twig, accompanying his allies.

Iddin moves six tiles to 7-32, passively triggering Inspiration.

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