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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Iddin

Iddin takes a deep breath, adjusting in to the pain of his wound. He steps out into the hallway, seeing Lyun fighting ahead. The priest makes a quick calculation. Just barely in reach...

Iddin: "By grace of Zuzu, the breath of his faithful holds."

Iddin strides forward, a small trail of blood behind. Wind whispers through his regalia. The steady beat resumed. The theurg stoops, takes a handful of sand, blown towards Lyun. Iddin stood his staff firmly besides Lyun and drummed an increasingly fast, urgent, complex rhythm with his free hand.

Iddin: "The warrior holds the fetid horde at bay! Their brutish weapons defile his flesh in turn. Let it be undone! Let Zuzu grant a speedy return. Set upon his injuries, unrealized glass!"

The burning sand whips around Lyun and flows into his skin. It seeps into wounds, staining red, and writhes to fill the holes. Iddin smacks the staff with his palm and goes silent. The sand hardens into flesh born anew.

_{Iddin moves to 9-25, casting Heal on Lyun. Lyun gains 11 VIT. Iddin gains 21 EXP and 1 Theurgy EXP, losing 1 Heal durability.}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Iddin

Iddin almost steps back to the fray, but the wound halts him. The priest clutches the bloody patch and whispers a few words. The surface bleeding glazes over to a thin layer of glass. Not a real treatment, but it will stop the wound. He chuckles as Etor steps in front of him.

Iddin: "You're making my job easier, Etor."

The stale wind whispers through Iddin's garments as he raises a hand toward Etor. The priest hits the ground in a simple driving beat.

Iddin: "Let this man be worthy of Zuzu's grace! He stands against the fetid Yeeks and their unworthy god. Divine flesh shall grow where Etor's was lost. He hears false sound. Fill his ears with the sound of grace. Standing apart from some of our company, he respects Zuzu's great name. Reward the pious, so the impious may see their errors before they join Arallu beneath."

Iddin trusts his staff forward dramatically, and the thin layer of sand inside the chamber pours towards Etor. It crawls along his skin like insects seeking out his blood. Iddin clenches his empty hand when the grains coalesce on Etor's wounds. The sand suddenly heats up, cauterizing the wound in one painful moment. It then melts together and hardens, restoring the skin to what it was before.

The stiff replacement quickly adjusted to its host and was soon identical to the original. Well, at least, it looked and felt that way.

_{Iddin stays still at 10-30, casting Heal on Etor. Etor gains 4 VIT. Iddin gains 11 EXP and 1 Theurgy EXP, losing 1 Heal durability.}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Iddin

The Iddin routine is stopped for a moment by a brutish stab. The priest pauses for a moment, shoves away the spear, and hisses at the Yeek. This disgusting creature dares attack him? And their repugnant gospel attacked his ears! These heretics!

Iddin clutches the wound and stumbles a short while away. He picks up his ceremony with renewed vigor, the blood slowly seeping out being flung around by his vigorous dance. He points his staff at the Yeeks that came from behind.

Iddin: "Those beasts are an affront to Zuzu's grace! Strike them down, and their misplaced faith in an inferior deity alongside!"

_{Iddin moves two tiles to 8-30, passively triggering Inspiration.}

Inspiration Effects

+10 Hit/Avoid to:

• Zarif
• Lyun
• Siris
• Ashur

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Iddin

Iddin: "Keep advancing! Zuzu will aid those with faith. Call your wounds!"

Iddin's feet fall lightly on the floor as he passes Zarif, Lyun, the wall's rubble. His strides take him behind the vanguard, as he scans ahead for bother danger and injured allies. He glances at Gesties for a moment, but the meat shield was already treated.

_{Iddin moves six tiles to 10-30, passively triggering Inspiration.}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Iddin

Iddin: "A place of worship? Well then, why don't we worship a more worthwhile deity in their place? I will keep the power of mighty Zuzu ready. Keep the formation so I can stay inside, and we can all leave here as much richer men."

Iddin's feet fall softly on the hard tile. The stagnant air barely moves the priest's ornamentation, but what little does seep through creates a barely audible haunting whisper: an omen of death behind his allies' blades.

_{Iddin moves two tiles to 6-32, passively triggering Inspiration.}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

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.}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

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.}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

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.}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Occurs prior to the above post.

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.}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

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.}