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

Iddin

The priest watches the battle through glazed eyes, still ranting as his allies fight. Iddin sees the formation pull back, and Lyun struck with another arrow. Siris seems injured... but he's too far ahead. Iddin staggers on back across, his ornaments creating a cacophony, and slams into the opposite wall. A glass whistle shatters as he clumsily kicks sand towards Lyun, the priests repeated staggering into the wall creating a rough rhythm.

Iddin: "Zuzu, grant strength! Kill the betrayers! This man fought with your help, and he needs it again! Fashion him an eternal warrior, grant your grace, restore him anew!"

The dust forms around the arrow, pushing it out as it forms new blood and skin.

_{Iddin moves to 11-16, casting Heal on Lyun. Lyun gains 9 VIT. Iddin gains 18 EXP and 1 Theurgy EXP, losing 1 Heal durability.}

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

Iddin

Iddin can barely react. The blade lands in his shoulder, not his neck, only by sheer luck. Blood spurts and and sword bounces out... bounces out? The priest stumbles back for a moment, expecting death, but greeted with the favor of his god instead! His shoulder turns back from glass to flesh and Iddin feels a strange cocktail of emotion. Rage at the other band. Joy at Zuzu's favor. And, mixed together, a religious fury.

Iddin: "ZUZU, THE PRESERVER, STANDS ON OUR SIDE! DIE, SCUM! BE REDUCED TO SHAMBLING BEASTS IN THE AFTERLIFE, DENIED A PART OF ZUZU'S ETERNAL ART! HELLIONS! SLAUGHTER THEM!"

The priest wildly stumbles past his assailant. Glass shatters as he falls near Lyun, struggling back to his feet. The dust cloud forms around Lyun as Iddin gestures out his left hand, spreading blood. He continues to rant, propped up against the wall. The blood loss was not helping his sanity.

Iddin: "Arrows, begone! Cuts, begone! Impurities from your form, begone! ZUZU GRANTS YOU STRENGTH! His divine flesh promises you victory against the heretics. The heretical Yeeks, worshiping a inferior god. The heretical MEN, turning against a priest of the truly divine! Strike them with the flesh! STRIKE THEM! DAMN THEM!"

The cloud mixes into Lyun, digging out the arrow, filling wounds, restoring blood, replacing flesh. For much longer than usual, a noticeable moment, the new skin seemed much shiner than usual...

_{Iddin moves to 9-17, casting Heal on Lyun. Lyun gains 18 VIT. Iddin gains 32 EXP and 1 Theurgy EXP, losing 1 Heal durability.}

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

Iddin

At last the priest caught up with Siris. Iddin shook his staff, bringing a pile of sand into his left hand. He considered for a moment... and decided this one needs a lesson. Iddin dug his hand into Siris' wounds, covering them in sand. And he threw in a short threat, for good measure.

Iddin: "Idiots have short lives in dangerous company. May Zuzu remind you of the pain of flesh, as it grows anew! For he shall not preserve folly among the eternal gallery."

Iddin swings his left hand, dripping with blood, over Siris' head. The shrill whistle boils the sand into Siris, patching skin and internals back together. The remaining blood crystallizes, falling down Siris' armor to the ground. Shards likewise fall off Iddin's hand as he looks around, surveying for the next injured mercenary.

_{Iddin moves to 11-16, casting Heal on Siris. Siris 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 looks forward, seeing the advanced group. He snarls for the briefest moment, but regains his composure.

Iddin: Some mercenaries are too stupid to live, truly. But I suppose he gets to live another day.

The priest bounds forward gracefully, the movement billowing his robes and echoing through trinkets. Once he reaches the middle of the group, he addresses the vanguard.

Iddin: Zuzu walks alongside! But keep your advance moderate, for his grace is limited... Siris, is it? I trust you understand what limited means.

_{Iddin moves 6 spaces to 10-19, passively triggering Inspirational. Ashur, Zarif, Siris, Gesties, and Kastilus gain 10 Hit/Avoid for the phase.}

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

Iddin

Iddin surveys the area. Gesties and Makeen where wounded and nearby, Siris... that idiot would have to wait. Makeen was already upon Gesties wounds, so Iddin moved to heal Makeen in turn. The priest stirred the ground with his staff, the glass ornaments chiming. Iddin stepped next to the mercenary and put his hand over the wound, directing the sand on top.

Iddin: "I stand before a healer of a different sect. Zuzu, grant mercy to the waylaid. They do not heal through you, but they still pay their respects to the gods. Let his lesser divine heal the outsider, and let your power restore him."

Iddin slams the staff, then holds still as the sand heats into flesh and repairs Makeen's body.

_{Iddin moves 1 space to 10-25, casting Heal on Makeen. Makeen gains 5 VIT. Iddin gains 12 EXP and 1 Theurgy EXP, losing 1 Heal durability.}

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.}