<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div>Kiet will trying to help Kell.<br><br>Sent from my iPad</div><div><br>Begin forwarded message:<br><br></div><blockquote type="cite"><div><b>From:</b> Wout Broere <<a href="mailto:broere@powersandperils.org">broere@powersandperils.org</a>><br><b>Date:</b> February 21, 2017 at 12:08:29 AM PST<br><b>To:</b> <a href="mailto:pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org">pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org</a><br><b>Subject:</b> <b>Re: [pnpgm] Game Update #109</b><br><b>Reply-To:</b> <a href="mailto:broere@powersandperils.org">broere@powersandperils.org</a><br><br></div></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><div><span>When Arawn asks for assistance with the injured, Unali steps over. Not trained in healing, she will take instructions from Arawn when given and help out where she can.</span><br><span></span><br><span>On 21-02-17 00:21, John Haight wrote:</span><br><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span> Arawn, who had been almost magnetically drawn to the altar, remained unaware of the unconscious villagers as his senses sought recovery. As he more fully came to his eyes danced along the line of symbols marking the stone table, his gaze both distant and intense at the same time while seeking interpretation of that which lay before him.</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span> Between the ebon monolith and the altar great magic was at work, something the party would need to made aware of. With his thoughts returning to them, his mind settling on the present, he realized that the others might be in need.</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span> Turning around he spotted the first of the unconscious villagers, instinct driving him towards them, beginning with the adolescent boy.</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span> "We have injured villagers. Someone help me with them," he informed the others, hoping that at least one or two would step in to assist.</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span> Although a trained healer humans were not his specialty, the druid still learning under Z'leyra, but when tending to his own he was a person of no mean skill. Hopefully it would be enough for him to at least determine if the boy and the man were in immediate danger of losing their lives.</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span> [OOC: If it appears that they might be on death's doorstep and there's no time for someone else to step in and heal them, then Arawn will cast Healing Mist to stabilize them and begin healing. Otherwise, if they're not in immediate danger, he'll resort to mundane healing to keep them stable until Z'leyra or another competent healer can see to them.]</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span> "Keep away from the table for now," he warned the others as he dropped to his knees beside the boy. "It appears to be an altar and a powerful one at that."</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span>----</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span> He was working diligently when the click of the opening door drew his attention. Involved as he was there was little he could do to stop Fuk from slipping behind Z'lena (is this a different sister than Z'layha, the twin?) and pressing the dagger to her throat. Inwardly he groaned, hoping that Fuk's effort to hide the group's presence wouldn't be one that would hurt them more in the long run.</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span> "Fuk, ease up on her. We're in the middle of a fortress, surrounded by powerful magicians and a nation of warriors. She's a suspect, not a criminal, and we're intruders here. Let's see if we can get to the truth without starting a riot," he calmly urged the man.</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span> "Great magic brought us here and I may share words on this once cooler heads once again dominate."</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span>_______________________________________________</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span>pnpgm mailing list</span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span><a href="mailto:pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org">pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org</a></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span><a href="http://www.powersandperils.org/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/pnpgm">http://www.powersandperils.org/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/pnpgm</a></span><br></blockquote><blockquote type="cite"><span></span><br></blockquote><span></span><br><span>_______________________________________________</span><br><span>pnpgm mailing list</span><br><span><a href="mailto:pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org">pnpgm@list.powersandperils.org</a></span><br><span><a href="http://www.powersandperils.org/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/pnpgm">http://www.powersandperils.org/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/pnpgm</a></span><br></div></blockquote></body></html>