<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sorry about the wait, been a bit distracted lately</div></div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I guess the whole criminal-turned-hero thing isn't happening here..</span>Dagnyr muses as Botch vanishes, shifting the dead weight of the unconscious tiefling to a more comfortable position on his shoulder.<span style="font-style: italic">More evil for us to smite then.</span><br/><br/>He watches as Alyssa sprints to the ale tent and socks one of the demons there before.<span style="font-style: italic">Ho boy,</span>he thinks, starting to rush on over to assist. There also seemed to be a<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>large, demonic-looking creature but, judging from how the slime demon now hung from her maw he assumed the larger 'demon' was not what she appeared to be.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Or maybe that's just hope.</span><br/><br/>He spied another combatant nearby - a woman with rather ...lycanthropic traits. Though she too seemed to be doing nothing more than fighting off the assaulting demons, or in this case, fighting to keep one down.  He also spied the winner of the drinking contest from before - apparently she was as hardy a fighter as she was a drinker!  Though he couldn't be wholly sure of their allegiances, Dagnyr was familiar with 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend.'Both the large, demonic woman and the lupine one seemingly struggling with her meal looked to be moderately injured, though the drinking competition winner was hardly scratched he figured this was as good a time as any to administer some of Aura's Mercy.<br/><br/>"Greetings and, uh, good work on those demons, ladies. You all look a bit roughed up, however, so I'd like to offer you a quick refresher in case of a renewed assault..." he began, dropping the bound tiefling and holding up his holy symbol. "Just-" he stopped, glancing at the remaining slime demoness hanging from Vanika's jaws and hesitating as a thought occurred to him. "Aaaaactually maybe right now is a bad time to hit<span style="font-style: italic">everyone</span>with a burst of healing magic. This'll take a bit longer but it'll be more effective and there will be no accidental healing of horrible slime demons."<br/><br/>He makes his way over to Angel, she looked a bit worse off than Vanika and frankly he felt a bit more comfortable being within arm's length of something that reminded him of a werewolf than something that strongly resembled a very large demon. "Here, just let Aura's light mend your wounds..." he says, reaching out and touching her shoulder, his hand and holy symbol glowing softly as the healing energy flowed through him and into her.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Dagnyr uses "Lay On Hands" on Angel, reducing his remaining uses of it to 8 for the day.<br/><br/>Lay On Hands (5d6): 6, 4, 4, 6, 3 = 23 HP restored</div></div></div><br/><br/>Dagnyr smiles slowly, pleased with the results, not a scratch was left. "Much better, now I just have to go tend to ...uh, whatever her name is.." he jabs a thumb over his shoulder in Vanika's direction.<br/><br/>He turns, starting to make his way towards Vanika and casting a glance towards the Dias as he walks. Something very different was definately going on. A feather-winged figure was there now in the now incandescent fog. Had perhaps the celestials arrived to drive the demons back into their prison? He could only hope...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Perception Check (1d20 + 5): 18 + 5 = 23, so close but no cigar.</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Alyssa wrote:</cite>This area is still dangerous," she says. "Until the situation is resolved, please stay under cover and remain calm." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"With all due respect watchman Niberos, an ale tent really isn't much cover. If we're going to get anyone to safety we'll need a solid building, preferably stone, to shelter them in. An ale tent won't stop anything that catches the scent or sounds of those inside."<br/><br/>He glances out back at the dias again. "I don't really like the idea of simply falling back though. Surely there much be an larger, organized element of the watch of paladin orders we can regroup with and attempt to retake the dias..."