<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ujZxFTS.png?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ophelia Hearth-Walker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333791)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>lacey red/black panties, girl's uniform, armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>mill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ana, Morgan, Ceri, open<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>6(8)/8 (non lethal: 4) -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>SP:</strong>1/6 -<strong>Souls:</strong>6/7<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Empowered Abilities: +1 Caster Level at 1/2 spell points, (+2 temp hp, 1 hr.)<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>cast heal on Morgan (+7 hp)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Eh!?" Ophelia recoiled back, almost comedically, "Really? She ended up this way from a crossbow bolt?" she questioned, puzzled at what strange magic could be responsible for this, "Ummm, I'm not sure if my magic can fix this...I mean is she even still alive?" she asked, stepping forward, using her staff like a cane to support herself, "well, I can certainly try." she said, looking Ceri in the eye and trying to give her a reassuring nod, "I'll do my best!" she declared, trying to hype herself up for it.<br/><br/>With a bit of trepidation Ophelia reached forward, placing her palm against the almost liquid surface of Morgan's...puddle? It was a strange sensation to say the least, and she wasn't exactly sure how to even direct her magic through it. Well, no way to know but to try. With a deep breath Ophelia's eyes started to glow again, the necromancer flexing her fingers in sequence as she poured her necrotic energy into the tiny blue orb. The surface of Morgan's "body" would start to ripple, as though a pebble had been tossed in a pond. However a moment later the motion became more violent, the slime churning and undulating as if struggling against Ophelia's tainted energy. Despite this the spell managed to take hold, filling Morgan with restored vitality, "well...I suppose now we just wait and see..."<br/>