<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Morrigan_concept_icon.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Desh Swaileh</span></strong><br/>HP: 26/26, AC 22, Init +3, Saves 4/5/9<br/>Channels: 4/6, Surges: 3/4<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13979)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With the last of the creatures felled by Marcus, Desh would take a moment to call upon the revitalizing energies of life, focusing them entirely upon the wounded minotaur. As before, a burst of radiant light would surge out from her leaving all but him untouched by its illumination.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Channel Positive Energy w/ Mythic Selective Channeling for 19 HP on Marcus.<br/></div></div><br/>While it wasn't enough to entirely mend the wounds, the few remaining shallow cuts from the mauling looked far more trivial than they had been just moments before.  With a playful smirk on her lips, she would lightly slap Marcus on the ass as she walked up to him.<strong>"Was that a hint of disappointment I saw in your eyes when you realized it was only me who mended your wounds?"</strong>There would be a skeptical quirk to her brow, but the rest of her features made her levity clear.<strong>"I can do heavy lifting to make sure your innards don't become outards, but it'll cost you to have those puny cuts mended the rest of the way."</strong><br/><br/>That sake unsettling feeling came over Desh as the voice once again spoke in her mind. At least it's owner didn't seem hostile or malevolent towards them, but she would have still preferred it to have a less invasive means of communication. The invitation into the being's realm gave her pause for a moment, but she followed once the others began to make their way through the door. She reasoned that, in spite of everything that had just transpired, it was possibly the kindest greeting they had received since they first set foot in this spire. Once again she found herself trying to avoid the disturbing depictions that decorated the walls, but what little managed to bypass her averted gaze was enough to cause her mind to ache.<br/><br/>She was surprised by how relatively normal the two who greeted them appeared, doubly so when one seemed to be familiar with one of their group. With Dellim aparantly taking charge of the conversation and Marcus possibly knowing them, Desh opted to remain silent for the time being to see how things play out.