<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/Elvenknight.jpg)</div><strong>Zanthus (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188886.msg9128266#msg9128266)</strong><br/>Plothook character sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=12939)<br/>Status: HP 15/15; AC 20, Touch 12, Flat 17; CMD 15; Fort +5, Ref +4, Will +5; Perception +2; Init +2<br/>Longsword attack +4, dmg 1d8+3, (PA -1/+2)<br/><hr/><br/>Zanthus is the last to awaken. As consciousness returns he groans, then opens his eyes quickly to ascertain the outcome of the battle. He is pleased to find that his allies have triumphed in spite of his weakness. A touch to his face alerts him that Idise has awakened; he remembers her also falling in the battle. Whatever sorcery the dwarf had employed was enough to fell both of them, but not enough to save his miserable life. The villain's corpse nearby attests, an arrow still protruding from his skull. Lydia's work, no doubt.<br/><br/>It will not do to remain prostrate. Zanthus struggles to his knees beneath the weight of his heavy armor, only to find the strange mongrel woman nearby, groaning in pain. "Shhh... Quiet, Dyra." Guided by instinct alone he stretches out his hand and places it upon her sternum. "Let Iomedae's grace grant you succor." His words are intended only to soothe, yet miraculously his Lady hears his prayer and chooses to act directly. The warmth of her compassion flows through his outstretched hand and into the wounded lady, healing her of her most grievous wound.<br/><br/>It is the clearest sign Zanthus has yet received that he is embarked on the correct path. His quest is just, his goals are pure.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lay on Hands<br/>Roll Result: Zanthus rolled: 1d6<br/>Comment: Lay on Hands<br/>Result: 6, <br/>Total: 6<br/></div></div><br/>He is so amazed by the results of his prayer that his touch on the woman lingers after the healing energies have dispersed.<br/><br/>"You have found favor with the Lady, Dyra. Now rest. We shall achieve your village soon, where proper healers can see to your injuries. You fought bravely indeed." His voice raises to encompass the entire assembly. "As did everyone. I sense this is but the vanguard for the evil that has burrowed into the grounds here, yet it is a blow boldly struck, and there shall be more from the same quarter."<br/><br/>"Idise," he turns to the woman still lying on the ground next to him. "Can you stand?" He offers his hand that the two might rise together. In a whisper he continues, "We should discuss tactics, perhaps, when we have time, lest these wizards and archers come to think that the battlefield belongs to them entirely! Come to your feet with me. Until the ground is secure, we cannot rule out another attack."<br/><br/>