<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/6RpFEOS.png)</div><strong>Talla Rho'Gul</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300648.msg14700751#msg14700751)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Bigtree Beach<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Leanna Fairwind, Morgan Ironcast<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 12/12<strong>AC</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>:<em>Damp in an entirely nonsexual way</em><hr/>Talla's fingers dug into the soaked earth, ironshod digits clawing for purchase as the tip of her tail flicked and writhed like a bloated worm against the sands.  The cursed taste of the sea filled her mouth, but the land, the<em>land</em>!  For the first time in<em>days</em>, the ground did not pitch and sway under her cloven feet.  She wasn't curled up in the ship's hold, keeping her body and head low in an effort to keep her food down.  Even in the midst of disaster, she took solace in that tiny blessing.<br/><br/>However, the sun never ceased in it's blazing path through the sky, and niether could she afford to tarry indefinitely.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Hasprecht dal vor'sha..."</em></strong>she swore in infernal, pushing against the ground.  One luminous blue eye openned, and she paused, looking at the thick root system pushing its way into the damp earth in front of her.  She'd never<em>seen</em>a tree so immense ... of course, she'd never seen a tree she couldn't fit her arm around, but her eyes followed it's massive trunk up, and<em>up</em>, the lowest boughs barely visible against the thick fog as it stretched out of sight, fat drops of warm rain splashing across her face as she regarded it with awe.<br/><br/><strong>"Where <em>are</em> we?"</strong>she mumbled to herself, her tail lashing back and forth as she blinked at the tumbling rain and pulled up her sodden hood in a vain attempt to keep the downpour out of her eyes.  White silks clung to her figure, heavy with rain, showing the leather and protective steel links of her armor as she turned to examine her surroundings.<br/><br/><strong>"<em>Morgan</em>!"</strong>she called, seeing the plump form of the Dwarven brewer from the port, the one who'd pointed her at a vessel captained by a man who'd even accept a Hellspawn as a passenger, and the dark, wet sheen of blood on the stones.<strong>"<em>Karach toome</em>, woman, hang on!  The gods wouldn't be cruel enough to rescue you from the sea just to slay you with a rock."</strong><br/><br/>Or, so she said.  As she knelt over the Dwarf, Talla bit her bottom lip.  The damage was bad, no doubt.  The blood was too thick, but she thought she saw the jagged edge of bone along the edge of her scalp.  This was beyond her meager talent for, but, as an Aspirant she had other gifts.  Talla closed her eyes and<em>focused</em>the way she'd been taught.  There was no chanting, no<em>spell</em>to this art, she channeled her will and embers of golden flame danced along the back of her hand.  Gently,<em>gently</em>she touched her palm to the bloody wreck of Morgan's head, the light growing brighter and difficult to look directly at as a comfortable warmth spread through the darkness of unconsciousness.  Flesh knit, and bones reconnected under her hand ... but it was a faint trickle.  Just enough to spare the dying.  Her reserve of restorative power was shallow still, and who knew how many others would need to be rescued.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Lay on Hands</em> to restore 1 HP to Morgan Ironcast and bring her out of Dying (assuming she was, anyway)</div></div><br/><br/><strong>"See?  You'll be enticing sailors with your victuals again in no time."</strong>she sighed with relief, settling down into a seated position next to her, raising her shield to protect her from the rain that ran through the leaves of the canopy overhead.  As she waited for signs of the portly woman's awakening, she turned her eyes towards the rolling mist that was brought on by the rain.  She narrowed her eyes distrustfully, wary of who might be drawn to the wreckage of their vessel.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-02-21 01:08:01, Talla (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=131064)</div></div>