<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TqFBCOC.jpg)</div><strong>Canticle of Universal Harmony</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pVvl616Dk4SatgHZfgCxQwdjl3HS8NZTlF8jDehN0sU/edit)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Canticle's Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Canticle's Active Charms<br/><br/>Parry/Dodge DV   (4/8) 4/8<br/>Soak:  <br/>Bashing      3<br/>Lethal      1<br/>Aggravated   0</div></div><br/>With one jar of Skin Like the Mountains Oil set aside in a winterbreath jar for future study, another kept ready for her own use in the ordeals to come, Canticle crossed to the awakened bandit.  The petite craftmason—mark of the Twilight still agleam on her brow—studied him with quiet anger.<br/><br/>Wrath swelled up as he spoke, 'til her firsts trembled, and gold and purple sparks of anima encircled them for a split second as the murderous urge to vivisect him with her halberd reeled through her body.<br/><br/>In a tight voice, Canticale spoke, “Set his leg Wei.  Get him healed enough to move.  Wild Heart needs us.”  She crushed tears from her eyes.