<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/E35b81ec25ba02815cddf6a411b8426c.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">[Yamyra Fardawn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2445785)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl: 4, Race: Halfling, Gender: Female, Class: Cleric</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>36/36<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>d20+5<br/><hr/><br/>Ymyra was touched by Razi's speech.  They could all see the hope rising in the girl's eyes moment by moment.  She became horrified again as they searched to discover how many they'd almost left unaccounted for, just at the mate's word, but now the sorrow and anger gave her strength to press on through the rain.  Every time they found a survivor, unconscious or otherwise, Yamyra immediately cast a stabilize spell. Then she had everyone they found.  gather in a group on land.  With the rescue operations done, the little redhead bid them all gather round.  She stood in the middle of the wounded and began to sing.  Her hymn called upon Sarenrae to show mercy to the wounded and renew their hope at the end of their journey.  As the hymn rose to it's crescendo, Sarenrae's blessings rolled off of the little cleric twice in the form of a warm ring of pure life that enveloped them all.  It returned life tot he faltering.  Bones cracked into place.  Flesh was mended.  Blood restored.  Pain soothed.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>Channel Energy x2, 16 Healing for all.