<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">N'trish'ta Songfire (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x_zUnbLDkhN5lscU54WR9hNvwFWx_uvDdMHC9diq96c/edit)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/81bcdfed52c836dd51f1632dcba4ab1a--dark-elf-fantasy-inspiration.jpg)</div><strong>Class/Level : </strong>Cleric 1<br/><br/><strong>HP : </strong>8<br/><strong>AC : </strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Positive Conditions : </strong>N/A<br/><strong>Negative Conditions : </strong>N/A<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">Mechanical Actions + Dicerolls</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/>A slow groan...<br/><br/>Ruby eyes fluttered slowly open...<br/><br/>Then the ebony girl jerked to a seated position, grabbing the scimitar that rested just inches from where she'd fallen.  "Kayla!"<br/><br/>She sprang to her feet, almost seeming to be lifted into the air rather than rising on her own power.  Trish looked to the right and to the left.  The light was very dim, even for her keen ruby orbs, but she could still survey those who'd fallen beside her with the eyes of a trained medic.<br/><br/>"That's not good," she whispered as her eyes fell upon first the human woman, then the elf lord.  "Oh..." she whispered, "That's beyond me...  He needs a veteran servant of the goddess..."<br/><br/>Trish shook her head.  She ran to crouch between Quiniara and Murasaki.  She froze at the sight of a burly shadow.  "Oh!  Arthur, is that you?"<br/><br/><em>Tag Arthur here. </em><br/><br/>Relieved, Trish touched two on the shoulders and gave teh lightest shake.  "Quin, Murasaki, wake.  We live.  Terendelev saved us with her dying breath.  Let us honor her deed!<br/><br/><em>Tag Quiniara and Murasaki here.</em><br/><br/>"Girls, wake the others.  Arthur, help me please.  I need the steady hand and mighty thews of a smith."  Trish lead him to the girl with the broken leg. "I need to set this before she wakes.  The pain of such can be a terrible shock to the soul leaving one confused for days.  I need you to hold her still, one hand on the leg above the break, the other wherever you can best keep her still 'til it's done."  Trish began to measure the strange girl's leg with her hands.  Once I've set the bone, I'll call upon curing magic.  Hopefully that will negate the need for a splint."