"Aroden's bones!" Zanthus cried as he struggled to a seated position. The paladin bit back his words before another sacrilegious oath could escape. He was better than that, and it should take more than an unexpected fall to break his calm.<em>My apologies, Mistress</em>, he silently prayed.<br/><br/>But what had happened? He was only slightly injured, but what had become of the other knights? Of the cathedral itself?<br/><br/>His mailed hand closed around a lump of rock. The power of his blood flowed through his grip, coaxing illumination from the dead stone. Soon the circle of light began to reveal the dire situation around him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Use <em>light</em> special ability on a rock. Lasts 10 minutes, 20 foot radius.<br/></div></div>