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"...I'd like someone more experienced than me to take a look at him."
OOC: Not likely. Holly has a lot of ranks in heal!
Jurgen looks Glumr over doubtfully. In fact you all look to be in bad shape, Glumr no more than the others.
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Sure. I'll go tell Tibalt. He's the shrine's priest," says Jurgen.
When he returns with the priest Holly is gone. Tibalt doesn't look particularly priestly. In fact there's little to distinguish him in build, demeanor, or style of dress from the other Harix followers.
Tibalt has Glumr lie down so he can examine him.
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Now what would compel you to pull a fool's maneuver like breathing up a bunch of spores?" asks the priest. He promptly smacks Glumr in the forehead with the heel of his hand, hard enough to hurt a little, but too lightly to do much more than surprise the ranger. "
Now I'm more of a wound healer than a curer of sickness, but let's see what this does."
Tibalt pours nearly a quart of some unknown liquid down Glumr's throat. Glumr immediately start choking. He tries to sit up cough out the liquid, but Tibalt deftly pinches Glumr's nose and covers his mouth, holding him down in the process. Glumr thrashes around in a panic for 10 or 15 seconds (seems a lot longer to Glumr), before Tibalt rolls him onto his side and releases him. Glumr spends the next minute or two coughing up liquid.
17:08, Today: Fritzholm rolled 8 using 1d20+4. Tibalt's healing skill.
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That's for the spores. Someone had best keep an eye on him for a day or two to witness the cure or whatever happens. As for those burns."
Tibalt casts a familiar healing spell on Glumr while he's still spitting up the mysterious fluid.
Glumr recovers 8 HP. He's nearly back up to max.
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Well there you have it, young Triplefang. True healing if you've ever witnessed it. Donating a little of those spoils to the temple wouldn't go unwelcomed. Specially if any of the rest of you aren't keen on hobbling around with all your broken bits."
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