Re: [Act V Scene II] The Sentinel's Sandals
Regdoc gasped and coughed weakly. The spear wound was bad and he was leaking blood like a gnomish barrel tap leaked wine. Fantastic inventors those week folk, but the old cleric often wondered why they couldn't fabricate a decent tap. Regdoc grunted, held the end of the spear toward his trusty pack dog, "Grab hold you filthy wretch!"
Chomper caught the spear shaft in his huge mouth, his sharp teeth making dents into the wood. He looked at Regdoc, cocking an eye as if asking, Are you sure about this?
Regdoc grunted and then motioned for Chomper to pull... which he did. The cleric looked toward the far horizon, direction was not important, and stifling a cry of pain, called upon the Wandering God for aid before collapsing.
A moment later, he heard Brother Brodd and felt himself being shaken awake. He groaned again and pulled his bloodied hands away from the wound, revealing that it was completely healed!
"Praise His Dusty Footsteps!"
Cure Light Wounds on self: Regdoc rolled 5 using 1d6+1 ((4)).