Harb Half-Elf Paladin
"Don't worry about me, just singed some hair, save the healing for those that need it. Look, all better." Harb looks Lal in the eyes as he places his hand on his own chest, the same glow, like warm sun, radiating into his body.
[sblock=Action]Lay on hands for 2HP (This Brings Harb up to 8hp and he has 1hp worth of lay on hands left today)[sblock=Action]
"We should save all that we can, but the longer we stay the better the chances that we all die." Harb looks to the villagers that he armed with sword and shield already. "Is there a boat along the river anywhere that you can use to cross without being seen? If not do you think you can stay out of site long enough to get to the bridge? We can go the other way, rescue who we can, and meet you there."
Harb's head starts to turn to his allies helping the civilians out of the building, it stops momentarily when he sees a corps, standing there, eyes penetrating to his very soul. He remembers those eyes, remembers leading that boy into battle, to his slaughter. He blinks and the image is gone.
Harb looks back to his new allies. "With the size of this attacking force I wouldn't be surprised if all we find is dead bodies, and we might not make it out of this. But we need to save all who we can. I will go with anyone who wishes to try to make it to the shrine, I will not judge poorly anyone who doesn't."
"Don't worry about me, just singed some hair, save the healing for those that need it. Look, all better." Harb looks Lal in the eyes as he places his hand on his own chest, the same glow, like warm sun, radiating into his body.
[sblock=Action]Lay on hands for 2HP (This Brings Harb up to 8hp and he has 1hp worth of lay on hands left today)[sblock=Action]
"We should save all that we can, but the longer we stay the better the chances that we all die." Harb looks to the villagers that he armed with sword and shield already. "Is there a boat along the river anywhere that you can use to cross without being seen? If not do you think you can stay out of site long enough to get to the bridge? We can go the other way, rescue who we can, and meet you there."
Harb's head starts to turn to his allies helping the civilians out of the building, it stops momentarily when he sees a corps, standing there, eyes penetrating to his very soul. He remembers those eyes, remembers leading that boy into battle, to his slaughter. He blinks and the image is gone.
Harb looks back to his new allies. "With the size of this attacking force I wouldn't be surprised if all we find is dead bodies, and we might not make it out of this. But we need to save all who we can. I will go with anyone who wishes to try to make it to the shrine, I will not judge poorly anyone who doesn't."
