helium3
First Post
Urkulyr walks over to the prone half-orc, nudges him with a iron shod boot and then mutters a quick prayer. The index finger of his right hand becomes wreathed in faintly flickering, metallic looking flames. He stoops down and touches Irontusk's forehead.
OOC : Spontaneously convert one of my 0th level spells to cure minor wounds. I don't want our hard won prey dying on us.
OOC : Spontaneously convert one of my 0th level spells to cure minor wounds. I don't want our hard won prey dying on us.