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OOC: Apparently the Tarrasque has come and eaten everyone, the forest, the village, and then continued on its merry way.

"I agree with our guide. We must continue on." The cleric adjusts his damaged helm to fit better and smooths out his surcoat.

[I was going to give the elixir to Percy and heal myself, but I guess doing it the other way works too.] After hanging his mace on his belt Mirdor takes the elixir and drinks it. The liquid at first tastes bitter, but its rejuvinating effects begin to take place. When this is done the cleric...

Mirdor walks over to the bard and begins to check his wounds. He uses his knowledge of healing to see if he can bind the wounds and keep the bard from bleeding to death. [insert Heal check here]. He does all of this before tending to his own wounds.

The battered cleric raises his mace and bludgeons the last remaining gnoll. His steadfastness gives way to a frenzy [well as much of a frenzy as a broken cleric can go into] inspired by enacting retribution. the cry of "St. Cuthbert shall have retribution!" [well, at least something that sort of...

OOC: Draw the mace then move. Drawing the weapon to use up move action and then moving to use up standard action. I had no plans on moving then attacking in one round. I just wanted to get between Percy and the gnoll.

After finishing the spell the cleric openly thanks St. Cuthbert and draws a menacing looking mace with 10 flanges and the symbol of St. Cuthbert scrawled into the wooden handle on one side and "JUSTICE" [St. Cuthbert is the god of retribution] on the other. He then moves to be between Percy and...

OOC: I'm casting Bane on the gnolls. Mirdor grabs the holy symbol that hangs around his neck and begins to chant. Spell energy is being released upon the gnolls, but St. Cuthbert determines if Mirdor is in his favor and if the spell succeeds.

OOC: Actually shaff bards can wear medium armor and the breast plate is medium armor. the only downside is its spell failure of 25%. Mirdor looks at the armor and then to the rest of the party. "I will use this generous gift if every one else refuses."

"We can attempt to find your hermit, but I fear there is more at work here than we can see. St. Cuthbert shall see that order is restored to your village and all wrongdoers will be judged." The cleric seems to liven up at the thought of enacting the justice of St. Cuthbert. His appearance...

Mirdor looks at the man through his green eyes. His gaze is almost cold, but that is to be expected from the soldier he is. "I will look at your child, but I promise nothing." The cleric prepares to follow the man to go examine his son.

"I'm not that kind of cleric. If you want a healer find a Pelor follower. Besides I have no idea what deity these people follow." He straightens out his surcoat so as to make the symbol of St. Cuthbert more prominent. He then removes his helmet and tucks it under his arm.

"I do not think that you are making a good decision half-orc. You might want to let the foppish one *points to the bard* do the knocking. He's prettier than you and less likely to scare the locals."

Mirdor looks towards their green companion, "You sound like a dwarf, half-orc."

cleric spells cahnge cure light wounds to divine favor; orisons: light, guidance, virtue