[Calling Jeremy, Buzzard, Reaper, and Janos] Let the SMACK begin!

[Jeremy]

Arowain throws his hands into the air.

"Pile all the living wounded in one pile and the dead in a hole and I'll fix them later, child's play, I was looking for something a little more useful and suited to us----hey! I'm still talking to you... Rude bugger. Hey, you! Where should we head to help out?"

Arowain heads over and bugs another rescue worker.

 

[Jeph]

"Ar, ye kin 'port yerself in ter thart den buldin, ye can, yar, ab ye shid tak yer hinds off me in' go 'bout yer own bus'is if all ye kin do is say ter tos ar dead 'n wound'd uns in ter ditch! Nar, 'spect ter spirits, er ter spirits wi'nt 'spect you, I b'leve! Ya, nar mek er'selv's usef'l, ahn!"

 

[Jeremy]

"Hold on a moment while I cast a spell that will allow us to speak the same language... Hmm, how quaint, I suppose that is common after a fasion... Oh well. I didn't say heap the dead and wounded into a ditch, I said put the wounded in a pile and the dead in a hole, and I'll fix them right up. Do you want the wounded healed or not?"

Arowain strides over to a grouping of wounded and casts mass heal after a moment's concentration, healing what's left of the bodies in a 30' circle as much as he is able.

"That's about as much as any normal healing will do for any of them until we fix the hole, my good rough speaking man. But it would be much more efficient if they were grouped together. I can only do that once more this day, so if you wish the spirits to think well of you, you might consider doing so."

With a satisfied nod Arowain begins walking back to the others, "When you get as many as you can grouped up, come get me, or if you figure a way we can help close this mess up. At least until we talk to my pet god about granting me different powers upon the morning with which to fix whomever's collosal screw up this is."

Arowain dusts his hands off.