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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 5695999" data-attributes="member: 2710">[sblock=Quioan]The runes glow with unmistakable healing magics. The spell is basic, and it's clear the wand had been used several times before it reached Nevil's hands. [ooc]If you didn't read it above: CLW with 26 charges. Down to 25 after you heal Nevil (that's not actually an RP tax; I increased the charges by one so you could use it now and have 25 going forward. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> )[/ooc][/sblock]As Quioan speaks the word, the runes on the gnarled branch glow softly, the glow spreading across Nevil's burnt hands. When the visible magic has faded, there is nothing but pink, undamaged skin. The half-elf beams and launches himself to hug Quioan. The young elf has a bit of trouble breathing for a moment, but it's unclear if that's from the powerful grip of the half-elf, or the overwhelming mixture of body odor, grease, and rotting fish that seems to hang about Nevil like an invisible cloud. "Oh, thank you! The shaman is not trickings, and you have found the magics, and savings me from pain and burning from devil fish," Nevil says as he releases Quioan. He bows to the elf. "Captain short one says you are going on dangerous mission, yes? You should take magic stick. Use for you mission if you are needing. Is least I can be doings.""Okay, enough with the heartfelt blubbering!" Captain Renlow calls out. "Your hands are all better, come take a shift at the wheel, Nevil, while I get that slimy bit of deliciousness cleaned for dinner."Nevil quickly runs up to take his place. As he hands off the wheel, Renlow adds, "And we talked about the short cracks, eh?"  "Da-worf is hard for saying," Nevil replies with an innocent seeming shrug. Renlow raises an eyebrow and cocks his head to the side."Then practice," he returns.The captain crosses the deck, pulls out a knife, and quickly cleans the eel, throwing the bones and excess back into the river. His annoyance at 'short cracks' seems to quickly fade, as he easily acquiesces to Nevil's request to keep the head. As the dwarf moves down below to begin cooking the eel, Nevil sucks the eyes out of his prize and gnaws on the eel head in quiet satisfaction as he steers the barge into the growing darkness with dangerous fish, cranky guardsmen, and threatening spies all now left behind, and the Ouhm, Martna, and this mysterious cult lying ahead. [gm]I'll be doing some time-shifting here in the nearish future. I'll likely narrate 'tonight's' dinner, then move us on. I want to give you guys time to do whatever other settling in you want. Other than letting me know what gear you keep on your person and what kind of watch schedule you set (if any), as well as prepared spells if you prepare them, you can be as detailed as you like.[/gm]</blockquote>

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