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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aura" data-source="post: 6313904" data-attributes="member: 6747658">Stables Battle - Post combatWith the action subsiding in the group's immediate vicinity, Dunkel and Mystie make every effort to help the fallen. Magic words are spoken and divine restorative power flows from their fingertips with practiced ease. Mystie has limited success--the small puncture marks on the man's body close, at least guaranteeing that further blood will not be lost. However, the relative pallor of the victim does not disappear, his skin is obviously cool to the touch and his breathing is rapid and shallow. Barely conscious, he murmurs, "St--ir--skis," or some variation thereof, several times.The victim Dunkel tends to is in even worse shape. Despite his repeated attempts to render aid, the lizard folk remains collapsed on the ground with absolutely no movement. Vacant eyes stare out, but the dwarf knows they see nothing. Perhaps the creature's spirit will move on to somewhere better.The background sounds continue--the stirges have not yet been fully wiped out or withdrawn. However, none of the chaos is quite as intense as it was right around the riding bird's stable. For whatever reason, the group bore the brunt of the swarm. The horses and ponies mill about restlessly, alert in case of a return of the disgusting giant mosquitoes.</blockquote>