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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sephiroth no Miko" data-source="post: 1971835" data-attributes="member: 4796">*Phaeder watches in a sort of slow-motion horror as Shal moves up to face the remaining tree-beasts, only to be mangled by their mighty branches. He hadn't always gotten along with the Pelorite and he sometimes got the impression Shal disapproved of his ghostly bond but the young man had been a good companion... a true and loyal friend in their adventures. Phaeder shakes his head, trying to brush off the rising tide of grief.* This isn't the time to have a breakdown. There's still a few of those tree-creatures to worry about and half the camp is down. Keep moving.*Suiting deed to thought, Phaeder moves to the nearest of the badly wounded and offers a healing hand and a comforting smile, before moving on to the next.*In his head, he can hear Anshul's outraged cries. "Well, aren't you going to help put down those monstrous trees that killed your friend? Avenge his death!" the ghost demands angrily."How, Anshul?" *answers Phaeder, softly, tonelessly, as he tends to the fallen.* "I am not the warrior that Drakkon or Trekt is. Nor do I possess the magical might like Allyra or Rez to blast those creatures to splinters. I only have my song, my bow, and my hands. The first I've lent, the second is of little use in a melee, so I'm left with the third. I cannot do anything for Shal, but others could use my succor. What better way to honor his memory than observe one of the main precepts of his god?""But-- but--!! You're furious! I can feel the rage burning in your heart like a white-hot flame! Don't you wish to slake your bloodthirst instead of pandering about with these... these arcane fritterings!?" sputters the ghost in frustration. *Phaeder stiffens imperceptibly. For a second, Anshul was sure his host would clam up and wall him out, as he so often did when the ghost was being particularly vexing or tactless, but Phaeder surprises him into honest silence with a plaintive plea.* Anshul, please... just let me do this in peace. Berate me all you want later, but I can't face this right now. We'll talk... sometime. I promise."Alright, whelp, have it your way," mutters Anshul gruffly and retreats, somewhat nonplussed, leaving Phaeder alone. The messy jumble of emotions his host was radiating was giving him a headache-- or the memory of one-- anyway.[OOC: Move and cast cure moderate wounds on someone who needs it. Rinse and repeat on subsequent rounds. This should be the fourth round of inspire courage (+5 to hit and damage, +6 vs. charm and fear); six rounds are left.]</blockquote>

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