Baliere Duldrem, human cleric
Baliere wakes with a grown, rubbing the back of his head, then blushes as he sees that one of the souls he was meant to rescue has proven the one to save him.
"Not the best showing my first time out, now is it?" the cleric says. He shoves himself to his feat, wincing. "Still not at top form, and looks like you took a nasty scratch, Kade. Let's see if I can't be at least a little useful now, eh?"
The cleric closes his eyes and places two fingers on the wooden butterfly hanging from his neck. He whispers something, then his cloak and hair billow as if from a sudden wind. Just as suddenly, a swarm of glowing swallowtail butterflies burst forth from the cleric, swirling outward across the room. Most seem to evaporate into nothing as they fly away from Baliere, but several each land on both Kade and the cleric of Desna, clustered near their respective wounds. Their wings beat slowly for a moment and the wounds knit in response. Then the remainder of the butterflies take to the air again, dissipating as quickly as they appeared.
Baliere smiles wide as he finishes, straightening his tunic as he says. "Excellent well. I think I'm ready to visit a Prancing Prince."
Baliere wakes with a grown, rubbing the back of his head, then blushes as he sees that one of the souls he was meant to rescue has proven the one to save him.
"Not the best showing my first time out, now is it?" the cleric says. He shoves himself to his feat, wincing. "Still not at top form, and looks like you took a nasty scratch, Kade. Let's see if I can't be at least a little useful now, eh?"
The cleric closes his eyes and places two fingers on the wooden butterfly hanging from his neck. He whispers something, then his cloak and hair billow as if from a sudden wind. Just as suddenly, a swarm of glowing swallowtail butterflies burst forth from the cleric, swirling outward across the room. Most seem to evaporate into nothing as they fly away from Baliere, but several each land on both Kade and the cleric of Desna, clustered near their respective wounds. Their wings beat slowly for a moment and the wounds knit in response. Then the remainder of the butterflies take to the air again, dissipating as quickly as they appeared.
Baliere smiles wide as he finishes, straightening his tunic as he says. "Excellent well. I think I'm ready to visit a Prancing Prince."
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