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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3277916" data-attributes="member: 11760">As the owlbear falls, so does Emus' greatclub. Emus leaps over to Emmerson and eases him gently into a lying position on the floor. The combined effects of the adrenaline wearing off and fear make his shout raw with emotion: "BUFER!"Hazel drops to her knees, her axe clattering to the stone beside her. The torch flickers in her shaking hands before it, too, is released.She blanches at the remnants of Emmerson's mail, and she moans quietly through clenched teeth. Fearing her healing skills won't be up to the task, she tries anyway, pressing her hands to the paladin's chest to staunch the blood."Bufer!" Her voice seems overly loud to her own ears. "He's out of it! A little healing wouldn't go amiss!"She leans harder on the gaping holes in the armor, watching wide-eyed as the blood wells out around her fingers, soaking her knees and the dwarf's leggings.Ragglus drives an extra blow into the owlbear, partially to make sure it's dead, partially in outrage that the paladin has fallen. If this is the kind of protection you provide, Lothian, the fighter curses inwardly, I'm thankful I failed your precious trials."Help'im, dammit," Ragglus barks to no one in particular, suddenly feeling quite useless.Tosh rushes to the paladin and presses his hands in a compress near Hazel's try to staunch the flow."Had to make yerself the best target, didn't you?" he hisses.Bufer drops the torch behind him, and he rushes forward and elbows his way through the crowd surrounding the fallen paladin until he can lay a hand on Emmerson's shoulder. Grasping the symbol dangling around his neck with his other hand, he hurriedly whispers a prayer to the god of gnomes, channeling positive energy through the fetish and into Emmerson's wounds.The paladin's wounds close, although he remains coated in the blood shed so far. Although his eyes do not reopen, his breathing, which had been ragged and shallow, returns to normal."Good work, Bufer," says Tucker, stowing his mace and shield. "And everyone else, as well. Dry and brittle skeletons are one thing, but this was quite another."He stoops to examine Emmerson, but since his medical knowledge doesn't go much beyond pulling a splinter or resting a strained muscle, he doesn't bother pretending he knows any more."Is it safe to move him? It won't be an easy walk, but I can likely carry him back to town -- but that means the mirrors will be staying here until we can make another trip."Hazel pulls her bloodied hands back from the unconscious paladin, grateful for the cleric's quick intervention. A twinge from her abdomen as she moves reminds her of the owlbear's talon, and she probes the slice in her leather armor with her fingers."Err, Bufer?" She looks up with a wry half-smile. "Could you slap a bandage on me before we get moving?""Hang on, hang on," Bufer says absently, still concentrating on the unconscious paladin. "One patient at a time, please. Nobody's carryin' anyone outta here, just yet."Still clutching his ersatz gold nugget, the young gnome closes his eyes and murmurs a second prayer to Garl Glittergold, once again channeling his faith through his holy symbol and into Emmerson's prone form.A bit more color returns to the paladin's cheeks, and his eyelids flutter as he begins to wake up.Bufer smiles and lets out a heavy sigh of relief as the fallen paladin begins to wake. He releases his hold on Emmerson's shoulder and his holy symbol, and brings both hands up to his face, finally allowing himself to process his fear of what almost happened. He breathes in and out a few times to get a hold of himself, then drops his hands to his sides and looks down at Hazel's wounded abdomen."Tch," he mutters, and reaches for his healer's kit. "All right, listen up, the lot of you. As far as divine healing is concerned, as my aunt's niece's step-mother was fond of saying: The muffin shop is now closed. You're all gonna have to settle for the more rudimentary kind from here on out. Bandages, needle and thread is about all I got left. Understand? Anyone who doesn't want to be stitched up by 'Doc Asshigh' better watch themselves."With that, Bufer sets about winding bandages round and round Hazel's injured midriff.Emmerson's eyes blink open for a second, then they shut close. He wets his lips and forms a question in a raspy voice."We got him?""Damn straight," Emus smiles.</blockquote>

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