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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1351553" data-attributes="member: 13681">As Tzzect turns to leave Zadkiel rasps, "Wait."He puts down his crossbow and reaches behind his back. His fingers make soft rustling sounds as his as they drift through the wreckage of his wings. He winces, wing shuddering, as he produces a perfect gleaming feather. He checks the surroundings again before he turns his attention fully on the feather.It rests flat on his open palm. His other hand hovers over the it, hiding it from view. A soft flare of shadowed silver flashes and he sweeps his hand away in a circle pointing at each member of the group. The feather trembles and glows. Black flecked sliver specks flow out of the feather trailing the path of his hand. He gestures at Brahnz and Semm. Gabriel and Tzzect. Wallam and Derry. Himself. At each punctuation of the circle the trailing silver flows outward, toward the intended, hovering in a misty radiance. At each punctuation of the circle the trailing black flecks flow inward, toward the feather which grows sooty as the flecks overtake its trembling glow. As Zadkiel finishes the circle his hand again passes over the feather. It crumbles into dust and he is done. The elf exhales a pent up breath, sending fine black dust swirling and he nods."Okay, now you can git."OOC: Bless. +1 to morale bonus to attacks and saving throws vs. fear.</blockquote>