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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 3902186" data-attributes="member: 143">Indeed they do. We'll find out what happened to him on Monday.Regarding healers, their high-level spell selection is pretty sparse, but what they do, they do better than just about anybody. Of course, against anything but undead, they have almost no offensive capability at all. Luckily for them, Rappan Athuk has no shortage of undead...* * * * * Chapter 300THE LIGHTAllera drifted in a calm space in the midst of chaos.  Her concentration was like a razor’s edge, as she drew in more and more holy power into herself.  In the aftermath of their defeat at the hands of the ghoul army at Derber’s Point, Allera had sought out solitude to reflect.  She had wandered the streets of Camar’s Gold Quarter, and had ended up in the grove of Camarellia.  The place was deserted, and Allera had been struck by a calm melancholy as she’d walked through the park, looking at the skeletal trees and bushes, the browned fields of grass, the empty beds that bore only dead scraps, now.  At one time, this place had been alive with growth, and Allera had spent hours upon hours here, just absorbing the bloom of life and energy, the laughter and smiles of the people who came here seeking relief from the endless stone and wood and noise and smells of the city.  She had found a bench, and sat alone in the dead park.  But as she had contemplated, she realized that her initial perceptions had been mistaken.  Camarellia, like Camar itself, was not dead.  Both were dormant, and under fierce attack by an enemy that would see all life crushed before it.  But life, Allera knew, was determined.  It found a way to survive, to persist, to grow. On her way out of the park, she had found a flower, a winter starbloom, half-concealed under a scraggled, barren bush.  She had knelt there, appreciating its beauty, for some time.  Her thoughts were now of that flower, and of the power it represented, as Allera drew upon more healing energy than she had ever channeled before.  She soaked up that power until she felt as though her very existence would be torn asunder before it, for there was a limit to what mortal flesh could absorb.  She felt the suffering around her acutely, and the tormented existence of the creatures all around felt like rough scabs upon her perceptions.  Her eyes were closed, but each of them flared in her consciousness like a red beacon.  Each, a violation. Finally, with a cry of release, she released the power. The mass heal spell blasted outward like a tidal wave of sheer power.  Undead creatures flared with blue fire, and were blasted into ashes.  Each of her companions was filled with that power, and their wounds closed, their suffering eased.  Balance returned, and Allera felt giddy with it as the surge ended.  She felt a rush of heat, but that came from outside her, not from within.  She did not see it, but that came from a fireball that Honoratius had detonated right on top of their position, shaping the spell to leave a hollow center where the companions remained unaffected.  The undead, weakened by Allera’s holy pulse, were obliterated. Allera opened her eyes, and blinked against the light.  The undead horde that had been swarming all around them a moment ago was just... gone.  The ground around them in a circle thirty feet across was covered in the charred remains of creatures, and flecks of ash danced around them in the wind.  A few undead, those that had grappled with the companions or gotten inside their defensive ring, were still intact, but their flesh was blackened from the impact of Allera’s spell, and they were slain within a few moments.  A few gargoyles fluttered overhead, heavily scorched and confused, but those too quickly succumbed to a barrage of magic missiles and scorching rays.  The demons were gone, having fled before the display of raw power.    The knights drew off their helmets, and looked at Allera with awe.  “Impressive,” Honoratius said, with a slight nod of deference.  Allera felt unsteady, and for a moment she thought she might fall.And then Dar was there, crushing her into his embrace, and reality returned in a rush, and she sucked in a breath, overcome.</blockquote>

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