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Date Posted: 16:09:05 12/02/02 Mon
Author: Panth
Subject: Devine Intervention?
In reply to: Fanduil 's message, "An explosive retaliation====>" on 16:22:13 12/01/02 Sun

As the wound on Zenephret's dressed arm swells red, she awakens just outside the town with Fanduil unconscious nearby. His own wound(s) seem to be just as swolen and dangerous as hers. She reaches into her belt pouch and retrieves the talisman of the wizard's heart. "Pray to Corellian that this works..." She mutters to herself, and holds the talisman outward, invoking the magical powers locked inside. The recoil of the talisman knocks her arms back, and launches a medium sized fireball into the already burning town. A small explosion results, flinging more bodies into the sky. "Glad that backfire missed..." She let's out a low grunt as the wound throbs.

After getting over the painful feeling, she runs into the burning city. As she finds her way to an apothecary, she loots goblin bodies of gold pieces. She reaches the building she seeks, as it burns half-heartedly. She grabs a vial she recognizes to be an antidote. Hastily she gulps it down, and grabs a beaker with an identical substance and runs out, feeling a dizzying effect from the battle inside her body between posion and antidote. When she reaches her fallen ally, she pours a bit into his mouth, and takes a seat. "I'm not a fighter..." From there, she passes out from all the strain.

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