As a sign of her friendship and farewell, Gwyth produced a tiny glowing blue dove from inside her hands and cast it into the air above the adventurers heads as they sailed away.
With a flourish, the Arcane Monk caused energy to crackle from his hands, fire on one and lightning on the other. "Now you will see why they call me Flashfire."
Standing there facing his enemies in nothing but his robes of the church, the Paladin grinned, drew his sword, and spoke his armor's name. In a flash of glorious light of energy his enemies now faced the Paladin adorned in his full armor.
The cleric is a miracle worker, every prayer bought before worked like a charm. So when the Assassin stabbed him straight through the heart, he wasnt worried. Even when he dropped to his knees, unable to stand, he wasnt worried. When the wounds vanished and he stood back up, it was the would be Assassin that was worried. 500 gold well spent.
Luckily, the spell that the cleric cast on him began to work. His wounds healed before the ogres eyes, and he sighed a relief. The 150 gold was worth this feeling of saftey. "Ok, which one of you bashed my head in? If you ruined my good looks, I am gonna have to take this personally."
Luckily, the spell that the cleric cast on him began to work. His wounds healed before the pirates eyes, and he sighed a relief. The 35 gold was worth this feeling of saftey. "Ok, which one of you stabbed me in the neck? I think I am gonna return the favor."