"Bullywugs!" shouted Thothalas as he suddenly came back to himself.He stares about himself with bloodshot eyes (unaware of the mud mask on his face).
"What happened? Oh, my, my head! I feel like a burnt match. I've never felt power like that." Whispered almost to himself, "I think I liked it."
The bunny dances around Thothalas as he takes in the scene and sees the monk unconscious near him.
"Stars and garters! I have some cloth in my satchel for bandages and a little fresh water to cleanse his wound. Is anyone else hurt?"
Thothalas stares at his drow companion as if he'd only just realized a dark elf was with them; but smiling his crooked smile through the mud on his face, he tends the monks wounds.
Distant shouts from the approaching villagers reach their ears.
"Oh, good, the Stinkwellians!" muttered Thothalas, slumping to the ground again in great fatigue. "Hope they have some Madaharin Vanilla tea."
Thothalas
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: << "If this was anywhere else
: but the
: Realm, I would say that your crazier than
: the Mad Hatter." commented the Drow
: slipping under the Monk's good shoulder to
: support him. "But since we are here,
: I guess speaking in tongues seems to be
: the order of the day."
: Helping Ral over to where Thothalas
: lay,
: Sterling gently lowered the Monk down next
: to the unconscious High Elf, "A word
: of advice, Ral. Before you try to heal
: him, I highly recommend that you use your
: Chi to heal yourself. And yes, I know a
: little bit about Chi healing. Back on
: Earth, I studied Tai Chi and I know what
: can be done when its properly or
: improperly used."
: Looking between the book and the fallen mage,
: Ral comments "When did you buy a
: sense of humor leader-boy? And here I just
: got used to your "brooding badarse
: swordsman" thing." Smirking to
: impart that, yes folks, he's kidding,Ral
: continues, in a more serious tone of voice
: "And, more importantly, I'm not good
: enhough to manuplate ki or chi, without
: this book I wouldn't be able to find out
: what's wrong with our 'beserker scribe',
: which by the way, is a fairly common
: problem with powerful, but inexperenced
: mages. He simply, did to much to fast,
: clooging up the special flow of natural
: forces within his, and any magic user's,
: aura. Without help, he'll be fine in a
: while, but with a poke in these three
: spots" Ral said, as he lightly touch
: three spots on 'Toth's neck,
: "ol'Tothy'll revive in a few hours, a
: day at worse. Now if you all will excuse
: me, I'm going to pass out now." And,
: dangit, he did.
: :
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