- Speed
- 30 ft
Base attributes
- Charisma
- 14
- Constitution
- 12
- Dexterity
- 10
- Intelligence
- 10
- Strength
- 10
- Wisdom
- 16
- The priest clutches his holy symbol and whispers a prayer.
- "This is joyous news... or would be, in most any other situation... Still, praised be your name, our deliverer
- "I had just finished an operation and was preparing for the next one when all the remaining patients... bloome
- "Hardly a scratch, Your Grace. I'm afraid the same can't be said of many of the townsfolk..."
- "There are still many wounded in the city streets. I aim to help everyone I can."
- The old priest winces. He's holding his side, and while bloodstains are slowly spreading on his clothes, it's
- "Praise to Erastil, shield of these lands! Once the battle is over, you must make your way there and destroy t
- The priest whispers a prayer and touches the wound on the warrior's hip, then the wound immediately begins to
- "Go, Your Grace. I must leave as well — the battle isn't over yet. Horrendous creatures prowl the streets, and
- A trifle... Nothing a prayer to Erastil couldn't cure. But my wound can wait — the townsfolk are in greater ne
