The Shield of the North [IC]

[Dirty]

Connor glanced over just in time to see Shad get hurt. He slashed at the expressionless skull and pushed the skeleton that was harrying him aside before spinning around and focussing a quick prayer on the fighter beside him.

Connor knew that the songs and prayers held power this night most of all, he focussed and beseeched the very city of Coldwater itself. Speaking to the stones and dirt they were standing on.


'In shadows of Coldwater dire,
Where dread inspires,

Beneath the toll of bells that pierce the night,
We bow in prayer, seek healing light.'

'Oh, Guardian, I beseech thee now,
With thy grace, let healing flow.

In this city of gloom, where shadows creep,
Grant us strength, dispel the deep.'

'In Coldwater's embrace, where darkness thrives,
Let your healing presence shine and revive.
As the bells ring out their protective chime,
May the living reign for all time.'

If a city could breathe, it exhaled from below an energy and Shad's wounds partly closed.

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Attack action:
To Hit: 1d20 (16) + 5 = 21
Damage: 1d6 (2) + 3 = 5

Bonus action:
Healing word: Shad, 4 hp