the dragon born charged the wooden doors like it was made of brittle glass. the door shattered easily to pieces. he then half-vanished behind a mysterious cloud. it was goblin magic. i do not know much of goblin magic but the dragon born needs all the help he can get. these creatures must be defeated.
it was evident that they are trying to set fire on the store which could set fire to a big part of the town instantly remembering the alcohol stored in the basement. if we do not succeed in arresting them here. it would be the end for all of us. it is now or never.
i peeked inside. the smoke hurt my eyes. i heard chanting but it was not melodic like the chanting of magic back home. this was vile. i focused by eyes on the symbol of corellon which hangs loosely around my neck, against my blood soaked robes. corellon help us. time stops.
great corellon. preserver of life. i beseech you to slay our enemies and grant aid to the noble dragonborn. such courage. such self sacrifice should not be left unrewarded.
i sense solely a calm presence whenever i call upon corellon's intervention. i feel the magic course thru my entire body. a warmth that i can not begin to describe.
[cast ::divine glow:: on the goblins and aid arao].
i then noticed the ranger having trouble. he is badly hurt.
hail corellon, i ask now for your healing touch for this valiant warrior. you know the desire of our hearts to be healed of our wounds. i ask this for your glory.
i offered a prayer to corellion. divine magic once again course thru my body. i close my eyes in complete gratitude.
[cast ::healing word:: on jarek].
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