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Krallek jams his spear into the spokes, and the wagon bucks as if possessed. The spear, shoved into the wheel-base, slams into Krallek's face as the wagon hurtles past, knocking him out.
Tracing another symbol in the air, Dherisan gestures towards Abraham as he yellow flashes once more. He mutters some unintelligible incantation under his breath, and bequeaths the forces of fate to grant the man their favor.
DM - Strength Test
STR Test
STR Test
With a great heave, Abraham pushes the empty cart into the road just enough that the out of control cart will hit it.
Although not rushing to get directly involved, Corvus continues to move swiftly closer to the activity, weighing up the situation.
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Zaigon is yanked aboard the runaway wagon, just moments before it impacts the empty wagon. Nathaniel and Abraham, both bracing the empty wagon, help to absorb some of the force of the impact.
With a resounding boom, the wagon hits hard enough that it's back wheels leave the ground. Horses from the beer wagon, not twenty-five feet down Market street's hill, scream at the sound of splintering wood.
Everyone is bruised and battered, but no signifigant injuries remain.
Abraham picks himself up from his knees, where the force of the carriage had driven him, then helped the others to their feet, and over to the grass.
"Gather with me a bit my friends". "Let me bring the healing touch of the goddess to help soothe our wounds".
Channel Positive Energy
I believe that heals two wounds, and the rolled amount of vigor?
Also, I'm assuming that Armor's damage reduction doesn't apply to this damage?
"Well, it could have been a lot worse" Zaigan says as he dusts himself off
The dust settles, and people pick themselves of the ground, some now with a few more bruises on them.
A long, slow clap goes up from the side of the road, followed by a cheer. "That was spectacular! Do it again!" A handsome young man with blond locks that go just past his chin sits in a cafe, a half eaten crepe on his plate. His blue eyes sparkle with mirth as he smiles with a young lady you both recognize as the step-daughter of Father Tobyn, the priest of the small cathedral at the top of the hill, named Nulia.
He is dressed sharply, in the style of the Marble district in Magnimar. She has on a nice looking, loose-fitting red dress, but it is not quite up to his caliber. He raises a flask to you all. "I hope you are all unharmed, because from where I was sitting, that was worthy of Iylmrain, the whore of Magnimar, and some of the most impressive war dramas I've seen on the stages of Egorian's tainted womb they call the theater."