“I know the way to your infirmary, and I know what we'll need from your stock” Jean-Christophe say., “I’ve near exhausted Her blessings, it has been a long time. Give an old priest a moment to catch his breath, and I’ll be on my way.”
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The Sarenrae priests lets out a sigh as the plant’s attack comes to an end. He turns back to the spymaster, free of the implanted vine and bomb, but still open from his surgery. “Monsiuer Gardinier will need to be dealt with before his coming days of rest and recovery. Before he expires now.” Guillaumine, Raphael, and the priest easily sutured the spymaster. With a brief prayer, a warmness radiated from Jean-Christope, washing over those near him with a radiating light. Guillaumine watches as his cuts seal over, and the scars fade away.
On Sanctuary:
I thought much on this one, it is rather strange, but RAW, Sanctuary affects all creatures. It gets into that very iffy territory, and it may be something that we might have to re-address depending on if people exploit it, but for this particular instance of the casting, I am allowing it. The bishop answers before Raphael can. “Sanctuary, my child. Though, on a creature without a consciousness? Though it is a spell She provides me, I know not if it will work. Then there is the matter if it can resist...” Jean-Christophe is unsure. "Though, in the absence of a better plan, I am prepared at your command, doctor."
The Bishop clears his throat. “Sarenrae bestows me many a spells. Through Her guidance, I am prepared to halt any a conflict, and tend to any damages imaginable.” He gives Guillaumine a thin smile, ready for any instruction.
Jean-Christophe puts the leechwort by the patient. “Friend, hmm, I am a man of faith. The Healing Flame was christened with Her epithet for a reason. This medicine will do, but should I instead call upon Her healing light?”
“And unwise to not consider them at all.” Jean-Christophe says, inviting a glance from Mirabelle. “ ’Run, run away, for all of you will return like those outside,’ that is what he said before.”
The bishop looks at the spymaster on the floor. He nods a couple seconds after the doctor gives her orders. Grabbing the golden holy symbol of Sarenrae at his neck, and with a quick tug, the chain around the winged-sword breaks. He grips the symbol in front of him. “Of course, my child.” Guillaumine, DC 17 Sense Motive for All others:
The Bishop seemed to have a moment of hesitation before helping. His brow lowered ever so slightly, forming creased wrinkles over his forehead. With a slow pace, he moves towards Luc Gardinier, tapping the elf with the winged-sword necklace, holding it against the spymaster’s shoulder. The bishop begins to chant to his goddess.
“A moment, my child” The priest rises to the stage with some difficulty. The man is older than most of the crowd, and his draping ropes don’t give him much of an ability to climb the stage. He appears almost flustered from his quick hustle to the doctor. “Speak, I shall -” his panting is interrupted by a series of coughs. “- I shall Help in any way She permits me.”
The bishop blinks. The strong wrinkle on his face make him appear solemn, stern, but oddly approachable. “Her light graces you, madam.” He bows curtly, arms resting locked behind his back. His holy symbol hangs from a thin chain, swinging, twisting. He rises, expressionless as before. “Before donations, start with prayer. A good mind is more virtuous than a gold coin. ” He smiles. “But let us take small steps toward righteousness, my child.” Again, he bows. |