Pater Dominico makes it to the bottom of the now fragmented spiral belfry stairs and reads his scroll of mass cure moderate wounds, healing all of 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (7, 1) + 10 = 18 hp damage.... I remember seeing your heathen friend right before the dragon filled the tower with its fiery breath.... But not after.... I fear he would not have been under Our Lord's protection as the rest of were.... I assure you, that was not my intention.... I was about to protect him as well, but I was too late.... Forgive me....
Bracing himself against what's left of the ruined belfry wall, Pater Dominico gasps as part of the spiral stair he stands on crumbles away and falls toward the sprawling form of Alphonse lying on the cathedral floor some 200 ft below.... May God's angels preserve him.... Come unto me, all who are wounded, and I shall heal you in the name of Our Saviour! Pulls out a scroll of mass cure moderate wounds.... He begins to descend the broken stairs with cautious steps and leaps over the gaps....
Pater Dominico explains to the Lusty Fools that he serves the folk of Naples under His Grace, the Archbishop of Naples, and offers six potions of resistance to fire (20) to the heroes to help them on their quest, as well as a magical blade, Wyrm's Doom, a +2 frost dragon bane longsword once wielded by the English knight, Saint George the Dragon Slayer....
It is most baffling, noble sir.... Though clearly we suffer as we have not suffered since the Black Death overtook our humble port, yet the sacred blood bubbled and ran as if to proclaim blessings to come.... It gives our poor beleaguered faithful of Napoli some hope to cling to in these darkest of times, to be sure.... But I cannot for the life of me see what good we have to look forward to.... |