[color:"00cccc"] The hoarde of undead had distracted me. I fired a few shots over the wall and watched satisfied as a few skeletons' heads exploded. There were so many of them... Then suddenly, as if the sun had risen anew, the land before my eyes was bathed in holy light. A wonderous sight to behold. The undead crumbled to dust beneath it. Their withered corpses returning from where they had risen. I heard a chorus of peirceing shrieks, looking over I was astounded to see the demons returning to their own twisted dimentions. In the centre of it all there was Nero, looking pained but relieved. He was himself again.
"WOOOOMMMMMBBBLLLEEE!" Jurak hollered at me.
"What now?" I sighed and went back to the inn.
There was a new guest, his name was Virgo or something. He was having difficulty speaking due to the severity of his wounds.
"Willow! Help this man!" I called urgently. She came over, looking slightly weary from casting such a powerful spell. Still concious though, which was an improvement. Having the child seemed to give her strength. She was more radiant.
She bent down and touched Virgo's weakened body. Light passed from her hands to his wounds, creeping over them, glimmering and closing them to give renewed flesh.
"There!" She said, almost surprised at herself, "good as new!"
"Tell us of yourself, Virgo." I said, "so we can make sure you're not a bloody spy....."[/color]
