Da3ggman
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Being healed to decent health from the variety of healing magic, potions, and his own minor natural regeneration, Dakath was finally able to fully get off the ground. He stretched his joints and cracked his back, before picking up his bow that fell on the ground next to him.
The weapon was the pride of his people, passed down from generation to generation; it was more than sturdy enough to survive a fall.
“Ahh, that’s much better. Thanks for all the help, guys! I’m beginning to like this group already!”
The weapon was the pride of his people, passed down from generation to generation; it was more than sturdy enough to survive a fall.
“Ahh, that’s much better. Thanks for all the help, guys! I’m beginning to like this group already!”