Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20160630223627/@comment-29559990-20160715140354

The hooded orc knelt down by the side of Elinnel and clasped her hands together, almost as if she were about to pray. She said some words that no one could understand. Athorian figured it was some old language.

She stretched he arms out, and a bright yellow aura engulfed they dying elf. This chant got noticably louder as the orc put her spell into action. From where Athorian was sitting. He could see the wound in her stomach begin to mend. Skin stretched out to reconnenct, the bleeding stopped. It looked as if the stabbing had never occured.

"She lives. The orc announced. "She is still unconcious, but she will live."

Athorian slid over to Elinnels side after the orc had gotten up. He checked for her pulse, and it was there. He listened for heartbeat, and it was there. He chest rose and fell slowly, meaning she was breathing.

He wasn't sure how it happened, but that didn't matter. What was important that Elinnel was still there with him. Tears almost fell from his eyes in happiness and relief as he wrapped his hands tightly around her for a hug.

"Thank you..." He whispered in a shaky tone to the orc.