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Neb was awakened by a stinging pain in his left arm as someone examined the wound left by the mind flayer's attack, he heard a voice, "Hmmmm..... Seems pretty bad, what's caused this?" "Vorpal weapon," said another voice, "He's lucky to still have his arm, I think we might have to use a Regeneration prayer to save it, and a full Heal if we want him to recover before some time next year, he'll still be weak though." Once again, Neb willed himself to see and saw two clerics standing over him, the first one spoke again, "Shame that we can't do anything about his vision though, some part of his brain has been fried, we'd need a psionic to help him with that, but for now, let us do what we can." The hairs on the back of Neb's neck stood up as the clerics chanted and the air was filled with clerical magic, a heavy pain surged up through his left arm as the bone realigned it self and the flesh grew whole once again, a wave of healing energy then washed across his body, closing wounds and purging the final remnants of the poison from his body, leaving him with nothing except for a great exhaustion and a feeling that 25 angry dwarves had been busy hammering on his body with maces and flails.
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