[DragonMage]

Originally posted by Neb: The three left the town and entered the forest, after about an hour of walking, with Neb complaining every inch of the way because his robe got tangled in the bushes or snagged on branches, the trees began to thin out, DM pointed forwards and said, "The grove is just up ahead, we should reach it in less than half an hour, Neb looked considerably pleased at the prospect of a place to rest and smiled, he looked towards DM to say something, but his eyes locked on to something on the other side of her and his eyes widened in shock, he shoved her aside and leapt forward, closing his hand on something. Dm was shoved into Hiram who cursed loudly and was about to beat Neb to death for shoving DM before he saw what Neb was holding, an arrow, Neb dropped the arrow and said calmly, "Get behind me." Hiram and DM obeyed and moved to stand behind Neb. The twang of a bowstring was heard and an arrow flew towards the trio, Neb swatted this one aside with the flat of his hand, more twaning bowstrings could be heard and a swarm of arrows headed towards them, DM and Hiram were unscathed by the onslaught of arrows since Neb batted most of them away or caught them, if not with his hand, then with either his body or his robe.

Recovering her footing with Hiram's help, the Dragon Mage summons a Shield of Repelling which travels with the company to the enchanted grove. Hiram assists Neb who is starting to suffer from his wounds.

Upon reaching the protected grove, Breanna releases the shield spell and prepares an infusion to give Neb. "Here, sorcerer. This will numb the pain and put you to sleep." Soon, the herbs start to take affect and Neb lapses into unconciousness. "Hiram, will you remove those arrows, please, while I get a healing salve ready?" "Of course, my Lady." Hiram works the arrows out as well as he can and Breanna applies the salve. "That will heal the worst of it, but it will take some time and that one in his leg will leave a scar. Fortunately, we need rest anyway, so let's make a bit of camp while we wait for the herbs to wear off of Neb."...

OOC: Okey dokey, Hiram, I believe that makes is 'your' turn.