Where exactly is your wound? In post 56 it's your shoulder, but in number 58, it's your arm. I you could let me know, I'll amend this if need be.
Also, I don't have a problem with Authoron being a powerful undead demon, and having abilities to match, but you do make a good point about him possibly being a bit overpowered. I don't mean this as a bad thing, but this seems like El Chicken's first time in an RP thread. But hey, we all had to start somewhere, and as long as he doesn't do anything massive without checking with others first, I trust him to keep himself in check.
Also, I don't have a problem with Authoron being a powerful undead demon, and having abilities to match, but you do make a good point about him possibly being a bit overpowered. I don't mean this as a bad thing, but this seems like El Chicken's first time in an RP thread. But hey, we all had to start somewhere, and as long as he doesn't do anything massive without checking with others first, I trust him to keep himself in check.
He barely even noticed the goblins retreating, nor the armour-clad warrior steal another horse. Later he would remember these things with surprising clarity, but at this moment, all he could see were the hopes and dreams of his village destroyed a second time. He had not cried when the world had ended, nor when he was perforated by an arrow during his travels and had been forced to tear the thing out with nothing to dull the pain. He hadn't shed a single tear in years. But now, with everything he had gone, all of the village's efforts wasted and the weeks of pain and suffering finally coming to a head, he fell to his knees and wept.
He stayed there for several minutes, the fire casting a dark shadow over him, until a desperate call of 'A Healer! We need a healer!' reached him. His face red with tears, he tore himself from his state and headed over to where a small group of people had gathered. As he approached, he wiped the tears from his eyes, but made no effort to conceal his condition.
Krolk saw him first, and motioned for the others to let him through. As Kris made his way through, he saw the Gnoll holding the unconscious Thekt in his arms. Looking up, Krolk had a curious look on his face.
'You are a healer?' he asked, a disbelieving tone in his voice.
Kris didn't respond. Instead, he knelt besides the half dwarf, half orc and placed his hand over the wound in his shoulder. He closed his eyes and began reciting one of the few curative spells he had learnt on his travels. The words sounded strange and foreign coming from him, but as the group watched, the wound seemed to heal itself beneath Kris' hand.
As he finished the incantation, Kris opened his eyes briefly and watched as the creature beneath him opened his. He gave a small smile. Kris smiled back briefly before collapsing. He had never had to heal a wound as grave as this, and he was unsure whether he would recover or not. But he hoped he would. Despite everything that had happened, he had two scores to settle, and if it was in his power, he would not leave this earth until they had been paid in full.