Role

Chapter 3

Two days later Thurk came to, surrounded by priests poking and prodding at
him. His lame leg had been bandaged and from the look of it a considerable
amount of healing prayers had been applied to it. Oddly enough the berserker
he had been tending to sat by his bed, and he looked remarkably well off far
a dwarf that was recently having his guts shoved back into his stomach.Yer
stubborn bastard, yer saved us both! A meek smile is all Thurk could muster
before he passed out again.Thurk came to again, several days later and found
himself much farther along than his last two waking moments. The priests had
finished tending over him, the berserker had gone on to the next battle. Just
one old dwarf remained behind, puffin his pipe and watching over Thurk.
According to the old dwarf, Thurk accomplished a minor miracle down in the
tunnels. During the brutal assault, when Thurk let out the scream he also
communed an extreme amount of healing that instantly the berserker. So great
was his prayer that berserker was able to withstand a heated battle with
numerous foes, taking debilitating blows without even a scratch. The
berserker extinguished any immediate threats and dragged Thurk back to
safety.The interest from the priests came from Thurks sudden ability to
commune and mend the berserker at a level that even the most prolific healers
in Mortorn would not have believed possible.