Myr's Sword (Surraruthru)

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh shrugs. "If you like!"

[Anastasia]

"I can take care of it," Kascha says, "That's what Mystra made wishes for, for when wizards guess wrong."

[Anastasia]

From here you get everyone out and out. Kascha sets the building ablaze while everyone escapes out, back to Aurora. It's so much brighter here, Water's flow refreshing after a short sojourn in Hades. Soldiers come to help the dwarves.

"Should we investigate the survivors now or wait until after we finish our journey?" Ebony asks. "Which is our priority?"

[Yuthirin]

"We can probably help with any mental healing, but it may take a while. Brain surgery is an exact science, y'know." Calleigh says.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surrarthru grunts.

"I'm reluctant to admit it, but the survivors should probably take priority. Stabilize the dwarves, then we'll continue."

[Anastasia]

Getting them all to the infirmary is easy enough. Balyss ends up overseeing them and keeps a close watch. After some spells and checks, "Physically they're as good as can be expected," she explains, "From what you told me, I suspect they've been frequently healed using magic. Mentally I can only pray Selune helps them." The Lunatic pats one bed where a dwarf rests, fast asleep. "I won't really know how deep the damage runs until I can talk to them. A few simple divinations suggest they're deeply traumatized. Fortunately, dwarves are hardy mentally as well as physically, so I have hopes they'll recover and can tell us more."

"Would music help? Songs of glory and victory over life's trials fortify many a soul." Ebony asks, taking out her harp.

"It shouldn't hurt at the very least," Balyss concurs, "Surraruthru, Calleigh, will you be staying for them to awaken?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"There's not much I can do with the spells I have memorized, nor am I well versed in healing. I'd likely end up simply sitting off to the side. Instead, I may check in on the Hydras and prepare more spells."

[Anastasia]

"Very well. Calleigh?" Balyss asks.

[Yuthirin]

"BRAIN SURGERY!" Large grin.

[Anastasia]

"Brain surgery." Balyss doesn't say it like a question, just a simple statement as she look at you. "How and why?"

[Yuthirin]

"Psionics and why not?"

[Anastasia]

Balyss ever so gently exhales, a pause where she says nothing. Then, "I presume this will help them somehow?"

[Yuthirin]

"Well, it helped Rosa deal with the thing she got infected with by Lixer. So maybe?"

[Anastasia]

"Alright then," Balyss says, stepping back.

What'cha trying, Tryll?

[Yuthirin]

Psychic Chirurgery!