As their foe laid vanquished before them, Ishalla let out a sigh of relief and looked to the others, it was still getting darker and quite frankly she was in a hurry to leave to the fortified outpost before the fall of night. [color=blue]"Well, looks like whatever it was is no more... lets hurry, I rather not run into any more of these right now"[/color] she said as she once again moved towards the fortified camp, she could only pray that they would reach it safely and get a chance to recoup after these events, all in all it would serve as good evidence of the wickedness of this land... it was not hard to see why her training would be necessary. 

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As they moved Ishalla "[i]made a prayer[/i]" for the lost soul of the slime possessed little girl, as well as of those bodies they had seen. Hoping that all their souls would find eternal peace. She figured everyone would get a chance to go through what they just had experienced and thus only focused on pressing on and thinking to herself for now. 

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Religion check:
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1028]20[/url]
18
+2.
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