Galen made his way to the exit, and stopped upon seeing the overgrown turtle and the one that talked like some kind of nobleman. They appeared to be attempting to attack one of the grotesque dogs that were standing over some corpse in the middle of the square. He wasn't that fond of snooty, but the turtle had guts, and looked to be heading that way, too. Even the big guy was over towards the dogs by now. Heck, if they were that intent on hitting the things, who was Galen to not help. A few more words and gestures and out of Galen's hand shot a bolt of arcane fire. It struck one of the dogs, the one with the arrows in it, and the thing collapsed to the ground, dead and on fire. He was quite pleased to have landed such a clean shot from his magic, and even took a moment to quietly congratulate himself.


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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/5422]9[/url] fire damage.
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