With 1 final attack, the bandit cut a sizable gash across the area between Jacoby's chest and stomach, laying the warlock low. Jacoby fell onto his back, his sword slipping from his grasp and his orb rolling from his hand as he landed. The eye in Jacoby's orb began to dart about in a frantic manner as the battle continued around it. Eventually the eye came to rest on Jacoby's latest wound, which it then began to stare at intently while emitting a sound similar to what someone would hear when running a finger around the rim of a wine glass. Under the gaze of the eye in the orb, the wound slowly began to knit itself back together.

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Death Save: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/6650]12[/url]
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