Genthok found himself being tended to by Lilliana who was kind enough to assist the Goliath with his mostly sub dermal or self-inflicted wounds. She was quick to scold him on being careless before moving on. He didn’t take too much damage after all, his raging helped make sure of that. The large shaman found himself out in the field meditating as some other soldiers pulled the spears from the ground. His large furry companion was laying down across from him both resting and assisting the shaman as a point to concentrate on. A totem if you will.

The half Orc knew he didn’t have very much time to rest but wouldn’t waste any time with his purpose here either. He did have a job to do after all, other than regain his energy from the last fight. As he sat there in the field, his hands were clutched around a bowl with some burning herbs inside it. The slow burn of the plants would smell sweet and pleasing to the others around him while the smoke curved and curled around his head and body.

Slowly a slow rhythmic thump like that of a faint heartbeat could be heard near him. Slow pulses of visible light and energy began to accumulate under the large bear, whose ritual markings also began to glow a faint bluish green, before jutting through the ground to the meditating shaman. The Goliath’s dull Grey eyes began to glow ever so slightly as he opened them, but he seemed to be in a trance of sorts. After a few more moments, this blue light that seemed to flow into his very veins began to seep into the surrounding earth.

With every heartbeat from the Goliath, this light slowly creeped from him. These thin veins of blue and white magic continued to grow and spread. Crisscrossing each other and purifying the land of the dark magic and corruption that tainted its soil just moments before. The energy the bear had been gathering was that of the natural world around them and deep in the earth beneath them. Genthok was acting as a conduit, gathering and dispersing the energy and magic to purify the battle field.

This process could take him days to completely restore the area, but he knew this would do two things. For one, it would lift the uneasiness of this area and rest the souls who he could still feel around this area. The second was that it normally had a relaxing and calming effect on others in the vicinity. This was something he thought the others could benefit from, as none of them knew exactly what they would encounter inside. It could be nothing but it could also be a nightmare to some. Genthok was a shaman after all, and he was ultimately here to help.

After a few more moments the pulses began to die down and ultimately stop. The magic in the ground lingered for a few moments before being absorbed back into the earth. Slowly the shaman seemed to come back from his trance. The lingering calming effects of the purification spell still lingered but since he was using ambient mana from the earth and nature he wasn’t all that tired. But, he was a bit light-headed. The large Barbarian would continue to lie in the grassy field until called upon by his superior to continue their march into the city.

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