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[hr][@Cu Chulainn][@Crusader Lord][@Rune_Alchemist]

As Malphas accepted the bow, Donovan felt a small twinge of guilt. The lad's overwhelming confidence had retreated into a sullen pout.  He hadn't meant to come off to the boy so harshly-- but this wasn't time nor place to start acting all buddy-buddy. They really needed to get out of this place before whatever was patrolling the grounds had a chance to find them.  Turning to Leannah, Donovan accepted the shield and warhammer with a thankful nod,  [color=lightgreen]"Thanks lass."[/color] 

As he strapped the shield to his arm, and stuck the warhammer through his beltloop, the catgirl took the opportunity to once again call out to the person she claimed was on the third floor.  Whether the last person was just shy, or hesitant over the sudden bout of violence that had happened-- Donovan wasn't keen on waiting for a response, they didn't have that kind of time. By the time Leannah had asked once again for the large man's aid, he'd already had his middle finger and thumb in his mouth.  [color=lightgreen]"Alreddeh on et lass."[/color] 

Though the old timer hadn't the slightest clue about how he might 'activate' his divine blessing, he definitely knew how to get someone's attention. An unfamiliar tingle ran through his hand as the countless memories of whistling to call the kids in for lunch ran through his head on instinct. Without a second thought, he blew.

A sharp, barely audible whistle cut through the silence as magical distortions took shape in the air around the trio. In an instant, a phantasmal contingent of no less than twenty humanoids manifested about the room. It took a moment of stunned silence for Donovan to realize that his little impromtu idea had actually worked.  [color=lightgreen]"Aright lads!"[/color] he spoke commandingly, shaking himslef from his stupor,  [color=lightgreen]"Here's tha plan-- we're gonna take evreh scap o' wood we can scavenge in this wreck n' make a right n' sturdeh ramp up to tha third floor... But be quiet about et!"[/color] 

Without hesitation the ghastly contingent pulled hammers and prybars from thin air and went to work on their task.  With a supernatural steadiness the figures began to pull apart the the various shelves and other furniture before handing the scavenged wood and nails to the group of hammer wielding apparitions. The ramp's construction was slow and methodical, placed atop a bed of old, illegible paper to muffle the noise. Paper that wasn't being used as cushioning, was being used like rags by the hammer wielders; their phantasmal hands wrapping the bundles tightly around the nails as they slowly but surely worked the metal into the wood.

Even with the help of Don's blessing, it was clear that the process was going to take some time.