Looking at the giant tooth in his small hand Xolek-Zi gives a small grin before picking up his club from the ground and securing it back onto his waist and then doing the same with his blowpipe. With the battle over the Oracle removes his headdress and puts it back into the large reptilian hide pouch and looks around for his pipe. Finding his Pipe a few meters away from him he picks it up and looks it over, no damage and a sigh of relief. He cleans it a bit and then packs it once again full of plant material and with a spark of flint begins to puff in the new herb which offered a calming relief. Pipe in mouth he looks around and realizes he is further than he thought and runs back to the camp.
Once reaching the camp Xolek-Zi surveys what was once a lively and secure camp. Buildings, weapons, food, camp fire, bodies...everywhere. Blood from both Lizardmen and beast alike soaking the ground, the moon shining bright above as if the souls of the deceased were looking down upon those who survived. All around him he sees skinks scurrying everywhere, the few Saurus calling out to make sure the area was indeed secure, he however did not see the Kroxigor that saved his life. Xo, the name that a lost companion from his wide travels - an amazon oddly enough - called him, began to look around him for anyone who needed help and began to channel the winds of magic while doing so to allow him the power to heal wounds if he were to find any.
Hearing the now frantic calls of a wounded skink, Xo turns north and notices a broken body laying in a large footprint that was filled now with mud and blood, a single crippled hand in the air. Channeling magic and making his way to the skink [Im assuming I can move and channel at the same time?] Xo takes in another large inhale of smoke, the herb numbing his own scratches. Upon reaching the skink the first thing he notices that one of his legs has been ripped off, the skink screaming reaches out for Xo, his bloodied hands touching the oracles face, making war paint like lines down his cheeks. Taking his pipe Xo puts it into the skinks mouth and tells him to breath in deep, allowing the numbing effect of the herb to run through the skinks body. Looking around he sees the Skinks leg about 20 yards away, he runs towards it and grabs it and brings it back to the skink. He looks both at the leg and the skink, back and forth...until finally saying, "Yep, that's his leg alright" in what sounded like bird chirps and clicks of the tongue
looking around across the camp Xo looks for a priest with greater healing ability, questioning his own on another with such a great wound. knowing that this unlucky skink wont make it if he does not have life magic healing done soon the Skink calls out...
[I am assuming Channeling magic does not take a magic point]
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- Yea Xolek-zi has no more magic points left now until he ethier rests/this combat finishes or someone/him channels magic. ]
, you guys are a deadly team]
, + The Quetzl Grass tea probably made him think he was invincible and that he could take on anything 
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