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Crescenda can't quite catch the little pot of lard as it falls to the ground, though it fortunately doesn't break when it hits the floor. Gwen whacks the cleric with her sword, dealing a solid blow to his arm. Camlann's swing glances off his armor. Celuna misses. Wilwick swings and connects with his shin. Grimaces and swings wildly at Wilwick with his mace. Connecting with Wilwick's chest, he deals 5 Damage. He cackles in maniacal glee at the chance to hurt a cleric of a goodly god.
Crescenda can't quite catch the little pot of lard as it falls to the ground, though it fortunately doesn't break when it hits the floor. Gwen whacks the cleric with her sword, dealing a solid blow to his arm. Camlann's swing glances off his armor. Celuna misses. Wilwick swings and connects with his shin. Grimaces and swings wildly at Wilwick with his mace...
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