The dark mage stepped forth from a portal and looked around, glasses perched on the tip of his nose and a giant book in his hands. He frowned lightly as he saw everyone lying there and then sat down, reading from the book once more as he awaited him or her to reawaken. Groaning faintly, Athiator stirs, and slowly rises into a sitting position, holding his head and muttering about loosing his other self.

Looking around he can see no sign of the evil, and he chuckles.

'That's all hmmm? Just drain every single one of us? No one even died, that's no challenge at all really.'

The elf then collapses in a fit of hysterical laughter.

Starry has been sitting for some time, eyes closed, and palms facing each other some distance apart. She looks death pale. The only sign of life a tiny fluttering of her eyelids, and the formation of a rainbow ball of light between her hands. Starry's eyes open, and she gently blows the ball towards the crystal. Slowly it floats before pausing above and melting like ice cream over the crystal. Fantus and George sit either side of Starry, and the 3 begin to chant a low mantra.

Spookychicky does not stir...her breathing can't even be detected...is this the end of the spooky one?

He walked up and down the aisle of beds, looking at each person as they slept. The servants had brought all in and Raistlin had personally attended to each of them. With a light sigh, he looked at Abraxas and shook his head slowly.
"The spell was in a book down in the Library old friend. Had you of just waited for a little longer I would have had it in time. Now, each of you lay there like death itself. No matter, I shall wait. My mission is not yet done."
Raist turned from the sleeping form of the Lord of the castle and walked down the aisle again, looking at the floor. One of the servants walked up to him and told him that he should sleep sometime soon or else he would end up in one of the beds with the others but he just shooed them away. The dark magi sat down in an old, worn wooden chair at the end of the row of beds and picked up the spell book once more, reading from it.

The elven mage wanders into the room where his allies lie, and ponders their condition.

Walking around the room, he casts spells on each of them, to give them strength, and hopefully speed their recovery.

Momster administers with her healing powers and prays to the merciful God to help her friends and allies!

Spooky's eyelids flutter for a second...and her breathing becomes apparent.