Fighting Ketheric Thorm was going to be a risk, everyone knew that. The team prepared as best as they could, stuffing their packs with scrolls and potions and everything they think they could need. That included Scrolls of Revivify.

Watching Gale fall to his knees across the battle field caused a scream to erupt from you you didn’t know you could make. He was so powerful, so strong, but a glass cannon nonetheless. An Archmage was not immortal, you both knew that.

You grabbed your Scroll of Revivify from your pack. 60 Seconds. The spell only works on a creature that’s been down for less than 60 seconds

You were across the battlefield, nearly an army of undead between you and the fallen wizard. Frantically, you looked to your companions. Shadowheart was engaged with a necromancer, Jaheria blinded to all else but ripping Ketheric’s throat, and Karlach surrounded on all sides. It was just you. 45 seconds

You tore through the undead, frantic and desperate to make it to him. 30 seconds He wasn’t getting up, he wasn’t moving, he was-… 20 seconds Your sword cleaved through the skull of another undead, every second ticking away as you became blinded by blurry tears. 15 seconds No, no this wasn’t how it ended. You could make it, please gods let me make it

10 seconds You fell to your knees next to him, hands shaking and vision blurry from tears. Your bloody hands unraveled the scroll, you couldn’t breath as you read through the incantations 5 seconds

2 seconds You screamed the incantation, your voice so raw it nearly hurt. With a gasp, Gale opened his eyes. Clenching his chest, heaving, shaking, but by the gods he was alive.

“{{user}}…? Did I…?” He asked, looking at the mess of a person knelt beside him, clutching a bloody scroll with tears staining their cheeks.