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[Amperzand]

[Which is not to say it's going to work...]

[Gwolfski]

 

[TheBiggerFish]

[Gwolfski]

 

[Amperzand]

[I disapprove this emoticon spam.  ]

[In all seriousness though, Fish need not worry about my going easy on people tech-wise.]

[Also, Fish. You do remember you have a concussion and several broken ribs, right? You've recovered enough to move around and fight, but you won't actually be healed for a while.]

[Provided Murdoc doesn't post soon, I'll update without his action.]

[TheBiggerFish]

((Oh joy.))
... Well, then, medical attention it is.

[Chevaleresse]

>"We chased someone we thought was an infiltrator into the caverns. Turns out we were right. . . to a degree. Something happened down there. I'm still not entirely sure what."

"Are there any other survivors? If so, can we gather them here for the time being?"

I'll start assessing what needs to be done to repair any damage done to the structures and such, and get the necessary orders given out. If we're reasonably sure we've gotten all the survivors gathered, seal the entrance to the fort if the mechanisms to do so are intact.

[Amperzand]

The burnt sniper from before, his hands now bandaged, offers his opinion while loading a rifle he found somewhere;

"Looks like this's it fer th' livin', might wan'ta check th'bodies again. If y'want em' safe, this's 'bout's good as't gets. Nae s'much smoke, sunshine fer th' Tall Folks, an' th'wall's still up to shield em'."

Lord Porky and Gwolf the Budding Engineer engage in hilarious drunken discussions of mechanics and armament, coming up with many glorious ideas for the improvement of the Mountainhome, sure to hold scrutiny once the haze of toxins fades.

The Stranger, still yet to introduce himself, collects sprigs of Blood Thorn and, a moment later, Black Cap for study, then turns back to the light and the long staircase, Magus Patham walking beside, despite increasingly painful injuries.

As they pass the resting Skalewyrm, the thing shifts a little, momentarily exposing part of its surface. The great deformation from the stalagmite that impaled it, once a torso-twisting crater, has healed to little more than a circular patch of roughened steel. Whatever animates the thing, it has great strength, and regardless of its current good behavior, no little habit of ruin.

[TheBiggerFish]

... Well, then, medical attention it is.  If the medics are done with it, reclaim the Canteen.

[Amperzand]

[You and The Stranger are down 400 stairs from the medical staff, that'll take you a little time, hence my mentioning that you both headed for the stairs. And don't worry, you can just assume that happens once fasttime starts again. Mostly I was pointing out that, with such major injuries, acting injured in your posts is good.]

[TheBiggerFish]

"Ow."

[Dustan Hache]

"Ow? Ow, you bumbling technological freak? Ow you disgusting putz of tvtropes spam?!?"
"You hurt? I'd be happy to lend a hand to you, if you need it.."

[TheBiggerFish]

"Well, I appear to have serious wounds, so... I wouldn't mind."

[Chevaleresse]

>Grab a spare guard or two and check on the rest of the fort. Something might have slipped in during whatever chaos ensued earlier.

Also, try and get some burial crews going before I leave.

[Dustan Hache]

The stranger would sarcasticly clap for the technomancer, before actually helping the poor sod as best he can.