Chaotic quickly recovers from his odd spasms. He would appear to be in considerable discomfort, however.
Patham calls his thaumechanical familiar closer, asking it to run a simple medical diagnosis program. It prowls around him for a moment, then informs him of various sprains, severe bruising, first and second degree burns in several places, and four broken ribs. There would also appear to be some form of arcane malaise, likely the result of using too much power in too little time without practice or preparation. In doing so, the thing expends a small quantity of arcane energy, bringing the Geothaum another step closer to its current baseline.
The Plant's numerous buds abruptly burst into strangely beautiful, alien flowers, no two the same, every warped petal oriented to take advantage of some light source. Fruit or seed pods of some sort begin gradually swelling beneath the flowers.
The falling night is beginning to darken at last when the second group from the fortress marches through the sentries' cordon, lead by His Lordship in person.
While His Lordship brought his usual entourage of some fifteen Personal Guards, the majority of the group is Serfs, hauling a considerable quantity of supplies, tools, and the like. They even brought a pair of the burly, wide-eyed tunnel goats, each hauling an improbable pile of boxes and bags.
His Lordship approaches Murdoc, who remains by the tent which shelters the Priest. Both dwarves are flanked by their officers, loyal soldiers from the heart-peaks for one, stalwart settlers of the fringe hills for the other.
"Mayor... I would not usually condone taking in goblins, especially in times of such danger to the fortress."
Elagn's group has finished their walk up the stairs. As something of a relief, nothing visible from the head of the stairs has collapsed. Of course, there are no dwarves in view of the head of the stairs, and the air is unusually thick with dust and smoke.
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