Bother. Keep trying?
Sure, why not? (1) oh. (1) oh. (5) whew. You try again, and again are swept immediately off course, only this time, you are tossed like a video game controller when, after a series of improbable gymnastics puts you right next to the goal, only for you to fall off the side because of a level one monster bumping your knee, sending you straight to hell, or worse - the start of the level. You bounce and careen off of pretty much everything in the forest for a mile and a half before coming to rest in mud covered by three inches of water and algae. disoriented, screen cracked, you lay in the mud, and your hat friend twists his little roots into the mud and into the cracks on your carapace. this action silences one or two warning icons. Well, of the four of you that have at some point managed to make it to the exit, none of you are now there.
(the rolls were weather, dodge, durability, for the curious)
((note @ bent the wrong way: cat spinal cords are highly flexible.))
Wake Up
You awaken and immediately howl in agony. Ice spikes out from you, forming a protective, and pointy barrier. You snarl and gnash, claws extended. your eye catches movement near your head and you snap at it instinctively. this movement sends agony through your wing, your back and side, your limbs, your head. it extends the spikes of ice another three inches as well. ((I've taken that into account))
Dar'yajira rushes over to the frozen body, quickly sniffing at it. "Shifter? Shifter, speak! No, no, do not! Can Halfdragon..." He turns to look at Noir, eyes wide with terror, and only then seems to notice her state "Halfdragon?".
The small cat pauses there for several seconds, visibly shaking. He shakes his head slightly, trying to calm himself down somewhat, and then resumes speaking "Halfdragon, return to mushrooms! Go inside, is safety and healing! Cat will try save Shifter!"
WELP. I dunno what happened with Dar's Dex/Str buff he cast awhile ago, but now he's just gonna try to dump as much into strength as possible. Possibly to the point of overstressing himself. He's gonna try to drag Aylia back to the mushroom circle, and won't be stopping even if her cold starts freezing him or something.
They expired. a double buff is tiring, remember? You approach your massive, wounded companion and friend, only to leap up, back, and over almost instantly as she begins thrashing. hackles raised , you watch her writhe in agony, howl, snap at nothing, and whimper. Gonna be a tricky patient. this happened before you cast your strength buff
"D-Dar I'm g-gonna try and slow her bleeding okay? I won't use my powers i-I just need to slow the bleeding as much as I can or Like try and fix... Something..."
Try and perform some kind of first aid or at the very least slow bleeding and make things easier for Aylia..
Noir talks into the commstone.
"A-Aylia needs help requesting assistance...."
Good choice, as your healing magic is drained at the moment. Unfortunately ... Yo uare in very close when she starts thrashing, and are impaled by several of her ice spikes, as well as clobbered by her less damaged foreleg. you are thrown back into a bush, and lay broken as well, slowly bleeding out. You're durable, so, not dead, but you are hurting pretty badly, for sure.
I honestly did not expect this. Three of you are dying. I did not expect this at all. Well, the Eye isn't quite dying. But he's still in pretty bad shape.
If they were guests they would understand, Ebony reasoned to herself through the fear. These must be something else. And she wasn't using the big no-no that was fire, it was ice. It'd be fine, and she'd have a reasonable explanation.
Freeze spell. Continue backing away if possible.
((Ebony might be a logical person but... PTSD is a serious thing. If people have other suggestions I could likely come up with reasons for her to not do this.))
You raise your hands, and chant, making all the gestures, finishing with a strong downward sweep with both hands, at which point, the air around you grows noticeably colder. THe mudmounts stop instantly in their tracks and take on a glossy sheen. the water nearby hardens and crackles, bulging out at the edges where the ice expands. All the vegetation within twenty feet of the mudcreatures stands rigid, slightly sparkling in the light. You pat yourself down, checking for frostbite or clawmarks, or soil. Well, aside for mteh mud from when you fell, you seem fine. Guess that takes care of that.
"And the crowd goes wild!"
Continue providing my best and most amusing guesses as to what's happening over on the battlefield.
Also, any of these guys know how to get out of here after the fun's died down? It's probably a good time to start thinking about an afterparty.
A small, squeaky voice volunteers to take yo uto your starting place. "We remember the way quite well." they say from somewhere down and to your left.
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