Stay down or try to get in a slightly better position like leaning against a tree if its too hard to perform medical aid on myself while lying down.Yell for help.
((Gods I hope that they dident just die...evacuated perhaps? If they are dead Ozark let me hold onto the fools hope for a little bit longer...))
"G-Get it together Noir y-you can do t-this your a d-demi god this is NOTHING!"
You squirm around, but can't get yourself upright. Your vision dims and you feel light headed.
Rest, Heal, My teammates will get me to Omega for medical assistance. I've done enough. Just rest and stay alive.
It is over? Relax.
You two sleep off a particularly exhausting evening. Dar awakens this turn, weary, but functional. Aylia remains quite out. Dar, you feel a certain disorientation, as if you were looking into a pond, seeing the fish below, and the forest all around reflected in the pond. Only it's the forest and the desert.
"Now to figure out how to work this thing. Any of you guys have any idea how the magic of this thing works? I mean, there's always the classic..."
Barring any better ideas like using my brand to rig up the teleport to work right with the help of the more sorcerously-inclined fey, just stand in the fairy ferry ring and turn three times. Maybe see if some of these guys wanna come with me and be in the Legion of Doom as well. There's definitely worse ways to make a living.
"There is no place like the penal colony, there is no place like the penal colony, there is no place like the penal colony!"
You, the mice, a pixie, and two monkey people do the fairy dance and find yourselves in the ring at Omega that you left from. No one is there to welcome you, so after a while, you begin to lead the little band toward the canyon. You're not sure if the others wanted to volunteer as Omegas, or just get out of dodge, but they are here now.
Go for it.
You attempt ... something. But whatever it is you were trying, smoke begins to leak out fo something. eww. Your little vineguy recoils a bit at the smoke, then begins stuffing more mud into places it doesn't really belong.
((Will respond tomorrow. I just got home after a ~12 hour plane ride and am really tired, I don't trust myself to not make Ebony be stupid, whatever that sound is))
Whatever that sound was, it squealed a littel just now, as if machinerry were trying to come to life, but failed. You begin to detect a rather bitter smell.
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