Another D8
Man. Do I get busy.
You deal an additional 8 damage (lucky!) to the Ogre. It appears to be very much on it's last legs.
The basilisk finally reaches you, either because it believes that the Ogre has properly softened you up, or that it won't be around much longer to distract you. Either way, it bites at you, closing its zipper on your sensitive torso for 15 damage (not lucky!). You are now bloodied.
The Ogre swings a mighty blade at you, which you sidestep despite your injury. Unless it gets extremely lucky, or you get very distracted, you are less than worried about being hit by that brute.
You have 25 hit points.
"ThiS LAnd iS prETTY dEaD. i doN'T SEe muCH. JusT moRE deAd LAnD." Steve tapped Alex on the arm to let him know that he can put him down. "ThanKS FoR liFtINg mE uP."
RL: "Well..... shit. I guess we could just go explore until we find something, then...."
"DID WE EVER FIND OUT WHAT THE DERSITES ARE DOING THIS TO THE TREES FOR? THERE MUST BE A REASON. IF THEY JUST WANTED TO CAUSE ENVIRONMENTAL DEVASTATION, THEY'D JUST CLEAR-CUT, WOULDN'T THEY?"
"IF WE WANT TO AVOID THEM, WE SHOULD PROBABLY STICK TO AREAS THAT HAVE ALREADY BEEN HIT. ALL THESE DEAD TREES ARE WORTHLESS TO DERSE, SO THEY WON'T BE HERE... RIGHT?"
"So who wants to come? Does anyone wanna get anyth!ng to br!ng w!th them before leav!ng? Because !f not, then we're all set."
The group of salamanders who decided to go to the factory with Emily and Mimi quickly converse among themselves, and wander off. They return in short order, each carrying a wide, shallow basket.