The Shadow of Evermore's Soul, wandering somewhere between life and death, feels encouraged and fights with renewed vigor!
Shadow and The Purple Stranger roll initiative (6, 2) and Shadow gets the advantage! But his limbs just aren't working right (1d6+1=2) and he cannot coordinate an effective attack. The Stranger (1d6+1=4) has no better luck against the gelatinous Shadow.
Breath of New Moon pauses, then leaving Whitman to go off on his own she goes over to Fated to check on his condition as well. She'll help him into the Roverzoid if he wants (and if there is room inside and if it sticks around long enough ;D), entering herself too.
Fated to Die is able to stand and walk unassisted, nothing too strenuous though. He'll need a good night's sleep at least to heal back up to 1hp.
The B'yakhee is alive, too. It's in bad shape, though--missing an arm now in addition to the wing, and covered in slime--somewhere in negative hit point territory. Whitman is folding its lanky, triple-jointed limbs into the Roverzoid (if anyone wants to give him a hand he'd appreciate it) next to Shadow.
Supervisor Whitman shakes his head in the negative at Breath's motion to ride shotgun inside the trapezoidal rover. "No waking mind can withstand the cryonic mists; the hallucinations would drive you mad! It is a good thing your friend Shadow is knocked completely senseless... The Roverzoid is to be used as last resort (alas that it arrived too late to save our Pastor!)"
Meanwhile in the Dreamland... (Shadow's adventures continue in Chapter 9!)
Last Edit: Nov 16, 2011 15:29:05 GMT -6 by mushgnome
Whitman continues: "I am grateful for your help defeating the squishys and rescuing the b'yahkee. Will you stay here tonight? You can rest safe in our bunker; we have showers, cots, bandages, food, water, maybe a little bit of wine? We cannot awaken the Mountain God in the middle of the night, all bloodied and covered in slime, and ask Him to perform two life-saving miracles! Our friends will keep on ice until morning, then we will visit the Shrine together and ask for His healing energies."
An unexpected gurgle reminds you of a loose end... "Ugh, we forgot about these foam-covered squishies. Looks like 10 of them. We can't leave them like that; the foam will dissolve in a few hours. Any ideas?"