Loot: The Eternity Dungeon

[Smackgiver]

"Is everyone OK?  Who is injured?  Would the non-injured please establish a defensive perimeter to ensure that any threat is perceived as soon as possible? "

/Praosk tenderly gains his feet, holding his side, and attempts to regain his mental faculties/

"We need to inspect the belly of the beast... see what it's ingested.  Can someone please assist me in getting into this creature's stomach?  It may have gobbled some items of use.  Also, I suspect that that white liquid it uses for blood may provide a tactical advantage against future adversaries."

/Internal dialogue/"Geez, I hope this thing isn't a part of a mated pair".

"Willow, do you have any information from your tag that might shed some light on its mating habits?  I think we should hole up here for a spell and try to bind our wounds and tend to the injured.  Er, uh, does anyone know how to set a broken rib? "

"Star, how do your fare, sir?  Can you function?"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Ha! It'll take more than an overgrown weed to snuff out the likes of me." He says boastfully, and tries to give a thumbs up with his unoccupied hand. Tries, because what happens looks more like the last spasm of a choking fish flailing desperately for the sea, and a weak little whimper of pain ekes it way out from between Stars clenched teeth. He looks curiously at his limp arm, sets his sword into he ground, and gives it an experimental flick that elicits a flinch.

"Scratch that, my arm's broken." He says matter-of-factly. "This room is a bad room. We shouldn't be in this room.  We should leave this room."

[Smackgiver]

"Let me take a look.  If it's a major bone, I can stabilize it.  If it's a joint injury,  I'm afraid I won't be of much help."

"Does anyone have a flask or container that can hold liquid?  That plant-dragon's blood may hold some use for us."

"Willow, based on your knowledge of nature, do you think this thing has a mate that might take offense at our efforts of self-preservation?  Its lair may hold some resources we could use to our advantage, if not presently occupied by family."

"I'm thinking we should pause here and recover since our heavy hitter has a bum wing... unless we can expect more unpleasant company.  Also, I'm gonna need some bark and twine to keep my rib in place.  I think it's bruised, if not broken,"

"Star, would you be offended if we used your blade to crack open this beast?  I feel that we might benefit from what might be present in this thing's gizzard."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Yes, yes, go ahead. But can we not rest in this room? I want to go back to the water room, this room has a creepy sky."

[Smackgiver]

EDITED to clarify the sequence of tasks Praosk will attempt

"Agreed.  The water room is better than this area."

/Praosk begins to gather strands of bark and/or vines to strip and make them into wraps.  He then locates small sticks and bones to use with the wraps to form a makeshift cast for Star's arm/

@ Star - "Begging your pardon, sir, but I should assess the type of fracture you've sustained.  This will probably hurt a little... or a lot."

(I'm assuming a few things here, namely Star's consent and the accurate assessment of his injury, so feel free to correct me if i misspeak)

/Praosk gently takes Star's broken arm and starts to feel for the fracture.  Discovering a greenstick fracture across the humerus, Praosk physically re-aligns the bone and wraps the bones/sticks/vines cast around Star's upper arm to hold the broken bone in place.  Once that's done, he fashions a sling from the vines and wraps it over Star's shoulder.  He then performs a similar procedure on his ribs/

[Zaleramancer]

Name glances around nervously again. Arrows hadn't been much help against this creature, let alone more of them.

He also stared suspiciously at Praosk. Talking like someone in the brass won no points with him, even if he was making sense. Tactical perimeter my as-

Why was he going for the critter's stomach.

[Smackgiver]

/Praosk sensed a nascent kinship with the woodsman, possibly due to their shared respect of the wild/

"Friend Willow, you look pretty scratched up, but surprisingly intact for someone who just rode a beast of that size and rage.  Are you hurt?"

[Philote]

Willow rolls over from where he landed. "I've been better" he says. Holding his hand up with the info tag retied around, he continues "The tag could not pick up anything useful on the beast. I suspect it might not work on living creatures."

At this point Willow sits up and begins to bring himself to a stand. He could see that Star and possibly even Praosk were both injured more than he was and it would hurt his pride to nurse his wounds while they led the way.

"It seems that our path back is still block and while it is my opinion that we are probably safe enough to rest here, I still feel that it is best for us to leave this area and rest in the room ahead. I'm going to take a barb from the creature's tail, I need another weapon that hits harder than my staff. I suggest anyone else without a proper melee weapon does the same."

Willow walks his way over to the creatures tail and tries to pry one of the barbs free.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The Barb rips free with a sickening squelch, offering little resistance.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Star tries not to move his arm in his new cast as he retrieves the hatchet from the creatures body. "Praosk, you can keep ahold of my sword. I'm not able to swing in with only one arm. Now let's get out of here."

Star heads through the passage to the next room.

[Smackgiver]

"I shall bear it for you until you require it again. Might I also acquire your scabbard 'til you've recovered?"

/Praosk takes the sword and moves toward the downed monster/

"Friend Willow, could you assist me?  I could use your staff's leverage to pry open the more stubborn parts of this beast's innards."

/Praosk begins his dissection, starting with an incision at the base of the monster's throat, moving downward in a sawing motion toward the abdomen/

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The Monster's innards pour out of the gash in it's abdomen, flooding the nearby ground with white liquid, various foreign organs still connected by various cords and tubes and the contents of the creature's stomach. The stench is horrid and fills the air with a foul odor that could peel paint.

Carefully, Praosk picks through the putrid mush that was the beasts past meals. Most of it is half digested and unrecognizable amongst the other bits and pieces.

He is however able to find ...

a few shredded scraps of metal that had probably been armor at some point

a small satchel of 24 gold pieces that is relatively undigested

a couple of odd purple stones

and the intact skull of some unknown critter, about the size of a melon

After the search Praosk coats his weapons in the foul smelling liquid that is presumably the creature's blood.

[Smackgiver]

/Praosk gathers the purple stones, the satchel, and the critter skull and jogs to catch up with his party/

"Willow!!  Could you use your tag on some items I found?"

[Philote]

"Of course" Willow says. "I can study them all as we move to the next chamber. It might not be safe to stay in one spot for too long."

Willow helps gather up the items, but uses his tag on the purple stones to see if they are dangerous before he picks them up.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Darn it." Xlprq  hurries up to the others looking bedraggled, "I...*huff*...I really need to get better at making use of these daggers, or else find a more practical weapon set."

He shook his head, incredulous. What good were daggers if they were not only small, but in the hands of a novice?

[Smackgiver]

"Friend Xlprq, you doubt yourself, yet you showed formidable prowess when dispatching that slime earlier.  I think you sell yourself short.  I sense that you can contribute more than you think you can.  What weapons would make you feel more at ease?  Pehaps we could find, or fashion, some that might suit you?  There were some metal scraps found within the belly of that beast that could be formed into a more useful tool that would serve as a function to your form."

[Smackgiver]

"I should add that I've acquired some gold pieces from our previous foe.  Is there an official treasurer in the group who manages the booty?"

"Heh heh.  I just said booty"  

[Philote]

"My pack could be a good source for storing any extra equipment we may have" Willow says to Praosk.

"We will should be hurrying to the next room though."

[Smackgiver]

"Indeed.  Let's be off.  Although, might I request someone else take point?  I'm not sure how effective I'll be if we face a threat."

/Praosk nocks another bullet in his sling and moves toward the next area/

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The new passageway burrows into a strangely unnatural and thick darkness. It does not feel malevolent however.  After a few yards new light bleeds into the tunnel illuminating walls streaked with gypsum. Slowly the tunnel begins to widen as the group travels, becoming a massive cavern that stretched for what seemed like miles into the distance. The ceiling was dotted with what looked like stars, but had a very roof like feeling to them. The rocky ground shifted into loose gravel and then into patchy grass further into the cavern. A sign had been hammered into the ground nearby. It read:



Looking closely the group can just make out a small grouping of what could be buildings on the horizon.