Sporemageddon

This was... bad.

Still, I couldn’t just panic. I had to figure out what to do, but that required a cool head. A cool head, and a space devoid of enemies.

I walked to each body, making sure that they were dead.

I didn’t know what I would do if they weren’t. Someone dying because they had been caught in one of my spells, or by some spores, was one thing. They had started it, after all. Finding out that I’d have to put someone out of their misery was... well, it was asking for a lot.

Fortunately, all four of the people here were dead as doornails.

I looked over their gear, and a small part of my mind went a little feral, but it wasn’t time to go all loot-goblin on these folks. There would be a more appropriate time for that later.

First, a check on myself and Sir Nibbles. I was fine. More or less. Winded, a little bruised, and my magic reserves were low, but that would all be fixed in time.

Sir Nibbles had definitely been struck, however.

I ran after him, only pausing for a split second to scoop up the sword of one of the delvers. It was lighter than I would have thought, even though it was as long as one of my legs. I would have tried for the mage’s rapier, but it looked complicated, and this weapon was easier to grab on the go.