"Um....I don't think he's dead. He seems to be breathing, at least."
Kaden attempts to establish a telepathic link.

In reply to Kaden Dekar (msg # 162):

Sheldon huffs, and puts the carving knife back in his pouch and ambles towards a safe-looking tree.

Spot squints really hard at the big metal dog and tries to do that thing with the rays coming out of his eyes, only on purpose.

Kaden chuckles to himself.

The imperfect invisibility field permeating Tunic's skin changes pattern, perhaps imperceptibly to some, as if whatever biological rhythms responsible for it have increased.


OOC: Other PCs, please don't feel obligated to wait on this exchange.
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Kaden suddenly screams, jumps up, and runs off into the woods in a blur of motion. [He breaks the link.]

Spot, surprised by Kaden's scream, accidentally fires another ray of light out of one of his underbelly eyes, freezing the ground underneath himself, loses his footing on the ice created by it, and starts a frantic dance to regain his footing.


The pattern of shifting light over Tunic's body grows more agitated. He starts whimpering in terror.
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The being calling itself Piecemeal produces another round of intense discussion causing a hushed whine of several voices all at once. It quiets down and together they say, "Piece-," it corrects, "we are finding purpose. We are searching. We don't like," at it points at the metal creature, "unnatural."

Then the scream happens causing the shifting plates to converge in defence and the eyes to pop out of the green body sea looking for danger.

Sheldon ambles to Frank's corpse and perches on his cracked shell, sniffing again until the scream. He looks around in a panic.

"What? No likes turtle soups?"

Circling overhead, Abbi - in the form of a human-sized bat - angled down towards the fleeing Dekar.  She flew alongside him and screeched a query.  What was wrong?

As the party converses, the fallen metal monster is iced over further by Spot's efforts before shenanigans ensue, distracting the Eye Dog.

Steam rises from the disgusting mass of bloody flesh and shell that was Frank the fisherman.  The turtle is quite obviously dead.

OOC: To remind folks of earlier events...

"Someone please take care of Nic, I think he needs some healing.  We need to get moving soon."

He slowed down and began to circle back around as the images cleared from his mind, when Kaden saw a giant bat swooping down at him. With a shout, he sped back up to a sprint heading back to the party. "There's something else right behind me! In the sky!"

He stopped short of Tunic and pointed at him. "And there's something very wrong with him. Inside his mind."

"If you can see that, you can take care of it, if you please.  And don't mind the bat.  That is our little one, Abbi."

Stylus came cautiously from the undergrowth.
He was feeling, as he expected, rather unnecessary in all this, so he kept his distance ... and tried to be useful by watching their surrounds for any further threats.

If there was still a foe about, he slid down off the turtle's broken shell and scampered back up the nearest tree.

The collection of plants now known as Piecemeal looks at the ursine, "Where you come from? Where you go?"

We come from the town, back over the hills.  We are bound towards the forbidden lands.

Kaden stared back incredulously at Mawr, "Take care of what? What's in his head? I have no idea how to take care of that! And I'm sure not going back in!"

"Just use that healing thing-a-ma-bob on him!"

Kaden looked even more confused than before, "Use the what? I've got a bow and I've got an axe. I don't think either will help him now. Do you mean those things the Elder gave us?"

He glanced around until he spotted Stylus.

"Hey! You! Will those....things....Elder Sakai gave us help him out?" He pointed vaguely in the direction of the invisible man on the ground.

Circling around, the giant bat dropped behind a stand of trees, out of sight for a moment.

About a half-minute later, Abbi Enn, in her human form, emerged, dusting some leaves from her shoulder.

"Is everyone all right?" she asked shakily.  "That... that thing.  It murdered Frank..." her eyes were wide as she looked at the steaming mess that had been their turtle companion.

Stylus emerged fully from the underbrush, at Kaden's beckoning.
Moving over to the fallen Tunic, feeling around for the shape of his invisible body ... long enough for Abbi to join them again.

When Stylus had found 'Nic's body form, he crouching down beside said, and rifled through his own sachet till he found the healing sticks given them.
He drew one out, and looked at it curiously ... his lips repeating the instructions that they were given for the syringe's use ... and reading any commentary written on the device.

Then, as planned, he held the small end to the invisible arm beside him, and pushed the thick flat bit on top down hard.

The drug of the ancients flowed into Nic's arm with a mechanical hiss.  After a moment, Nic's eyes fluttered open.

18:03, Today: Mutant Lord rolled 23 using 2d8+10.  Stimshot A. Nic regains 23 HP, up to his normal maximum. You guys are now down to 5 syringes.