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[survivaltricks]

WHO: some wayward thistles and visitors!
WHERE: thistle barn
WHEN: early morning, day 6

[if you're an early riser, you may see a trio of thistles— two of them covered in blood and one of them with an arm of solid gold— stumbling back to their barn!]

[it's fine!!]

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[cultofthesham]

[ climbing up on the bed like Thing ]

Yo~ Check out my sweet new ride.

[literal_trainwreck]

[..........]

Am I having a fever dream right now?

[cultofthesham]

Hah! Like we'd let you get an infection.

[literal_trainwreck]

[peers between the golden arm and the remaining stump]

...I suppose not. It turned out quite clean.

[cultofthesham]

Guess we do have a convenient set of powers for that much, at least.

[literal_trainwreck]

Lucky us.

...But I appreciate you acting as anesthetic.

[cultofthesham]

[ ok bored now, leaves the hand, letting it clunk down to the floor ]

Eh, don't mention it. I usually like keeping my hosts intact but desperate times...

[literal_trainwreck]

Mm. I screwed up royally.

[cultofthesham]

Hey, happens to the best of us. Not me, obviously, but other bests.

What happened?

[literal_trainwreck]

We followed Red out into the mist and to the lair of the ram-skull demon. Some scisters got the better of me on the way out, so I was injured by the time we reached the area. The creature demanded my sacrifice. There were a great number of "statues" in that cave.

Our healing wasn't working out there, and we couldn't so much as scratch the beast. I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that we were fortunate to make it back with our lives.