Covered in shit, struggling to get to my feet, and about to be swarmed by enemies. That is my life in several nutshells. At least I had my sword that I could prop myself up with and I did, finding my footing I faced the mouth of the cave where the reinforcements would be coming. And come they did (no this is not meant as a sexy innuendo). They were all grey skinned and partially clothed (and also had the marks on their foreheads from where they too were connected to things).
I tried to conjure fire and it worked, it worked too well actually. See I put way too much effort into the fire because I felt I wouldn't be able to use it (because of the weakened state when I tried it when I was connected to the plant creature). So instead of just an orb of flame, I projected a wall of flame that burned the floor in front of me (thus incinerating the shit and urine into a lovely cocktail of smells I call awful) it pulsed forward and incinerated the grey skins coming in from the cave. It also murdered the Caravan people (well they were pretty much dead anyway right... Look I said I freed them I didn't say they were still alive and if I did I plead liar err ignorance) and the plant growth with its tentacles. Basically everything not me got burned to death in that small cave and the smell that lingered is best left to your nightmares.
So I dealt with my most immediate concern, killed some innocent people (well they were caravan people, so only partially innocent I'm sure they ripped off people all the time), and wounded a gigantic plant creature that was now more determined than ever to kill me. I'd make the joke I make all the time about this being pretty standard for me, but you know even I tire of saying the same things... Also I think I said it yesterday.
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