Narrator: The delvers stand by in a ruined goblin village. The last of the orc knights flee south ahead of them, retreating to the castle. Narrator: Ayake and Connell lie on the ground, bleeding or oozing sap, greviously injured. Narrator: None of the delvers are unwounded; all are tired. GM: So. What are you up to? Cid: Still lying on my back and blacked out from my very critical wounds Mrugnak: I was about to ask: Did I miss Cid getting fixed up? Connell: Are we likely to be attacked again during the next minute? Richard: wasn't connell at least positive? GM: Connell got hit again. Richard: ah Cid: I'm at -44HP, if anyone forgot GM: It doesn't look like there's anyone within range to hit you, unless there are some Phase Pythons or other invisible insubstantial types around. GM: Cid is st