[Backdated 8/25 - mini-GP open to team demilich or by request] is anyone dead?

[st_ratagem]

Coming back to consciousness hurt, significantly more than Loki remembered hurting in recent memory. There didn't seem to be a single part of his body that wasn't in some kind of pain, and on top of that he became aware, very quickly, of an odd whistling emptiness that said too much magic. He couldn't even have called one of his knives.

All of that being the case, he didn't move. If the fight was still going on, he intended to stay down. For a little while. Until he had something to act with or on. Or until he legitimately passed out again; that seemed horribly likely, with the way his head was swimming and the warm-wet of blood flowing out instead of staying in.

The desert was essentially silent, though, for the definition of 'silence' that included the sounds of wind and ordinary movement. Footsteps. Voices.

He wasn't dead, then. Was anyone else?

Comments

Clarice and Loki

[st_rongernow]

Clarice took longer than normal to make her way over to Loki but he looked about how she felt. "I'm a crap doctor except in field medicine but I can help if you need it. Or take notes on what you want for your wake. I'm going with free flowing alcohol and party for mine." There was tired humor in her voice.

Clarice - Open

[st_rongernow]

Clarice was tired. That was the understatement of the century. After checking on a few of her fellow fighters, she managed to make it to a nearby tree and just slumped against its sturdy back to rest. She just needed to catch her breath or sleep for a week, either would work.

After resting and a little (okay a lot) of help getting to the Inn, Clarice crashed on the couch in the lobby. She was just going to rest. God she felt like she was eighty and needed to rest after walking a bit. Maybe she'd invest in a wheeled walker and make her way around the inn. That was just a smart ass thought but one that sadly was a bit appealing at the moment.

Carlos - open

[st_illavirgin]

Butters was going to kill him.

He specifically said that one day he wouldn't heal up if he kept reinjuring himself, but Carlos couldn't help himself. At least this time there was somewhat less broken bones at least, though tell that to his poor, aching back that took the brunt of the damage from the flying shit.

It took him a lot of help to get him to the Inn, and a lot of healing on the way. Without the Wardens and their access to healing, he'd been worried, but thankfully the Inn was chock full of healers who were willing to help. It would take him a while, but he would get back to full strength. In the meantime, he was slumped in the lobby, three pizzas in front of him (all for him, he needed to rebuild his strength), idly watching the world go by until he got the strength to go up to his room and recover.

Carlos and Loki

[st_illavirgin]

Carlos had woke up in absolute agony, but seemingly alive, and they had won the fight. Go figure. He'd not had much hope when his barrier went boom, but he'd take everything as a bonus.

After a moment or two to get his bearings, he dragged himself up using his staff as a crutch, trying to see if his comrades-in-arms had also survived. Seeing Loki, he struggled over there, letting himself drop to the ground beside him with a small whimper of pain. He was manly enough to own the fact everything fucking hurt.