1.1 - In Search of Sanity - Prison of the Mind

"Please ask them if they know of any place with medical supplies around here." he says to Hat-man as the body is dragged down the hall. He then turns to rummage for anything notable in the immediate area, while responding to the magician's question.
"I believe I can. And I will, once our other... companion returns. It's something that's best done with everyone together."

Axon nodded then stood at the door, ready to let fly something magical should anything else try to get at him or his unconscious compatriots.

While waiting for Grim to return, Iosef and Axon watch over their fallen comrades. While Axon watches to make sure they both still breath, Iosef starts turning over rubble and fallen shelves. Among the objects he finds are a couple things of note: a wooden holy symbol of Pharasma, a small steel mirror, and a pair of gaudy red leather boots with cat skin lining. As he's about to give up looking, he flips a locker over to find the door closed, but the hinge broken. Inside is an masterwork silver dagger.

Meanwhile, Grim waits for several minutes before Denman returns, alone. He approaches the barricade and addresses Grim directly. "Sorry, the captain's got his hands full right now. I mean, he's, uh, unable to permit you entry. Said there were at least three of them creatures. We don't know their numbers, but we know at least three. Said though, if you're hurt and need a place to rest, you can use the, uh, the 'gatehouse'. That'swhat the captain calls it." Denman points to the door to the west of where Grim is standing. "Should be safe in there, we always have guards posted. We could unlock it for you, and once you bring one more of those things, cap'n said he'd introduce you to Winter."

"Very well." Grim acknowledges, though he doesn't like it. "Unlock this gatehouse and I will see if we can ferret out this other shapeshifter."

He turns and makes his way back up to where the others are and informs them of the situation. "I did find a couple healing potions on that last shapeshifter." He says and holds them out. "They should get our two companions back on their feet at least."

"In death there is life! I think that's a tenet of Nethys," he said with a grin so wide it hurt.

"You'd better administer them," he said to Glasses.

As he readied to help Glasses move their fallen comrades into better positions for potion-imbibing, he asked Hat, "What did the guards say?"

"More of the same old song and dance." Grim replies. "Curious, they seem to have a set idea of how many shapeshifters are in this area, which was 3, but they also want to claim we might be shapeshifters...of which there are 5 of us. There better be children being protected beyond their barricade, or I am of a mind to break those crossbows over their heads, if I find out they are lying to us for the sympathy...and to take care of all the dangers for them." He glances back down the hallway toward the south. "Oh, they did say that the door closest to them on the west side of this hallway goes into a room they are calling the gatehouse and, if we are in dire need to rest or recuperate before wiping out all the shapeshifters for them, they will allow us to use that room to do so."

"This 'Winter' has lots of questions to answer when we finally get past those guards. Dragon Eyes said she found people chained up ahead. We should check that out once these two are back on their feet. After that, we can see about resting in this 'gatehouse'."

Grim loads his crossbow again and goes on overwatch, while the others tend to the wounded, keeping his eyes focused on the open doorway that the feral female had explored before falling to the last shapeshifter.

After Grim returns and relays his conversation at the barricade, Iosef takes the two healing potions. "Okay," the half-elf says, "I...I think I can help. Stay close - first," he uncorks one of the healing potions and carefully tilts Razhel's head back, pouring the mixture into her mouth. "Now..." he closes his eyes and a glow of brilliant light surrounds everyone in the room. Those that have been injured feel strength flowing back into their bodies.

He shakes his head and another burst of healing energy envelopes them all.

Razhel coughs and reaches a hand protectively over her aching body. She opens her eyes and slowly rises to a sitting position. "Ow!" She says in a consciously delayed reaction to the rending from the shapeshifter. "That sucked..."

He bent over next to Dragon Eyes, smiled, and extended a hand to her.

"Welcome back. Feel up to continuing this mad scramble?"

Elias carefully sits up and probes the sore areas on his body. Satisfied with the healing so far, he looks around at his companions. Who do I owe my life to?

Accepting the offered hand, Razhel winces at the pain but manages to stand on her own two feet. "I don't think we have much of a choice, do we? Although, I am unsure how much help I will be in this condition."

"Glasses here helped keep you two alive and healed you a bit. Hat over there found two healing potions on the dead shapeshifter and Glasses gave one to you, Dragon Eyes. You seemed the worse off."

"I think we should check out the people in the room our fisticuffs's companion discovered, so as not to leave the situation hanging, before we take our rest in the gatehouse." Grim shares his thoughts on the matter. "One of you go ahead and drink the potion and the other stay off point for the time being. Toss a coin, if you have to. We don't have all day."