2: Valley of Dead Unicorns

Bobby tosses back a healing draught and flings the flask over his shoulder before angrily kicking Warduke's body. He treats Zargash's corpse with the same disrespect as he searches them for anything useful.

"How do we make sure these fuckers don't come back to life? Burn them?"

Sheila joins Bobby and gives him a smack of the upper arm. "Don't tell me not to heal you, Bobby." She insists he takes the potion from her hand and watches him drink it. "Burning sounds like a good idea and scatter the ashes."

She searches both the villains with her brother and also in the general area they currently are strewn.

Excited by her finds, Sheila quickly examines them. Even though the two scrolls look important, she knows that her background in the arcane can't cast them unless they are first cast in her presence so she might steal them. She closes to Eric and holds them out to him. "Eric, I think you might can use these better than I."

Bobby tosses the helm up in the air and swings big with the Thunder Club like a basebal bat, sending the dragon helm flying. He gives the rose to Sheila. It seems a bit more her style than his.

Presto pokes his nose over various shoulders to inspect the items that they've acquired.

"Well, they're bound to be magical somehow, since they survived the entire sky falling on them. I...didn't mean to crush the whole place, but was definitely effective. I've only ever practiced that one before, I've never just let loose like that. Sorry."

Presto's face reddens. Sure, it was effective, but all he can see is the damage and mayhem he caused. One more mistake to add to the pile.

"Anyway. Not much I can do about all the buildings, but I can try to take care of those two."

He reaches inside his hat, all the way up to the elbow, and when he whips his hand out a blast of heat and fire follows. It splashes into a line connecting the two destroyed corpses, quickly beginning to catch onto their clothes.

Hank handed the two scrolls he had found in the rubble over to Eric, seeing Sheila do so as well. "Please heal up, everyone. We're not proceeding until everyone has had a chance to recover properly."

Eric takes the scrolls and looks excited to see what they say. Gee, thank Shelia and Hank. These will come in handy. He adds, I think we need a rest before continuing

"If it weren't for you, Uni, I probably would've died back there. But I almost lost you. I don't think I could handle that. I wish you could be by my side in the coming battle but maybe we should do as Warm Blood says and get you somewhere safe for now."

Presto sits down on a chunk of rubble while the others rest. Beyond being more sweaty than he's used to and needing a moment to catch his breath, he's no worse for the wear. He lends a hand where he can, whether it's opening waterskins so others don't have to do it one-handed or holding a finger down on a bandage while it's tied.

Watching the others staunch their bleeding while he sits with his guilt for not suffering with them is not a new concept. Occasionally some awful creature or bandit with a blade will sneak past, but Bobby would often bleed buckets before Presto got a scratch. It took the mage a long time to come to terms with his role in the group. If he was honest with himself, he still wasn't at peace with it.

"Once we get closer in to whatever comes next, I can try to bring out another of those big elementals. But it won't stick around long enough to summon it now."

"Why does that look familiar?"

"Any ideas, anyone? Warduke and Zargash would've had to pass through, maybe with a password, or some item in their possession." Hank considered if he understood anything about the door.

"Maybe we were too quick to incinerate them. You think we should've kept their hands or eyeballs?"