Utterly Mad

And I return from sleeping until 1 AM.

Flying polyps are nasty motherfuckers. They don't fight fair. So don't fight fair with them. The real trouble here's gonna be the surprise waiting at the bottom. Unless it can be stunned too, we'll see.

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One monster down, at least one more to go. One of the animated blood mages was carrying a tome, that I recognized as an alchemical text, one of few books our order approved. And soon enough, the next airborne horror is put down, the creature apparently having taken down some sort of mutated slug with it.

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I'm hoping that's the last of these pests. That said, I'm starting to get a feel for the pattern needed to kill them safely. Keep the pressure up, recharge the hammer after each blast, hit it twice, blast it again...

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Gods above and below, you can't be serious! Once again I'm forced into retreat, though at least this time my pursuer is left dazed, granting me a considerable head start.

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As I finally get a moment to catch my breath, I start to become more aware of the pain, and the severity of my injuries. Whether through being caught up in a berserker rage, sheer adrenaline, or divine guidance, I'm amazed I managed to kill three of those things, and one of those homonculi, without falling apart at the seams. I need to head back to camp, mend my torn clothes, heal up, and break down every mote of essence obtained in the battle.