(OOC: Ummm, I think I'll just make the next reply. Sorry if I double posted)
Calvarr had a hard time trying to get up after being stabbed in the chest. Holding onto a tree for support, but everything was getting dizzy. It was like being in a drunken haze, only with a lot of pain and loss of air.
"What is....happening? And...most of all...where did everyone go?" He asked in confusion. He passed out, yet again. But this time, Sligs had gone up to him and looked at him in confusion.
"Wuzzup with him?" Asked one of them.
"Not sure, but wasn't he the one with that one vial of Treystone?" Asked another.
What seemed to be the lead Slig found Clavarr's bag right next to him. He shuffled through it and found a variety of empty flasks, full flasks, and herbs. He gasped at the sight of what was in the bag. "My odd." He said. "This guy must be a Poison Maker. Better take him in. I think Relt might wanna see him."
The Sligs dragged Calvarr across the dirt and into the black darkness, not knowing if Calvarr was goanna wake up anytime soon.
BACK IN THE CAVE:
Various explosions and dead bodies filled the Cave. An angry group of Paramites were onto both the Sligs and the group. The whole thing turned into chaos, and it was only sending in more Sligs. Several Big Bro Sligs went in, along with a few robotic machines.
"We can't all take on this!" Flaxis yelled out. "We need to retreat!"
"I don't wanna!" Sal replied. "I'm having a bunch on fun, and I think these Sligs should be our friends. Hmmm, but I wonder why they're attacking as. Has anyone seen buddy Calvarr, becuase I heard a yell just outside the cave."
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