OOC: Yeah, something like that.
I decided not to post as Sindera at the moment. I would like something else to happen on the native side.
IC: Slurp 1 tried to approuch the Fleeches, but they did not seem to care that they could be saved. Many of them were groaning how years of civilization work, was lost in just one minute. Others were too weak to complain and just started screeching gibberish.
Slurp sighed. They use to be very dependent on the mine for protection and shelter. But Slurp had known better. He bet that those Scrabs that Slurp 2 had killed had no homes either. Should something like this make their future be elimated and miserble? No! They should get back into the game and find a new cave to be in. Slurp 1 tried to tell them that, but they were still miserble and stayed where they were. Apparently, the thing that tried to attack them, sucked the energy out of them.
Slurp then sensed Shryke. He wasn't telling them anything, but some were actually getting out of the mine. So he figured that maybe he wasn't as intimidating as he was. Maybe he needed to do the same. He wrapped his tounge around one of the Fleeches, but it sprung to life and agressively wrestled him down. That Fleech screeched at him, "Give me one good reason why I should go out there!"
Slurp knew what he had to say. He screeched back, "You can be healed out there and help me make an army against the walk men." The Fleech thought about this and got off Slurp. He went into Spooce patches as well. Others listened to this and tried with all their strength, to get out. Slurp smiled at his success and tried to tell others the same.
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