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Emerging from the back door of the wagon, Horarth moves to rejoin the crowd as though he hadn't powdered at the first sign of danger. His gaze lands on the prince's group, and he sidles up to the injured party. "Maybe that'll knock some sense into you," he says. "I've never met a man worth risking a brain injury for. What makes him so special?" He looks to his side to see what all the shouting's about and sees Alfrid draw his blade. Horarth's hand slowly moves to his backpack as he waits to see the riders' reactions.

Don't count me out just yet, my intrusive thoughts could win at any moment 😅

Mim the Triad Mim reaches the other side of the bridge and sits against a wall, picking garbage out of his hair. Bamzaw "Ah, thank you my friend." Bamzaw takes Grog's hand and attempts to pull himself free once more. Ve Ve attempts to pull Zyx loose. "No one left behind!" Cinders Cinders offers Jaxi a hand. "Watch the claws."

Horarth does his best to quietly slink into the wagon he was seated on, unnoticed (Agility and Stealth). Best case scenario, maybe they won't find him, and in the worst case... well, this is where he stored his Greek Fire.

Horarth sits on the back of a wagon, turning over a ring in his hands. Though his thin hair hangs over his face, the shiner he'd been given during one of those drunken scuffles is still plenty visible. The wagon hits a small bump and he fumbles with the ring, nearly dropping it. "HEY!" he shouts to the driver, "WATCH IT! I've got delicate cargo in this wagon." He slips the ring into his pocket and sits up straight, suddenly conscious of his improper posture. As the wagons continue along the road, his eyes wander aimlessly to the passing roadside foliage, scanning for any potentially useful alchemical ingredients or particularly interesting bushes. Yuvia is Horarth's shot at a fresh start, maybe the only one he'll be afforded. He can picture it now: the streets so clean you can eat off them, the buildings a mile tall, the civilized citizenry that will show him the proper respect and courtesy he deserves. He's certain it will be exactly as nice as he imagines it—maybe even better.

Will characters rolling to get unstuck also get the +2 to their STR check?

Ve "Don't worry Bamzaw, I'll help!" Ve attempts to jump across the garbage to Bamzaw. Bamzaw "Another of the Ancient Ones' tests. No matter." Mim the Triad Mim sighs and follows Ve's path across the bridge. "Bunch of ingrates..." Cinders Cinders takes a gander at the gooed horseflies, feeling a little better about getting captured now that she's seen something that big meet the same fate. She walks out of the room and sees the party trying to cross the bridge. "Fuckin' A, y'all have a small army here." She attempts to help the first stuck person she sees, which happens to be Myycky.

Whoops! Got mixed up with locations, will edit 👍

Cinders As Ygg pulls away the layers of goo, the face of a human woman with a shaved head emerges, and she falls forward unsteadily. "Shit..." she says, bracing against Ygg, "...I owe you one." She pulls her shield and remaining gear from the goo. "Really, I mean it. I don't forget a favor." She looks around the room. "Now how the hell do I get out of this ant hill..." Bamzaw Bamzaw bows his head and murmurs, "Ancient Ones, deliver me to the other side safely." He takes a confident step onto the bridge, and immediately gets stuck. Mim the triad Mim stands in front of the bridge, hovering his foot over the mucus before pulling it back. "Say... whosoever carries me to the other side, you'll earn a seat in my cabinet when I become the king of the mutants." He gives an accomplished look, confident that will be sufficiently convincing. Ve Ve doubles back to the trash room, grabbing handfuls of whatever she can find, with the plan to toss the stuff on the bridge as improvised garbage stepping stones.

Mim the Triad Mim pops his head out of the garbage and quietly joins the party. Bamzaw Bamzaw cradles the artifact sack in his arms, murmuring sweet nothings to it under his breath. Ve Ve retrieves her spear and wipes the ant blood onto her pants. "Sure, bridge."

Ve Ve feels a rush of dopamine as her spear slays its target, dulled soon after by the realization that she is now bare-handed. She thinks to herself, this might be my calling, I've just really got to work on my grip... She clenches her fist and rears back to throw a punch at the nearest ant. Mim the Triad Mim continues wading through the garbage, his nose held tightly shut. In an effort to move away from anything wet or smelly—perhaps a Sisyphean task—he pushes through the debris feeling for anything not entirely unpleasant, a different sort of "wandering the wastes" than he was prepared for when he embarked. Bamzaw "Yes... YES!!!" Bamzaw pulls from the refuse a leather sack, deformed by some large object inside. He hoists the unwieldy sack over his shoulder—that explains the hunch, anyway—and tears begin visibly streaming down his face. "We're saved, you hear me? Saved!" His foot bumps against a small cylinder, which he picks up and deposits in his sack. "And already, the Ancient Ones smile upon me. I am INVINCIBLE!" He charges+2 to hit, -2 to AC until next turn forward and attacks with his rake.

Ve "Man, and I really liked that trumpet too..." Ve sees in her peripheral more trash get heaped next to her. "That's hardly helping—", she turns and notices that it was deposited by an ant, "—GAH!" She makes a frantic jab with her spear. Mim the Triad As the ants turn and draw their weapons, Mim realizes he is still under-geared, and tactically decides that the time for pride must wait. He places his three-fingered hand over his nose and dives beneath the refuse, hopefully to be forgotten amidst the chaos. Bamzaw Bamzaw's eyes snap between the ants, the pile, the ants, the pile, and he mutters to himself, "I can take them all out, I just have to find it. It has to be here." He continues searching for his gear. "By the Ancient Ones, I pray they didn't steal it..."

Should I go ahead and make all my rolls for Bamzaw's search now? Figured that might save time but I've been doing it a little slower to give everyone the chance to abandon him in case he sprang a random encounter on the party in the mad pursuit of his "artifact" lol

Bamzaw Seeing the success of the others, Bamzaw searches frantically for his artifact. Ve Ve decides to give the search one last shot. Mim the Triad "Forget it, if anyone finds my stuff it's yours. No way I'm toting around a bunch of smelly garbage." He lingers in the entryway, keeping an eye on the main room.