It was the harsh sunlight of high noon that finally awoke Shadowheart.
The cleric groaned as she struggled to sit up, her body still quite sore. She had a pounding headache, made worse by the squirming of that damned tadpole. Everything considered, though, things could definitely be worse for Shadowheart. Looking around, she saw the destroyed wreckage of the nautiloid all around her. She could have easily been killed in the crash. Yet, it seemed she had escaped with just a few bruises. Even more importantly, the astral prism was still safety in her hand.
Standing up, Shadowheart took stock of her situation. The beach she found herself on was an absolute wreck. The fleshy structures and giant tentacles of the nautiloid were scattered everywhere, a mess of **** and debris. Still, she could see a path away from the crash site and into the forest beyond.
Notably, Lae'zel as nowhere to be found. On one hand, Shadowheart was kind of glad to be rid of the gith. Their alliance had always been temporary, and she'd probably slay the cleric sooner rather than later. Still, the half elf could not help but wonder if she was alright. They did owe each other their lives, after all. Neither would have been able to escape the nautiloid alone.
However, her goal was first and foremost finding someone who could remove this parasite from her skull. Shadowheart needed to get off this beach and find a healer. A proper healer, mind you, as this dilemma was far beyond her clerical abilities.
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