[center][h2][color=F0E68C]Asteria[/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]
As soon as she put the points into Poison Resistance and gained the skill, Asteria felt better; Oberon’s healing and shield were much more effective now. This allowed her to gather her strength, and the next time the pixie cast a spell at her, first a full-body one, she concentrated as well as she could on feeling his mana energy. She thought she got the vague sense of it [i]infusing[/i] her and attempted differentiating [i]his[/i] mana from her own, then located her innate magic, tried rising it up so she’d be more aware of it, and join it with Oberon’s spell so she’d help it work. Whether what she did was effective or not, she could tell that the pixie’s spell purified the poison from her. An intense sense of relief washed over her as soon as it was gone – there was even a system message to confirm that she was healed, and she did indeed feel much better.

Asteria exhaled lowly and slowly, drained and loose from the fight, taking several deep breaths to collect herself. [color=F0E68C]“Open status menu?”[/color] she asked confused, blinking a couple of times to see if what she said had any affect. [color=F0E68C]“I was already…[i]informed[/i] that I’m not poisoned anymore. Thank you very much for that. I owe you,”[/color] she nodded her head at the male pixie once to show she meant it. He then cast a healing spell limited to her burned area, and she swore she could almost feel the spell if she focused on it intensely, though actually grasping the sensation properly still seemed to be out of her reach for now. After she was fully healed, Oberon went to do some other business. Gone or not, Asteria would remember him for sure.

Finally, back to full health, she now had the opportunity to observe her surroundings. That one loud-mouthed Wisp had flown some distance away, and Oberon apparently followed to talk to her. Edward was passed out on the ground, and Asteria couldn’t help but wonder if he had strained so much only for her sake, and if he had, [i]why[/i] he had done it. Mother Rat was still nearby, perhaps simply observing, not having much to do at the moment. Jason was…turning into some sort of an egg?! Maybe that’s what he had been trying to tell them when she was too insensate to pay any attention. There was also a goblin who she was fairly certain had been digging tunnels not too long ago and had just suggested that they should rest up. Seeing as how she had literally been doing that for the past who-knows-how-long, Asteria felt that would be a waste of time in her case.

Having nothing else to do, she turned to the three lizards’ corpses and began extracting their bones. She remembered how poor her last attempt at crafting had been, but a fifty or so percent success rate was better than nothing. She didn’t know if the spikes she intended to make out of the lizards’ femurs, tibiae, ribs, and the long arm bones would even come in handy, but [i]if[/i] they did, that would be pretty great. With that in mind, she approached the first corpse and began chewing the meat off the pertinent areas as carefully as she could without damaging the bones. Extracting the leg and arm bones wasn’t that easy and sharpening all of their ends to a point went about as well as the first time she did so. Getting at the ribs was much harder though, because, one, they were connected to the rib-cage and had to be broken off, and two, they were much more fragile and harder to make anything useful of. 

Still, after working tirelessly at her self-set task, Asteria managed to extract the three lizards’ bones and got some of them shaped into something that could be called a spike. Depending on the bone, some were a bit longer and tougher, while others were shorter or curvier and more fragile. But even having these at her disposal, she didn’t exactly know what to make of them. [color=F0E68C]“Hey, uh, temporary goblin leader? Sorry if I didn’t catch your name…But do you think you could make traps out of these or something?”[/color] Asteria pointed to the meagre number of badly shaped ‘spikes’ if they could be truly called that, looking at the person/goblin she hadn’t interacted with so far.

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