Stranded...

[HollowOfHaze]

Galen pulled a small sack of incinerator fuel from his pack. He knew that it would have its use eventually, and apparently that "eventually" was now.
He slit an opening in the tough casing, threw the contents into the roots and general base of the vines, and struck a spark from his flint and the blade of his hatchet. A bright blue blaze erupted wherever the liquid made contact. It was not the best solution, but it would definitely work. The vines started to writhe and wilt as the intense heat vaporized their internal liquids. Those who were entangled might suffer slight burns from the minute drops of fuel, which may have made contact due to their proximity to the vines and the blaze.

[Chains]

I watched as the vines shribbled up around me. reliesing my arms and legs allowing me to move again. though the fumes were still making me very dizzy.

[Angder]

Fout just lay there, covered in the dying vines, and his own blood

[Chains]

All the fumes had overloaded my scence of smell, getting up I felt sick. As qiuickly as I could, I hobbled to a tree and proceeded to barf.

[HollowOfHaze]

Galen stepped over to Fout, picking him up in his two hands and carrying him to the base of a nearby tree. He weighed surprisingly little compared to what might be expected, and Galen wondered what these people had been through in the past few days themselves. He set Fout down with a minor sound of exertion.
Turning to Zaida, he quickly said "I think it's a good idea if we settle in for now. We've got some problems to attend to."

[Chains]

I got up, shacking a bit. whipping my mouth of vomit I clumsily hobbled to a nearby tree and sat down. my breath short and heavy.

[Farewell]

She stayed silent for a moment. "As you wish, I'll be at the tree's just near the meadow." She points. "I would like to be alone, you all can rest here..." She sets the bag down and walks to the meadow and sits down huffing creating mist to escape her mouth and her eyes glowed brightly.

[Angder]

Fout groaned as he was set down, obviously in pain.

[Chains]

I look up, still a little dizzy and look at fout.
"Ugh... What happened to him?" I moan, my stumack still flipping.

[HollowOfHaze]

"Thorns I guess. Got pretty jacked up I think. No way to tell for sure though." Galen could smell the acrid tang of Fout's blood. The flow of blood had stopped, but that was all he could determine at the moment.

[Chains]

"That sounds bad." I say getting quite better.

[Angder]

Fout groaned, his arm shifting slightly. some of the dead vines were still wrapped around his arms and legs...

[Chains]

I look at the vines,
"I think you miss some." I say to Hollow.

[HollowOfHaze]

Galen looked torwards Fout, who was showing some signs of activity. So there was that at least.
"Hey Fout, can you move? Did you break something?"
He ripped the remaining vines from around Fout's legs.

[Angder]

Fout seemed to shift his arms and legs, and then slowly, opened his eyes...

"I... Oww... I think I will just stay here a while..." He stammered. "I... I remember the bush almost... how... you saved me?"

FOut shrieked with pain as Gelen pulled the remaining vines from his legs.