Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 282==

We made it to the barbarian camp at nightfall.  It looked like they were preparing another ritual with all the corpses from the battle of the day before.  We made our move.  Jason and the rest of the sneaks went ahead to silence the guard.  The rest of us moved in when we got the signal.  All hell broke loose.  Our hell this time.  All our spellcasters unleashed upon the ritual performers, the rest of us picking off anyone who wandered out of the blast zones.  After the spellcasters blew their load, it turned into a real battle.  We were outnumbered, but we had every other advantage.  We let the non-combatants flee, the non-warrior women and children, pets.  When the sun came up, we held the camp.  We had casualties and many wounded.  No Terrans died this night though Alex ended up with several broken bones when he ended up wrestling a barbarian, and Mike was debilitated by the tribe shaman's magic.  Our clerics and paladins are healing everyone as best they can.  In other news, I found out why the local psions shave their heads.  By late battle I was starting to burn out, I gave my last good concentrated mindrape blast, my last bit of everything and then my hair caught on fire.  I got it out in time but I'm going to have to be more careful about this.  I'm not shaving my head.
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