Casin grinned at the corpse of the Queen and was licking his lips getting ready to chow down and collect some jelly when he heard Fie talking words behind him. He frowned, but after what he did to him, he kinda owed the little guy. He sighed audibly and lifted up his hands, sweet healing wafting over everyone.
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Cast Pollen three times. Stare longingly at all the corpses.

The mages set to work, bolstered by the effects of the gamblers roll, and it takes little time to get the group back into full fighting shape.

Now: What to do about the Udrafresk?
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All hp and mp full for the group.

As soon as the queen went down, he felt Fie's magic wrap around him, healing his wounds. After taking a deep breath as the party surveyed the damage, he approached the diminutive White Mage. "... Thanks." He said quietly.

As Fie and Caspin set to healing the group, they were posed with the question of what to do with the sleeping Udrafresk. "I say we beat the crap out of it again to give ourselves a 'new clock' so to speak. If we can poison it by taking some from the bees, we find something to tie it up and carry it back."

Caspin saw everyone sitting at full strength and turned his eye back to the Queen, and all the little underlings around her. He didn't think there was too much more magic to salvage but he was going to do what he needed to do as he felt it,

"I'll be exploring our current conquests if you don't mind. I'll try to harvest enough poison to last us back to town. And the queen has a nice little item for us to sell back home...or use ourselves."

He first approached one of the little grubs. Still twitching just a little, and raised up his dagger, gutting it like a fish and working through the innards, picking out the poison gland before tearing into it with his teeth, till there was little left of the thing.
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Devour larva, harvest concentrated poison gland.

Fie nodded to Argath.

"A good plan, but perhaps instead of immediately re-engaging the beast, we could grant ourselves this momentary reprieve to split up and search our surroundings as you said. Enough of us should stay here and keep the Udrafresk down should it wake, while a few look for something to at least temporarily confine it. Even if our search only brings up a temporary solution, it would buy us time for someone to head to town and acquire rope or some other form of binding to hold it until we reach the cage."

Fie glanced around. They were more or less as good as they had been before the entire fiasco, aside from a few tears and scuffs on their armor and the occasional wounded pride. With Caspin clearing out the corpses so quickly, they hopefully wouldn't stand out as an attractive beacon for any nearby monsters. The only question that remained is who would go, and who would stay.

"Are there any volunteers to go hunting for bindings, and most likely venturing to town as well? I'll be staying here with the main group, and it's best if Caspin continues to er...clean...the area. We don't want more dingos coming to feast. We could perhaps spare two or three people to do the searching. Any more and the Udrafresk could become a severe threat."

As Prasad made his roll, Docus had felt something, a note or chime, a clear tone in the back of his mind. And then the terrible, helpless void within him had been refilled with a glorious stream of fire, and he hadn't even had to act or think before the fire had flowed from him, blasted from his palms and finished off their foe. And then, their job done, their last foe sleeping in the background, he'd let himself fall back, laying on the grass and just... drifting... off...

Not for long, though. There was work to do. He sat up, cross-legged and refreshed, thinking. Caspin was working on the bees, people were already arguing. Perfect. Now he just needed to add his own two Gil.

"By all means, let us scout. But consider this. The Udrafresk, whether stationary or on the move, will have to be kept constantly weakened. Mostly because doing otherwise, even if we let it sleep and put some distance between it and us, would risk it suddenly waking up, surprising us and possibly getting in a lucky hit. Or even escaping! Unlikely, but possible. This is compounded if we split up, since we'd be losing a lot of firepower. Not to mention other dangers. There's more dingos out there, maybe other things as well. So I'd advise against splitting up. And since we need to keep the Beast weakened anway, why not just transport it the way it is? We may be able to find some materials to restrain it, and if we work out ways to keep it weak while we carry it, we can reach town... soon enough. And without taking massive risks. Not to mention-"

He stopped as, near his foot, he heard a faint buzzing. He looked down and crouched, next to a scorched and wounded bee. He winced. This one had been his work, and those burns had to hurt. He bore the bees no grudge, their behavior was... natrual, albeit agreesive. Just as his actions had been necessary, at the time. He still shuddered as the bee's stinger twitched. The larval poison had worn off quickly enough, but he still hated, hated that feeling of dying from the inside. He shook himself. That was behind him. He'd carry an antidote from now on. He couldn't let that control him. In front of him wasn't a threat... it was an ally, albeit potential. He turned around, called Fie over his shoulder.

"Fie! Could you help me? This bee... might be useful yet!"

Then, humming under his breath, trying to imitate a bee's buzz, he gently placed his hand on its antenna, focused. He had a... knack, of dealing with beaten opponents and he could usually communicate with the more intelligent beasts. So he visualised, visualised a victory (theirs) and defeat (the bee's), and the price of defeat (death). But there was an option. Alliance, it could merge into their hive, serve their queen (Docus), fight along their side. Its old cause was gone, he offered it a new one, encouraged its acceptance, or death. He willed his thoughts to flow into his humming, the trembling of his hand, and, little-by-little, he felt he got the message across.

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Docus: Mediate with bee

Fie looked to Docus. And then to the bee. And then to Docus. This carried on for a few more times before he simply sighed and looked down.

More bees?

This hadn't been enough?

Whatever Docus' plan was, it better be good.

"Okay, but you're responsible for it. I'm not especially into bee-friending these things after all that."

Fie stepped gingerly behind the bee, and at arm's length set about trying to mend some of its wounds, ready to dart back once finished.

Suddenly, something came over him.

Fie watched the bee's life begin slip away before his very eyes. Maybe he'd been seeing this all wrong. These weren't just bees. They were bee people, with bee families and bee lives. That could have been Bee-Carl that Caspin just ate earlier. He and Bee-Steve were best buds. The very bestest.

It was on their first day in the hive they crawled together as larva, suckling at the sweet honey from the same spot in the honeycomb, looking up nervously at their queen, who now lay tattered and burned upon the ground. They'd both fell into love and devotion then, swearing a Bee-Blood oath to fight together for the queen. Upon becoming full fledged Bee-Adults, they regularly double-teamed flowers, pollenating while Bee-High-Fiving across the top. Nothing had ever stood in their way, they were Bee-Bros of the highest caliber.

Fie's eyes teared up. How could Bee-Steve face the day after this? How could anyone?

"Damnit Bee-Steve! Don't you die on me!"

Fie slammed his tiny fists into the ground next to Bee-Steve's unconscious resting form. Slowly, he faced skyward, and shook his fists at the heavens.

"I won't let you take him Bee-God! You're a cruel, heartless bastard who's taken every shred of love and life he's ever known, but his Bee-Blood will still pump! Bee-Steve is a fighter, damnit!"

Fie put more heart into curing this bee than he had ever known, drawing upon previously hidden reserves of bee-love.

...Perhaps the stress was getting to him.

There was much discussion going on, virtually all of it coming from taruts. Jade watched them bemusement, her catlike ears beginning to flick with irritation. What were they even doing, messing with that bee?

"Too." Jade began, each word a sentence unto itself. "Many." She gave Ducus a long look and then Fie. "Woooords." She drew the last word out, to underline this unquestionable statement of fact.

The wariror unlaced the green half skirt she wore over her armoured leggings and twisted it up to make a short rope. "You three," she said, pointing at Vera, Argath and Caspin, "cut some branches. See if we can make some sort of litter to drag this thing."

She stalked toward the udrafresk like a hunting cat, "We'll need a gag too. Grab a piece of wood or a rock to put in its mouth and something to tie it in place."

Jade glanced aside at the moogle. "Prasad, if it moves, shoot it."

Watching the fallen fiend for any signs of movement, Jade stood next to the udrafresk Once certain it wasn't about to leap to its feet, the tall Mithra bent over and grabbed one of it's arms. Both hands wrapped around the udrafresk's thick wrist, she hauled on the limb to roll the udrafresk over onto its belly. From then she intended to bind it's hands tightly behind its body with her improvised rope.

Argath sighed as Docus opened his mouth, suggesting they not split up, and went on to do something stupid. He sighed even more when Fie joined in.

Then, Jade started talking, telling Vera, Caspin and him to gather branches to make a stretcher while she tried to tie the Udrafresk's arms. "Does this look like a cutting too to you?" He remarked, waving his spear lightly. Walking over to her, he knelt down and pushed her hands out of the way, taking over the job of tying the ape. "That big sword of yours is more useful for cutting branches, so you go do that."