Looks at you for a moment and seems un-disturbed by your efforts
”Very well then, but what say you?”
”Though your remains would enrich the compost, you’ll better serve my needs as supplicants. Plus you retain your lives, after a fashion. Surrender your weapons and submit peacefully, or it will go the worse for you!”
Hps 20/48 AC 15 FF 14 T 11 (15 incorporeal) CMD 17 Fort +3 Ref +2 Will +6
Twig blights and the woody-warrior move towards you!
You are up!
Reflex 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Gurukk notices the plants and manages to avoid getting caught in them. He moves to the twigs and woody guy and uses his wand on them (unless they are here already then he'll use it on them and approach the druid)
Fire Damage3d4 ⇒ (2, 1, 1) = 4 Reflex for half DC 12
HP 35 / 41 ,AC 18, Perc:+6,Init:+2,Fort:+6,Ref:+2,Wil:+0,
Reflex Save:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
As the weeds spring forth Xane simply grunts and continues to walk forwards, a grim and determined look upon her face.
"That's okay, Blighty, you've just made getting to your death slower, is all..." She does brace for the critters closing in to assault her though, but her attention is firmly fixed upon the robed spell caster.
So, yeah, going 'Full Defensive' until within swinging range of the spell slinging freak. Happy to just keep walking at the target.
Male Halfling Paladin-2/ Rogue(investigator)-2/Inquistor-1
Reflex check:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Respen gets tangled up in the plants, and struggles to move through the grappling weeds. He whips a rock from his sling at one of the incoming twig warriors. "Of course the bastion of justice is the one stuck in the plants, how embarrassing."
Thedrin's luck continues as he just unmires himself from the grasping plants to meet an arrow to his ribs. Recommencing his fifteenth favorite pastime - that of bleeding profusely - he sets his sights on the woody warrior that plinked the arrow at him... wading slowly through the undergrowth.
I'm assuming that I'm more than 15ft from him, so I have to double move to get to him - hence no attack.
10/18 HP remaining
Thedrin moves on from the Sir to the toad... and is initially at a loss. He doesn't know enough to know where a toad would be vulnerable to a sucker punch. Then a flash of inspiration strikes and his hands flash out seeking fleshy eyes and the closest thing he can find to ear-holes...