|Drosil the Grey|
Drosil wakes as Desna's healing energy flows into him; as his eyes flicker open, he looks to the tree, then back at Anton. "We've got to stop getting into these situations." As he sits up, he looks to Janos and B'yelka. "Will he be okay?"
"Uugh." Janos pushes himself up weakly and coughs. "I never want to see the inside of a tree like that again." He rolls over on his back, grimacing.
"What the hell was that?"
Janos climbs to his feet, wincing from his wounds. He surveys the dead tree-thing and the damage it wrought around them. The Ranger tucks the Lopper's Axe back into his belt. Then he goes searching around the tree innards for his sword. He picks through whatever remains are also inside the tree.
Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
Janos Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Janos knows what it is, it's a Hangman Tree. A rare type of intelligent carnivorous plant which uses hallucinogenic spores to lure in its prey. This one was apparently quite old and successful as its branches and roots are stuffed with the bones and undigested belongings of its former victims. They have come across a veritable trove of adventurer's gear here.
No I wanted to get the guys healed before looking for loot, that was the priority in case there were other enemies. And I was curious about the distance to Feldgrau because I would use LoH to heal them instead of wand charges because they are scarce at the moment.
Ha. Totally slipped my mind that Janos could have ID'ed the tree.
"I think this is what's called a Hangman's tree." Janos rubs the cuts and bruises around his neck. He kicks at some of the bones. "It uses spores to make people hallucinate. I bet the werewolf corpses we saw hanging from it weren't real."
"A creature like this probably feasted on prey for hundreds of years." The Ranger finds his longsword and begins using it to hack atthe various vines and bark. He pulls out the partially digested arm of a previous victim and grimaces, tossing it away.
Feral roars as the hangman's tree falls and its grip around his throat loosens. He shoots the remains what can only be an admiring glance as Janos explains its nature. "It seems these woods have no shortage of predators." The hulking form of Feral then proceeds to rip apart what's left of the remains with his heavy, clawed hands alongside Janos, though the half-elf gets the impression the wolf is working out his anger more than he is trying to help search.