Nalverren will take the withdraw action to J11, hoping to avoid AoOs.
+2 more if it's poison.
Nalverren extricates himself from the flower monsters, moving carefully despite the pain from his acid burns.
Eager for a fight, Portforged fired a bolt of fire at the flowery creature .
The warrior lizard man does a more aggressive version of his tribe mate’s approach, drawing his weapon and stepping around to the south to attack the second plant-thing.
Cole is finally able to react, his great internal engines shuddering to life as he stabs at the plants with his longspear. Without hesitation, he steps in, closing the gap, and swings a wild backhand.
"FALL BACK IF YOU'RE DISABLED!" he bellows, "I DON'T SICKEN!"
"I am fine Cole"
"Grrr, Wouf ! Wouf !"
Portforged plays a blisteringly hot ray of plasma across one of the creatures, causing it to hiss and shrivel. Vaard rushes in but his attack is clumsy and simply smashes a few of the giant mushrooms. Then Cole sticks the other one with his spear, driving the head through it and into the ground. It quivers on the spearpoint before collapsing in a heap of liquid flesh.
Rehil closes the distance while drawing another arrow. Nimble fingers fit nock to string. Corded muscles arch smooth wood. The arrow flies at the remaining plant.
Shortbow ... damage
That's the plan the plan anyway. The elf stumbles his way forward and pills the arrow into the soggy earth.
Neither corpse nor corpse-controller manage to land the fatal blow.
Round 2
Not to hurt from the Tendril William Swings his club at the creature
Round 2
Wultram and his zombie attack, but make little impression. James and Will also slog on, but their blows also fail to tell.
Ashshsar moves in while brandishihng his morningstar.
... damage
Nalverren uses his cure light wounds extract on himself.
Portforged loosens his mind a bit, and fires a weakened bolt:
The powerful lizardfolk mirrors Rehil’s movement, stepping to flank as he attacks wildly.
With the press of bodies growing thicker, Cole drops his spear and reaches out to try to grab the plant.
Ashshar flattens the creature with a squelch. He prods it with the end of his club. "I've heard of these, but never seen one before. They look like flowers, but fight like animals. Anyway, these two are dead."
Cole turns his attempt to grab the now-dead plant into a tentative poke at its leaves. "Mmmmm," he says as his internal THRUMMING slows to silence. "It will be hard to know what to watch for in this place."
He reclaims his spear as he stands to his full height, "Or maybe it's just easier to expect everything to try to kill us."
He gives the group an 'all good?' look before nodding and completing his circuit of the camp. "Will, I still think it's smart for you to look for tracks or other natural threats if we're to rest here."
Once his circuit is complete, he helps the team set up camp, keeping his eyes on the surrounding jungle.
"The jungle is a bad place for those that do not know it," agrees Ashshar. "My people often die and we have always lived here. And outsiders die more often than us."
Rehil kicks the plant carcass, before nodding a reply to Cole's look.
"I'll stick with Will. None of us should wander alone."
Sense Motive
The elf looks at Ashshar quizzically. Then he grunts before following Will and Fred. He leaves an arrow on the nock.
"Sure i can do that cole" he says while casting a on himself
"Wouf ?"
"Hum now that you mention it James this isn't the right place, Cole we have to move wayyyy further"
Nalverren remains silent at the lizard's joke, running his fingers across his face where wounds have magically healed over.
"Can one or two of you lookout while I try to harvest some acid off of these things? And finish up on those mushrooms from before I was so rudely interrupted? "
Portforged feigned a mechanical laugh at the lizardfolk's apparent joke. This tribe has an odd sense of humor.
Subsequently it aided the Cole and the others.
"Well," Nalverren begins in a somewhat professorial tone, "the mushrooms can be altered easily enough to make an itching powder, which itself can be used as a base for other formulae. These plants, as I discovered first-hand and to my dismay, harbor a strong acid that has more... conventional use than itching powder."
Oh, I thought the checks I made were already for that.
acid
shrooms
Nalverren harvests two doses of the corrosive enzyme from the plant monsters but only a single dose of itching spores.
The party settle down for the night.
Before turning in for the night william will on Nalverren and on Rehil
Rehil pragmatically declines William's healing. "Look first to yourself, then me. That will best support the mission."
Realizing that Rehil isn't hut at all William will apply to himself the cure spell
Ashshar sits down between Portforged and Cole. He checks over his javelins, squinting along their length to see they will fly true. "We travelled well today," he says. There's a pause. "What do you intend when we get to the Finback lands?"
Rehil watches as Will's god's power stitches the rents in the halfling's flesh. The elf wonders briefly what it would be like to wield such power.
William and James will also take last Watch.
"Simple answer really, we head for the sacred ground and try to find out what if anything is happening there and if we can find clues leading to human intervention in these lands. If we do find something we will determine what we can do about it. And if we find nothing we move to the next sacred ground in order tu continue our investigation." he replied
"Do you know where the Finback sacred places are?"
"I thought you two knew."
"Some, not all. We are here to guide you to the Finback lands. Finding the sacred places that have been defiled is down to you."
"Perhaps we could gleam the defiled locations from the Finbacks themselves. We would need a way to overcome the hostility they would likely feel towards us, given that we are not lizardfolk and are traveling with members of your tribe."
"Perhaps," says Ashshar, though he sounds doubtful. "My tribe and the Finbacks have always been enemies. They are evil."
"Evil or not, we must talk with them or search the jungle forever for the sacred places."
"unless...." Nalverren looks to their guides, "is there a tell-tale sign that some place has been defiled?"
"if they are enemies to your tribe they have no reason to talk to you, i would wager that they would consider our very presence in their lands as intrusion and will just try to kill us. So we have to make sure we are not found as we search in these lands." he ponders for a few seconds
"lets just get this one step at a time. We go to the site our guides knows about and then will be considers what to do if our search there reveals nothing"
"I know of a place. I can take you there," confirms Ashshar.