
DM Sothal |

Branomonrik steps up to the plant and swings his hammer at it, but misses widely.
The hedge let's go of the elf, dropping him. The moment Queslin is free is just the moment Majet waited for, throwing her bomb:
bomb:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 damage 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
It seems though, as if the fire wouldn't affect the plant.
Vines now free, it lashes out at first Boris and then Big Ern:
Slam Boris: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28 damage 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (2, 1) + 5 = 8
Slam Big Ern: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23 damage 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (4, 2) + 5 = 11
Boris goes down instantly, but Big Ern is a bit more resilient, so the plant goes for another grapple with the big man:
grab (grapple) 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24 damage (constrict) 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 6) + 7 = 16
Squeezing the vines around the human, thorns pricking his skin, Big Ern goes limp as well. -5/22 hp, unconscious The plant let's loose the lifeless body.
Agerron tries to hack into the plant again, but only scratches at the bark.
Pjotr sees his companion and another big body drop to the floor and is frightened enough, to quickly grab his bag and run out into the woods, away from the thing, screaming.
Round 5 remaining:
9 - Branomonrik - up close
5 - Xanda - dead
4 - Majet - hp 4/21, about 15 ft. away
4 - *Plant - badly wounded
3 - Agerron - attack 22, damage 17
Round 6:
12 - Queslin - unconscious, hp -3/25
12 - Big Ern - unconscious, hp -5/22
12 - *Pjotr - fleeing
11 - *Boris - unconscious

DM Sothal |

Again the dwarf widely misses the plant, nearly stumbling on a root while swinging with his hammer.
Majet gets her crossbow out and aims at the trunk, but doesn't get a clear shot in as well.
The hedge 'turns' towards Branomonrik and Agerron next, wrapping the dwarf and human in its vines:
Slam 1 Branomonrik: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25 damage 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (2, 2) + 5 = 9
Slam 2 Agerron: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27 damage 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (3, 6) + 5 = 14
Again it squeezes on his second target, pressing the thorns through the armor:
grab (grapple)1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35 damage (constrict)2d6 + 7 ⇒ (5, 6) + 7 = 18
Once more a man falls to the strong plant.
Round 6 remaining:
9 - Branomonrik - up close, hp 5/14
4 - Majet - hp 4/21, about 15 ft. away
4 - *Plant - badly wounded
3 - Agerron - unconscious, hp -11/21
Round 6:
12 - Queslin - unconscious, hp -3/25
12 - Big Ern - unconscious, hp -5/22
11 - *Boris - unconscious

DM Sothal |

Yeah, it's huge, but slow. Not really a house plant though. Nasty Shambling Mound.
Branomonrik carefully and slowly backs away from the huge hedge, keeping on the defense, while doing so.
Majet's crossbow bolt ricochets of off a branch, but doesn't harm it any further.
With no enemies up close anymore, the plant wraps it's vines around Queslin and Xanda, and drags those two while backing away in the other direction, back into the darkness of the night.
Agerron, Big Ern and Boris are left lying on the ground, bleeding from uncountable tiny wounds.
Agerron and Boris seem in equally bad health, them being closest to death.
Tyr is some miles away, but he might get company, if Dax and maybe another want to make new characters

Branomonrik Assia |

"Oh no you don't!" Bran yells as he channels once more, trying to get close to the fallen, but outside of the plant
Gonna channel to try and hit those on the ground but leave the planet outside of my range. Last channel I think. I'll also move a bit closer to get in charge range next round.
1d6 ⇒ 1
The dice Gods want us dead....

Agerron |

"Oh no you don't!" Bran yells as he channels once more, trying to get close to the fallen, but outside of the plant
Gonna channel to try and hit those on the ground but leave the planet outside of my range. Last channel I think. I'll also move a bit closer to get in charge range next round.
1d6
The dice Gods want us dead....
At least that stabilizes us. FYI, if you can get me back up above 0, I have some uses of CLW as well.

Branomonrik Assia |

Ok Bran is gonna stay close and cast Divin Favor on himself. The the next round he is gonna use Inspiring words upon himself "Ok Bran you can do this" kinda thing then the 3rd round he is gonna do the stupid thing and charge. That should give him an attack of +6 and +1 damage
Charge 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

DM Sothal |

Great, you really want to kill yourself, don't you?
The dwarf strengthens himself with divine magic before charging in on the plant, axe raised high, only to find out that his aim wasn't good enough to really damage the creature.
The hedge again lets go of the corpses it was dragging along, slamming it's vines at Branomonrik:
Slam 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21 damage 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 6) + 5 = 16
Slam 2: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21 damage 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (2, 4) + 5 = 11
Another body drops lifeless to the forests floor.
Only Majet is still up, following the hedge deeper into the forest, away from the 'camp', where her companions lie in their own blood, dead or not far away from it.
Agerron and Big Ern (and Boris) are stable. Majet's at 4hp.
Queslin and Xanda are being dragged away to be devoured, Branomonrik is dead as well.

Majet Greenhill |

Majet looks between the green bush and back the way she came. Deciding that descretion is the better part of Valor she begins to fall back to camp. Dragging Branomorik with her (Assuming the shambler lets her) Once back at camp she serches both injured and dead for anything she can use to try and rouse the others.

DM Sothal |

Once the dwarf lies dead on the ground, the plant grabs the elf and half-elf again and keeps dragging them into the woods.
Searching through the belongings of the dead and injured men, Majet finds enough bandages to at least bind the wounds of the three men left alive.
Boris has three salves in his backpack, but they aren't marked in any way, but luckily Majet knows a thing or two about poisons and such things, and can identify the one salve that has a healing effect.
Treat the salve like a full healing-kit.
I haven't looked too closely, but I didn't find any potions or healing-kits listed on your character-sheets.

DM Sothal |

I'll take those rolls as 'long term care' so two of the three men gain 2 hp per level for a full nights rest. It's 6 hours until dawn as the attack happened shortly after nightfall.
About 3 hours after Majet finds herself in the camp again, Pjotr comes back out of the woods. He sheepishly apologies for leaving you and is delighted to find his companion still alive, if barely.
He keeps being awake with Majet, tending to the wounded and keeping the fire alive.

DM Sothal |

Pharast 19th, Fireday. You are about 36miles southwest of Olegs.
Big Ern: we had your saves for the disease for this day here (link). You are now (with the recovery of the night, doubled due to the salve and all) at -10 to STR. I will roll the effect of the disease later in the (ingame-)day.
About two hours after dawn, on this cool but sunny morning, Agerron awakes from his slumber. His skin tingles from all the tiny wounds the thorns of the hedge opened. His chest aches from the pressure he experienced when the plant slung it's vines around him and squeezed tight.
Pjotr hands him a bowl with water to drink. "Be careful. Drink slow."

Agerron |

Pharast 19th, Fireday. You are about 36miles southwest of Olegs.
Big Ern: we had your saves for the disease for this day here (link). You are now (with the recovery of the night, doubled due to the salve and all) at -10 to STR. I will roll the effect of the disease later in the (ingame-)day.About two hours after dawn, on this cool but sunny morning, Agerron awakes from his slumber. His skin tingles from all the tiny wounds the thorns of the hedge opened. His chest aches from the pressure he experienced when the plant slung it's vines around him and squeezed tight.
Pjotr hands him a bowl with water to drink. "Be careful. Drink slow."
Agerron groans, and then frowns. He tries to remember what happened, and then it all hits him at once. After drinking, he looks around to see who is left. When all he sees is Big Ern and Majet, his heart sinks at all those who were lost. The dwarf, the elf, the half-elf ...
He hands the water bowl back to Pjotr. "My thanks. How are the others?"

DM Sothal |

"They haven't been awake yet. Your big friend is left off worst.
I doubt his illness is getting better... " Pjotr replies.
After yawning he adds: "Majet took care of you most of the night, and I did what I can to help her.
Boris is unconscious but he's not that bad off. I'm sorry I couldn't help your other friends.
That... thing *yawn* dragged Queslin and Xanda away, maybe we could follow that trail..."
The hunter seems worn and not really behind his own idea.

Agerron |

"They haven't been awake yet. Your big friend is left off worst.
I doubt his illness is getting better... " Pjotr replies.
After yawning he adds: "Majet took care of you most of the night, and I did what I can to help her.
Boris is unconscious but he's not that bad off. I'm sorry I couldn't help your other friends.
That... thing *yawn* dragged Queslin and Xanda away, maybe we could follow that trail..."
The hunter seems worn and not really behind his own idea.
"Yes, we will track it down, and we will slay it ... but not today. Nor anytime soon. We are in no condition to do this. Once we are able, we must head back to Oleg's."
Once he's had some food, Agerron spends time in meditation to recover his spell energy. He then uses four clw - one on himself, one on Boris, and two on Big Ern. He saves one slot for an emergency.
1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 41d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 81d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 51d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Big Ern |

Big Ern groans weakly.
"Ungh...I was having the weirdest dream. I was in the Boneyard with Pharasma. I had her bent over a table and I was bangin' the hell out of her when..." The events of last night start to come back to him.
"Leafy Joe. Beardy. Don't tell me that f$@$ing pile of leaves got 'em. Well, shit. Come on, I got to get back to Oleg's place before I'm so weak I can't even lift up my dick to take a leak."
He starts mixing a strength mutagen, moving like an old man.

Agerron |

Big Ern groans weakly.
"Ungh...I was having the weirdest dream. I was in the Boneyard with Pharasma. I had her bent over a table and I was bangin' the hell out of her when..." The events of last night start to come back to him.
"Leafy Joe. Beardy. Don't tell me that f&!!ing pile of leaves got 'em. Well, s&~%. Come on, I got to get back to Oleg's place before I'm so weak I can't even lift up my dick to take a leak."
He starts mixing a strength mutagen, moving like an old man.
"Yeah, afraid so. It also got that rude sorceress. Also seems to have gotten Majet's tongue; she's been silent for a while now.
"I agree, we need to get back to Oleg's as soon as possible. While I don't really like moving in our current state, I'm afraid if we stay the thing'll come back. We need to move."
To Boris, he says, "No, keep your hides. If we'd been able to hit the damned thing, the magic wouldn't've been needed."

DM Sothal |

"Yeah, that was a damn tough one. I hope to never see it again, if it's not dead. Anyone know what it was, actually?" Boris asks, glad to not have lost a major portion of his income, if not his life.
Any plan what to do with the dwarven body?
You now have a surplus of 3 horses, though the hunters don't have mounts.
Also, you have most of the possessions of the lost members of your group (basically anything Queslin and Xanda would have on them in their sleep is lost).