Somer moves away from the create to get some space while he sheaths his dagger.
"Ingrahild Aim for the Opening that Somer came from." Derrik shouts Derrik then moves over towards SOmer
Balmir notices that the hammer doesn't seem to be damaging the plant as much as it should. "Maybe a blade would be better here," he says to himself. He drops the hammer and then pulls the waraxe from the belt loop. The feel of the axe is familiar and it brings a smile to his face. He swings it at the plant.
Unable to hurt the plant with any of his magics, Tam switches to his crossbow.
Ingrahilde swings both axes at the creature.
Between Balmir, Mouser and Ingrahildes simultaneous damage, the plant thing collapses. You can see it is regenerating already, however.
"Maybe we better run?" Egwina says?
"Is there any healing available? I have a potion I can drink if not."
Somer steps up and hits it with a little shard of ice thinking maybe it will stop the regeneration.
"Acid, fire? There is always a way to stop things form growing back. Maybe we just cut it into a few parts?"
If the others decide just to move on Somer will follow.
"Well, this thing is immune to acid. Surprisingly enough, it seems that bludgeoning weapons, like that hammer, will temporarily prevent it from recovering. Fire is probably the best bet for making sure it never rises up again."
Balmir slides the axe back into its loop then recovers the hammer. "This will help?" He swings the hammer at the plant while it is still crumpled to the ground.
"Stupid mundane fire..." mutters Tam as he fumbles around for his flint and steel, normally used to light his pipe, and tries to start a spark so that he can hopefully catch a stick aflame and burn the monstrosity.
HP 41/41
Deflection Aura 5 rds (+2 AC/CMD 20' radius)
Liberation (5 rounds/day) (Su) Act as if you had freedom of movement for 5 rounds/day
channel positive energy 5/5 (DC 14, 3d6)
3rd—prayer, remove curseD
2nd—aid, blessing of courage and life APG (DC 16), weapon of awe APG (DC 16)
1st—liberating command, magic weapon , shield of faith
0 (at will)— detect magic , guidance, sparkAPG (DC 14), virtue
Wand of Cure light wounds 44/50
Wand of Cure light Wounds 50/50
Healers Kit 18/20
Soothe Syrup 2/2
Smoke Stick 1/1
Thunder Stone 2/2
Holy Water 2/2
Crossbow Bolts 15/20
Derrik Touches Somer with a hand glowing with pure white light.
"Milani bless this elf with your energy healing his wounds" Derrik calls upon his power.
"Well that gets rid of the constant burning feeling form the stomach acid. Thank you, that was unpleasant. Sadly, like my lack of prestidigitation, I lack any way to make fire other then a simple tinder. Anyone have a torch?"
He looks around for something that could be burnt to make sure this thing is dead.
'I would hate to leave this thing alive for others to deal with."
Derrik moves over to the torches, snapping his fingers Igniting them all at the same time.
"Just stuff it full of the torches and hope it works?" Derrik turns to the woman with them "Did you know this guardian was here?"
"I've got tinder in my kit here," says Tam. He starts striking flint against an iron bar to make sparks.
"Or, uh, that," he says when Derrik creates his spark.
You manage to burn the pile of leaves, creating quite a bit of smoke, but you should now be safe to walk back through here.
Egwina says to Derik, "I didn't realize it had grown so big. Sorry."
"I see, are you forbidden from harming the guardians here?" Derrik asks while assessing his allies for injuries.
Some studies the creature as it smoulders taking note of how it was healing. He also spends some time simply examining the flaura in the room clearly turning his sharp mind to learning more about plant life.
Balmir glares at the smoldering branches. "Well, that's done. Let's keep moving." He raises his gaze to see the stairs on the other side. "I guess there." He points with his hammer.
"Sounds good to me," says Tam in congenial agreement with Balmir.
"After Derrik's help I am feeling much better and have spells left. It is up to you folks but I can push on. Resting here seems odd."
This large, arched chamber provides a grim contrast to the Vault’s other life-filled rooms. Instead of lush vegetation, a massive briar patch and layers of thick humus form high mounds throughout the room. Hundreds of varieties of fungi choke out any attempt for healthy plants to root, and the air is heavy with the stench of decay. At the chamber’s eastern end, a large, swollen wooden chest sits atop a high mound of compost.
Derrik raises his mace into the air as holy energy pulses out of him healing his group.
"What is this room?" Derrik asks in an amazed voice
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Mouser thanks Derrik for healing him .
Once they enter the chamber, he eyes the swollen chest eagerly, but with some reservation.
"Who leaves a chest on top of a compost heap?" he wonders. "Not that I've ever done this, but you don't expect to go into the master bedroom and find the jewels on a pedestal in the middle of the bed."
Hugging the wall, the moves forward to investigate.
"Druids with a sense of humor?" Derrik asks looking at Ewiga
"I have heard tell of chests that are actually monsters in disguise. Seems far fetched before our recent adventures but now who knows."
"Definitely a trap," says the gnome. His eyebrows wiggle as he watches Mouser carefully circumnavigate the room.
Mouser makes his way quietly along the edge, avoiding the plants and small rodents he occasionally sees darting in and out of a pile of compost.
Derrik follow behind at a distance of 40'
Somer steps into the room and readies an arrow, assuming something is going to jump out at them.
Balmir scans the room and his lip curls in disgust. He spots the chest at the far end of the room and nods at the others' assessment. "Could be a trap, I agree." Watching Mouser move along the wall he adds, "Let's let the little one move up there and see what he finds."
if stepping into the room counts as following then no, I am not. Just wanted to get a sight line.
Quiet as his namesake, Mouser moves along the edge of the wall, apparently unnoticed. He avoids all of the plant life, and makes his way up to the chest.
The large wooden chest atop the eastern mound appears to be actually built into the hillside. To get to it does require a climb up the side of the compost pile (unless you have other means).
Derrik holds back at Balmir's advice.
"Ewiga do you remember what is in the chest?" Derrik asks her quietly
"This must be where your weapons are. Have that little guy bring the treasure back to here."
As soon as Mouser touches the mound of compost, there is a flurry of activity from behind him. Luckily, it does not move quickly, so you have some time to react.
Balmir HP 45/51 AC 23/11/22 +4 vs giant +2 barkskin
Derrik HP 41/41 AC 21/12/19
Mouser HP 36/44 AC 20/17/14
Somer HP 27/31 AC 18/14/14
Tamxander HP 29/32 AC 13/12/11
Ingrahild HP 43/55 AC 18/12/16
Two long vines covered in sharp thorns protrude from what appears to be a massive rotting bundle of barbs that’s topped with a heap of berry-red eyes.
Somer takes a small step forward, avoiding the mounds, and channels some magic into his bow. As he does so he notices it is more effective then in the past. Pulling back her fires two arrows covered in snow at the plant.
"Probably going to have to burn this thing too!"
Unfortunately, both arrows simply pass through the creature.
Given the distance, Tam takes this as one of the rare opportunities to use his small crossbow.