Bupkis goes back to looking at the plants around him. "Pretty flowers!", he murmurs, as if in a trance.
Menrozzar roars in anger and charges forward, cold iron falchion drawn, to try and cut Scrabbler free.
Ivan uses the daily power from his hammer to enlarge hhimself and takes a step towards the plant.
Daseem found the jungle-cum-garden to be a marvel albeit one that left him feeling cold despite the warmth. This wasn't made for the likes of him, he wasn't welcome, none of them where. As he was thinking these gloomy thoughts, scrabbler got eaten and then pandemonium broke loose.
A warcry rose in his throat, "Gorum!" and he surged forwards with Menrozzar, swinging his oversized sword in a great arc into the thing that ate scrabbler!
Scrabbler's muffled screams went abruptly silent.
Amira starts reciting an encouraging verse about a heroic battle.
While Bupkis still enjoys the beauty of the vegetation and the colorful birds and insects living in it and Ivan rpepares for some serious action, Menrozzar and Daseem charge into the fight.
One of the appendages of the plant lashes out at Menrozzar, but fails to hurt him. The falchion is stopped by the thick bark in turn. Daseem comes in after the armored companion, and cuts into the trunk of the thing.
The plant returns the favor with a series of attacks. But Daseem is lucky.
Bupkis looks up from the botanical delights of the garden, and realizes he is all alone. He rushes to catch up with everyone else, heading towards the sounds of battle.
Menrozzar hacks away at the plant with the falchion.
Ivan moves with the grace and power of a large hill, slamming his hammer towards the thing. But the new size is a little unusual for him, and throws his balance off slightly.
Ivan looks impressive and the hammer makes the plant, that is still bigger than ivan, shake. But it leaves no visible damage. Menrozzar on the other side adds an even deeper cut than last time, but the plant looks like it can take a lot more.
Daseem circles round the plant hoping to flank it with Menrozzar. Chopping at this thing felt like trying to fell a tree. "Should-a brought an axe!" he growled as he swung!
The plant lashes out at Daseem as he moves around but misses. Daseem adds another cut to the mean vegetable. That's what you get for not eating your vegetables. They grow up and eat you.
The fierce creature shares it's attention between all three attackers. But it gets only a hold of Menrozzar, hurting and grabbing him.
Scrabbler feels like being digested.
Ivan slams his hammer towards the oversized flytrap, and when the thing goes to bite him, he slams his armored forhead into its "jaw".
Daseem grunts with effort as he sends six feet of naked steel slicing at the giant pitcher plant with a rising cut, aiming to lop bits of it's foliage off!
Bupkis finds Amira, Daseem, Ivan and Menrozzar fighting a large plant, which seemed to be trying to digest something. He shoots a crossbow bolt at it, and then closed to melee, pulling out his dagger.
"Where Scrabbler?", he asks.
Ivan hands the plant a double serving. It doesn't look very well anymore after that treatment. Daseem adds to that. The plant looks as if it will topple over if you add another straw. Bupkis shoots into the green sending a few birds fleeing into the air.
Menrozzar, grabbed by the plant, doesn’t bother with the falchion. He drops it from his hands and tears into the plant with his claws.
Menrozzar brings the tendriculos down. But as all take a deep breath, you see how the wounds where the sap flows out of the plant start closing with tremendous speed.
Besides there is the issue o fScrrabbler still being stuck inside.
Realizing that Scrabbler may be inside the monstrous plant, Bupkis desperately tries to cut it open.
Ivan finds the most central spot on the plant, and slams his hammer into it with both hands,
Ivan makes sure the plant is dead and stays dead. Vital parts of it are nothing but sludge. One only hopes Scrabbler wasn't in that part of the plant.
Bupkis digs for his kin in there and after a few seconds that feel like forever he pull sout the limp body of the goblin. His strong green complexion is bleached to a sickly green.
The plant stays indeed dead. Even after a minute, when Scrabbler wakes up the plant still stays dead and makes no attempt at healing again.
Bupkis exclaims, "Scrabbler! Scrabbler can't die!"
Using his special special powers, he heals his fellow goblin, urgently trying to revive him.
Daseem watched Bupkis pull Scrabbler out of the plant's stomach? Did plants have stomachs?! This was so strange and there was a lump in his throat as he realized the little one might be dead. Bupkis did what he could to save Scrabbler and with a start Daseem realized he should be helping too. He got the wand out and treated some of the burns.
Scrabbler eventually shook off the stiffness with a wimper. His new skin was bright green and healthy looking, but his eyes were wild and traumatized.
"Bad plant eats me." he whispered.
Not knowing what to say, Daseem gently pats Scrabbler on the back before taking a good look around.
Daseem turns around and starts poking through the wreckage of the plant with his sword, looking for anything of interest.
The anatomy of the plant doesn't seem to have an exit. Either it pukes out the inedible parts of it's food, or everything remains there until it is properly digested. As a result the inside of the plant is filled with unfathomable sludge that might have been everything. But a few shiny things stick out on closer inspection. A few gold coins and a silverish dagger have weathered the strong acid inside the stomach.
Ivan, still large, uses one of his javelins to try and push the dagger out of the sludge.
When he hears reports of shinies in the plant, Bupkis tries to cut the thing open with his kinetic blade.
So everyone stand around the remains of the plant poking with pointy tools at it but no one dares touching it.
Bupkis looks into the inside of the plant, and tries to move the dagger with telekinesis.
After a while of fiddling around with different means, the plant is dissected and all the valueables are on the ground on the jungle besides the withering corpse.
The coins sum up to 14 gold.
Menrozzar attempts to figure out what the dagger is.
”This dagger is made of Mithral. It is as strong as steel, but half the weight. It also has similar properties to silver, so could be a weapon against werewolves and the like.”
Hmph Ivan says, nodding in agreement with Menny
Good eye lad, pick it up an' lets be on our way, for anotha' plant what decides to try an' make us its dinner again.
Bupkis agrees, "Let's go door on other side," and moves across towards the stairs to the southern balcony.
Moving on into the the hollow tree and through the door in there, you come into a long narrow corridor. Numerous flowers cling to the myriad vines and creepers growing over every inch of this curving corridor. A powerful bouquet of competing floral fragrances floats throughout the enclosed space.
Daseem looked at the stinking gloop and the shiny dagger. He glanced at his sword now that was what Gorum intended... Shrugging he turned his back on the mess and walked towards the hollow tree and walked through the door. The cloying scent of the exotic plants within made him sneeze and he stopped to splutter, "Ugh get's right up my n-n-noose, ATCHOO!"
BLEH, I'd say, smells prissier than any elf I've ever smelt.
"Wonderful blossoming, isn't it?" Amira tries to play over her lack of knowledge about the specifics of the plants.
Bupkis agrees, "Flowers pretty! Bupkis would put flowers in hair, but he doesn't have any hair."
He advances along the corridor, stopping frequently to look at the floral display.
Menrozzar grabs the dagger, and tucks it behind his belt, since no one else seemed interested in it. He gave Scrabbler the coins to carry.
Looking at the plants, Menrozzar sighs and says, "More plants, then. How wonderful."
Just as Menrozzar sighs his sarcastic comment the plants send an explosion of pollen to fill up the whole corridor.
Menrozzar coughs and sneezes as the pollen fills the corridor. "Cursed plants! Let's cut them down!"
Ivan looks around at the pollen filled air, unfazed save for a mild itching in the back of his throat. He swings his hammer to start smashing the presumptuous plants.