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"Don't be scared little Opo. You've got plenty of friends here. We just need to stick together!"
"Whatever is that sound? I've not heard it's like before."
"Hopefully they all remembered to put seeds down before they came to the Carnival. They'll regrow in no more then a week if they did!" the Ghoran suggests helpfully.
"Well lets not just stand around staring at the thing! Mister Opo, quick, use that fire of yours!‽! Let's put that thing to the torch."
Jan yells to the others as they flee from the angry greenery "Let that be a lesson to you. Never make a tree mad. Remember that when next you urn around with your an axe." "Well, let us get these sprouts somewhere safe and find the next abomination. Where next? This 'Titan's wheel, maybe?"
Jan starts shouting at as it sees the beginnings of Tamar's spell "No no no! Don't do that! Flesh magics don't work on a green mind!"
Jan pauses in its flight, respires deeply (not that anyone can tell), and mentally commands the swarm to turn back around and crawl back over the Quickwood. It's a small act of botanical betrayal - but the best it can do in the moment.
Jan peeks out meekly from the woods, just long enough to cast stabilize upon their bleeding fairy ally. The spiders continue to crawl, moving off the behemoth.
Quite wounded, Jan withdraws to the relative safety of the treeline (really - who can pick it out among all the other ones?). The spiders crawl in the direction of the tree, swarming over it.
Reread the fear ability. It requires spell resistance interaction and a standard action.
It can only pull 10' per cmb check. Huge does not imply slow, but this one is slow. In general, a CR of party level + 3 (like this case) is considered an epic fight.
FWIW, I believe the flame arrows will still do physical damage even if the creature is immune to fire, unless the creature has DR vs. physcal attacks as well.
. Most creatures have a very marked reaction to fear. They might howl, yell, hiss, raise their hair in hackles, or even lose control of their bladders. Jan's reaction is unique. In burst of panic, it begins shedding spiders from its leaves and limbs in a rapid rain. "Um, go, go that way friends! Get them" the ghoran urges its vomited swarm in Sylvan as the spiders crawl towards the Quickwood.
"Oh my my! That's very big, and very unhappylooking. Errrmmm... maybe there is a way around it?" The Ghoren starts backing up from the monster.
Jan looks alarmed. It starts heading through the woods, practically going through the trees. It stops when it realizes the others can stride as easily through the woodlands. "Um, I think we can go this way friends!"
Jan waves some branches. "Hey kids, if you come over here I have all sorts of fun things to play with... grubs, spiders, ants, creepies, crawlies. I've got a really pretty beetle right here." It pulls a particularly iridescent beetle from among the critters swarming through its leaves. "Come take a look, then you can go on the slay ride later."
Jan frowns at Opo. "How can you mammals eat any of that disgusting offal? Especially after having been handled by that pig-fey thing. " It shakes its leaves in disbelief. "At least you could mix it with some proper loam." It considers the suggestions for where to travel next. "I'm not sure what a Slay is, but it doesn't sound healthy to go on a Slay Ride. Still, propaly no worse then any other of the horrors around this wicked place."
Jan shouts frantically at the people at the table - are they even aware of the battle, one wonders? "Run fleshy ones! Run away from the table! It's going to explode!" Not wasting any more breath, the ghoran moves to stab the pig-man.
Jan yelps in pain. Quickly looking to recover, it whirls around and stabs at the porker. The cold iron longspear bites at the creatures rotund rolls of flesh.
Jan stops, children.
The ghoran is mildly scorched by the hot pie. Rustling its leaves in consternation, it begins skirting the pig man to get in a better position.
Jan frowns in concentration as the others approach the grisly scene. "Oh my, oh my. Now don't go rushing in, Aleon! Be careful! Your too soft right now to be hurt!" It pats him on the back before it can get too far away; where its hand touches, thick bark grows and covers the skin, until it covers the ogre with barkskin.
Upon hearing Koddast's lament, Jan says "We might not be able to convince them, but I am determined to try!" Jan shouts to the crowd. "Excuse me, we hate to interrupt your canni... uh, canny attempts at winning the eating competition, but you are eating pe.. errr, peach and cherry pies that may have been tampered with. I, however, am a healer and if you come over here right now I may be able to help you."
"We must hurry! Those poor, poor people... look at those ones eating their companions!" Jan gestures at the pie eating contest, the leaves quivering on her branches."Let us save those folk first!"
Jan drinks the potions, and begins hiccuping. Repeatedly. "Huh I don't think it was..."hic"...made for..."hic"...ghorans. It tastes good though."
Jan tut-tuts at Tamar. "Even if they aren't "your people", you can't just ignore this. If you let a fire rage in the forest, even if it doesn't scorch your grove immediately its likely as not to burn it down eventually"
"Can you stop beating around the bush and answer Tamar's question." Jan rustles her branches, exasperated. "What is this terror you're going on about?"
"Sorry about that, Sir Snail. Aleon's a good sort - ummm, he's the ogre - he's just a bit on edge after all the dead bodies we have seen today. Not very normal 'tall. And Mr. Opo here is very nice too; we're all just friendly creatures. Yep! Although... Opo does play with fire a bit too much, that does make me a wee bit nervous. And he is a little rambunctious, especially, when he gets around his friends, or is lighting fireworks. Errr.. what was I talking about? Oh yes, we would love to see Lady Syntari. There are some sort of nasty unseelie called frost chiselers loose, and a magical flower besides. It's all very complicated and confusing."
"Oh... uh, like that one?" Jan points to the creature in front of them. "I wouldn't use magic on that thing. It might go poorly, very poorly, yes yes." It readies its longspear in case the creature turns hostile. literal and figurative ready:
"Oh no!" The ghoran bends down dabs some onto its fingers, sniffing the slime. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"Do you hear those trees? How chatty! They're talking about secrets of fey magic - as if the know anything! Pay them no mind, you hear? I have a few cousins that shake their branches a lot in gossip but even they don't tell such bold faced lies!"
Jan rustles its branches. "Now now... illusion magic doesn't work that way. These folks are well and truly frozen. We might find a way to free them, but maybe not." It pets a spider as it crawls over a branch. "We must stop this evil, but we must be practical too. We should focus on the living."
Jan shakes its branches in worry. "I have met some funny creatures in my day - little humanoids, people who looked like rock, monkeys that talked. I have never seen anything like that before. I'm not sure I like going to human "carnivals"
The spiritual weapon regally, predictably, swings again at the imaged gnome.
Jan starts circling around and stabs out with its longspear at the fighting chiseler - the ghoran attacks to aid Aleon's next strike.
Jan steps back and lays a hand on the Aleon.
The scimitar of force swing again.
"But you're so tiny! Just like a sapling, not an old beat up Ghoran like me!" Jan replies. The scimitar of force swings at the gnome facing Aleon.
The ghoran then steps closer and pokes at the chisler with its longspear.
Jan looks surpried that such a well placed hit should fail. She quickly summons a floating scimitar of force.
The ghoran unlimbers a spear and rushes to help the beleagured Aleon. Hold on, we're coming friend!
The Ghoran idly suns itself as the the gnomes and ogres (studies in opposites?) harass one another.
"Kortos is known for such creatures - perhaps they brought it from the slave markets on that island. They are cunning and intelligent - it is strange to see one caged here. I thought the Andoran's despised enslaving of sentient creatures. Although, perhaps they only care if it is their own species."
"Is that the fey queen? Why does a fey queen care about the nobles of this world?? The ghoran ponders, confused, until it gives a yelp of "Maybe she can tell us!"
The Ghoren frowns disapprovingly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk; nasty, nasty, nasty! Those poor people. It could have been worse, I suppose; they could have been eating a salad! Still, eating their own kind must have done terrible things to their minds."
Jan shudders a bit as tge goblin blabbers on about fire.
lots of knowledge roll:
"It's a pretty flower! I wish I was related to something like that." Jan admires it for a few moments. "I think I have a cousin who lives in this forest; he told me that they have lots of fey in these woods who favor illusions. Perhaps it is from one of them. Perhaps your faerie friend knows something about it." Jan suggests to Aleon.
Jan lets the spiders crawl back on itself. "You cant have a healthy plant if the roots are sick, and those roots were very sick!". The ghoran shakes its branches in disapproval. "Let me take a look at the wounds" it says as it pulls its own healing supplies.
"Why I am a ghoran. From a seed I came, and to a seed I'll return"
There is the sound of thousands of popping bodies as the spiders get caught in wash of the goblin's bomb - but still enough to form a coherent swarm. "Crawl my pretties!" Jan concentrates and directs his little spider minions crawl en masse behind the wicked man.
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