Nutmeg cries out in pain as she begins bleeding profusely. She holds a hand to her body to try to staunch the flow of sap as she zaps the ooze!
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Nutmeg hustles around the melee, moving behind Rashk to tend to his injuries!
Nutmeg pours more healing magic into Illyria.
Nutmeg casts a spell and raises a protector tree beside Illyria and Rashk!
"Nature will have its vengeance!" Nutmeg declares. Unfortunately, the vengeance will be delayed, as her ray of frost goes wide.
Another icy beam flies from the leshy's palm.
Nutmeg keeps her shield up and fires more frost, but this one misses.
Nutmeg raises her shield and fires an icy ray at the orc with the bubbling vial.
Nutmeg nods her thanks to Rashk. "Yes, I am able to proceed. Let us press on and finish what we came here to do." "I am Root!" Root agrees resolutely.
Nutmeg moves up as the stone horse falls, then continues her stride towards the new foes. She electrocutes the rats.
Nutmeg steps up a bit and casts a spell. Suddenly, a tree sprouts from the ground beside Ilyria and Rashk, its branches interposed between them and the stone horse!
Nutmeg fires a ray of frost at the nearest orc before raising her shield.
"We can return to purify this tainted pool once we have the proper magic to do so. In the meantime, destroying the means of accessing it seems to be a prudent course of action," Nutmeg says.
Seeing Rashk in a bad way, Nutmeg enchants a berry with healing magic and hands it to Loki. "Go! Get to him, swiftly!"
Nutmeg takes the hit, her shield splintering under the wolf’s jaws. She zaps it again!
Deciding the best way to defend Rashk is to defeat the wolves, Nutmeg unleashes her lightning on them.
"Get back up!" Nutmeg shouts, healing Rashk's wounds.
She then raises her shield.
Nutmeg casts guidance on Rashk, then follows up with an electric arc between both wolves.
Nutmeg bleeds a little bit more as she burns the next bush in line.
Her bleeding slows and stops.
Nutmeg shakes her head sadly as the plants attack. "Such angry flora! I am sorry for what I must do." She raises her shield as she casts a spell, hurling fire at the most wounded of the enemies.
"Oh, no! This is terrible! The poor plants," Nutmeg says in despair as she makes her way through the blighted area.
The leshy points to the bushes. "Look! There is a wolf carcass over there. It looks like the plants have wrapped around it. We should investigate."
"This blight must be stopped at all costs!" Nutmeg declares! The leshy puts her hands to her chest as her leaves quiver with resolve. "You can count on me." "I am Root!" her familiar agrees, mimicking her gesture.
"Necromancers are a danger to the natural world," Nutmeg says. "If one is active nearby, then I am honor-bound to stop their plots before they can despoil things further."
Nutmeg follows Illyria, stepping over the trip wire. She conjures a ball of flame and hurls it at the bad guy!
"Please allow me to take a look at your injury," Nutmeg says. She rubs some poultices on Baldur's hand to try to help with the poison.
The leshy frowns. "Hmm. I am not certain if that helped. Let me know if you start to feel worse later." She hands Baldur an enchanted berry to help with his wounds before sitting down to meditate and refocus.
Nutmeg holds up a hand to stop Illyria. "Wait. There are tracks here." The leshy kneels down to examine them. "Somebody frequents this place, but they don't go through the front door. The trail goes around the house to the stream. Let's follow it!"
Nutmeg nods as well. "A wise course of action, Illyria. Let us do as you suggest!" "I am Root!" agrees Root, the tiny leshy perched on Nutmeg's shoulder.
Nutmeg struggles through the market and the road. She navigates the alley with aplomb, calms the dog to prevent it from biting her friends, and navigates the turnip field, but the goblin remains just out of reach!
Nutmeg points out the fleeing goblin. "That seems a bit suspicious," she says. "Should we follow?"
Nutmeg casts a spell to zap the boar!
"I am Root!" "Yes, that pig is very angry," Nutmeg agrees. She casts a spell to heal Rashk, then grants him a bit of guidance.
Nutmeg quickly raises her shield in anticipation!
Nutmeg dutifully follows in Baldur's wake. The leshy lets the tiefling do the questioning while she observes the people he is talking to, trying to get a good read on their responses.
"Um... No," Nutmeg says simply.
Nutmeg sniffs the bowl, catching whiffs of a floral scent. "Something unusual was definitely in the porridge. I am not certain what it was, but it could have contributed to his poisoning."
"I will accompany you," Nutmeg says, moving to Baldur's side.
Nutmeg answers the questions in short, simple phrases, not wanting to further add to the sheriff's obvious confusion. "Yes, Root and I would like to help determine who would poison Bort and why. He did not deserve such a fate." "I am Root!" Root agrees.
"I am Root," Root whimpers as he coils around Nutmeg's shoulders. She reaches up to pat the smaller leshy. "I am sad, too, Root. Bort deserved better than such a cruel fate," Nutmeg says. "But we will find out who poisoned him and bring them to justice."
Nutmeg hustles over to assist Baldur!
Nutmeg continues to ineffectually try to calm the crowd.
”Can’t we all just get along?” Nutmeg pleads, though her words fall on deaf ears.
"Perhaps you are right," Nutmeg says to Illyria. "I am used to being ignored or shunned, though. My kind is uncommon in most parts of the Inner Sea region. Many villagers have never had a plant come up to them and start talking! I try my best to observe the local customs, but I do not always get a friendly reception."
Upon arriving in town, Nutmeg accompanies Illyria and tries to gather rumors. Unfortunately, the friendly leshy’s efforts are in vain. ”Was it something I said?” she asks sadly as another citizen gives her the cold shoulder. ”I am Root!” her familiar says with a shrug, rolling up onto Nutmeg’s shoulder.
”You look the worse for wear, friend Baldur,” Nutmeg says. She reaches into her leaves and pulls forth a ripe, juicy berry. ”Eat this. It will help.”
Nutmeg shocks the wolf once more, with feeling!
Nutmeg avoids the worst of the acid blast. She sends more lightning at the unnatural wolf!
Nutmeg once again sends lightning arcing from her fingertips while keeping her shield raised.
"The beasts of the forest have gone feral!" Nutmeg cries. Root squeaks and hurries to her side as the leshy raises her shield and casts a spell, causing lightning to arc between the two smaller wolves!
Perhaps the most unusual member of the caravan is the leshy who calls herself Nutmeg. A short humanoid being made of leaves and bark, her body has a vaguely feminine appearance. Her face is devoid of feature save for a pair of black eyespots and a pair of juicy berries that dangle on the sides of her head like earrings. She rides atop the wagon, arms spread to absorb the sunlight. She breathes deeply of the cool forest air. Nutmeg's companion is an even smaller leshy that resembles a tiny bundle of roots. The roots can coalesce into a humanoid form, and he is often seen tumbling and playing with the fox cub, Loki. "I am Root!" the leshy familiar says happily as he plays.
Nutmeg cautiously emerges from his hiding spot, clutching a scroll. "I was going to cast that spell to bury the hatchet but it all happened so fast. We won? Is everybody okay?"
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