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Roll call, who is still here besides me and Edwin?
Tree will reach down and sign its name in to the book, one of many it has had. Bob Bobertson the third.
If tree could feel the concept of humor, it is sure it would have found that statement to cause the aforementioned cognitive process. As it was it was ready to get on with the plumbing of the ancient knowledge's well... knowledge.
The tree reaches in yo his pack and tosses the required amount on the table. If nothing else this should be informative.
The tree has had enough of the annoyance it currently feels towards the slowness of his companions. Continuing with his pet furry rat thing he continues down the hall to the right.
The mass of bark and fiber that is the being tree grows tired of waiting for its companions to stop gawking at the door and does the first impulsive thing it has done in a while. It shoves itself through the door.
Continues to wait to see if Hiru suddenly dies a painful death.
The intelligence of wood and fiber continues to wait to see how this will turn. Marveling at the lack of sudden attack from the Jags.
Tree stands prepared to run if this turns south.
Tree follows behind, pushing its bulk through the opening.
The mass of bark and twigs approximates a shrug.
Tree waits to see what the others decide to do, something about flesh sacks requiring periods of inactivity.
Tree moves on towards his goal.
Musing on the nature of the situation, the ambulatory arboreal abomination watches the conversation. Noting the man's philosophical view and easing a bit. If the man was truly of the brotherhood he would pose no overt threat, although talk of the knights added worry for his companions. Thankfully most of the different groups in the area did not bother with plant life.
The sentient mass of carbon warrily moves its way towards the man, not trusting anything or anyone that could tuen back evolutions mighty progression.
The tree being forces its will upon the rat beast. Run far and run fast little fur flesh, this command will run till it is out of sight. Once that tree can break its connection and resume its activities, waiting to see if the others continue or then back.
The mass of bark and leaves tries to stealthily sneak up on the rat thing eating the new crab companion, that thing felled him much quicker than the tree had expected. It was time the plant being acted to save these new companions, they may still prove useful at a later date.
With all the grace of a bull elephant on a dump truck the tree thing reaches out and attempts to get a grip on the wee little beasty, hungry tendrils attempt to borrow in to the creatures nervous system so as to override the brains control of the body.
Sadly I don't know anything about the crab's powers and vice versa so.... Hiru, your gonna have to waste a turn using panacea. Too bad you chose warrior and not white mage.
The mass of wood and leaves continues to inflate his external escape mechanism while making sure to pet his new acquisition fondly. If they held out long enough he should be able to take the rat thing with him. If only he had gone in first, the creatures may have been more susceptible if they had not been distracted by the fleshy ones advance.
The tree will reach down and pet the critter that has come running to him while he continues to inflate his balloon. Poor beasts must be hungry. Maybe a swarm could be collected and used.
That tree mentally prepares itself once again to allow its new companions to be eaten by the dangers of the waste. Such brazen actions in this foul land will surely lead to their downfall. A slow hiss begins to build up as the tree being begins to inflate his gas bag.
The gnarly mass of bark and leaf watches as the newcomers show, taking note of the slung musket a,,nd wondering if the softer of the two had some hidden weapon or glow fueled power. Though he did not fear the creatures he would stay still, maybe they would eat the others and leave him alone.
Sounds good. Run in to a separately paid group doing the same job makes sense. Also Chuck is correct, it is 1d6 per point of con at the start. I just followed hiru without looking myself.
Ok, I have given hobbes enough of a wait. I think we have lost him.
Tree stops to watch what is happening, maybe this bubble will do something interesting... or maybe the fleshy creature will make a new friend to yammer on to.
The Tree continues walking, ignoring the odd sound. If it turns out to be dangerous it could always hide among its kin here.
The tree thing ignores the constant barrage of oddness coming from his new companion. It now had something to do, add to that it was getting yet more of those currency things. All in all this should keep it occupied for a few weeks, maybe. With a grown of limbs and a purpose of motion the tree starts its long march towards its new target. One thought coursed along every inch of this plant's being, This better be interesting.
The tree waits for the others to ask questions while it quietly points at no on its sign.
The tree strips off a portion of cardboard and writes in a yes and a no. Holding it up he points to yes with another branch and waits.
That tree accepts the scroll from the ten-pointed. Without any sign of understanding it runs a soft branch a crossed the page and then places it in a sack held in its branches. Following along with the others it listens calmly as the "Hiru" continues his constant stream of odd sayings and terminology for everything. When given paint and a cardboard it suddenly becomes animated, whipping around its specialized ranches and began lovingly crafting a sign before attaching it proudly to a branch and placing it in the are. It reads "BORED.
Not having handy dirt to write in, that tree ponders the odd actions of sapient animal creatures. It does not try to decide on the nature of the walrus as such things are beyond the scope of its caring.
The tree runs a specialized branch over the paper, reading the page by the rise of the ink. Suddenly it whips the branch down and starts scrabbling more words in the dirt. "I have not met one of your kind, you are interesting. May I study you?"
The tree begins to scratch a new message in to the hard clay, "Thank you, if he does not have work for me I will be back to mix drinks." at which point the tree starts heading his slow meandering way towards the largest building he saw floating over the city.
Nearly four meters of plant seems to materialize in the doorway with a groaning noise, branch and trunk and root strain to twist in to a mass that can make it through the door. After what sounds like an eternity, the tree gives up and plants itself in the clay dirt outside. This societal interaction was going to be more difficult than it originally planned for. For now it would stand, a mighty willow in this town, waiting for something to come near enough to interact with. In the ground it begins to carve out a message that reads "Bored, give me a job please."
After an hour of puzzling it over, I can not think of one thing that I could possibly justify a sentient ambulatory mass of branches could possibly use. It just seems so self sufficient, also the lack of truly manipulative appendages aside from two specialized "Tentacle" vines and the natural ac higher than any armor at this level kind of precludes me from using combat equipment. May just collect domar and be mostly pacifistic, actually fits the power set.
Difficult finding a plant icon that isn't man shaped for some reason. So, how are we handling starting dromar? |