Jarlas' efforts to reason with the Wicked Wort seems to have some effect, but that may be because it is severely wounded and being blasted by a gust of wind. It does not seem to have the energy to regain its position.
Hari revitalizes the Dryad with a word of bardic healing. She is able to hold on weakly as he brings her over on Sea Spray's back. Dathyra and Entropy come closer to Jarlas and the Wicked Wort.
Shanareen approaches Jarlas. She puts her hand of the trident.. "It is time to reclaim my tree. I can only do that during its transition from life to death."
She turns Hari, "I will have battle for its soul and clear it of its madness and convince it to join with me once more."
And finally to Dathyra, "If the transition happens quickly and I can return it to reason and convince it join with me once more then we will need to be brought back across the veil. to the living."
Shanareen moves to the Wicked Wort. It begins to struggle to right itself and resist. "We won't have long, " She looks at Jarlas' "You must be strong and decisive Knight of the Ancients" to all of the rest. "I will need all of your help." She waits for a nod from Jarlas' and then puts her hand upon an open wound on the Wicked Wort and merges with the Tree.
Moving forward with Shanareen and giving my nod I shift the line of wind upwards so she can reach the Wort unimpeded. As her form enters I strike out with my trident at the same wound. While striking I say “E mālama i ka Mālamalama. E mālama i ka Mālamalama. E mālama i kāu pono iho. E lilo i ka Mālamalama.” Each word growing louder until I am shouting.
(Two two handed attacks my last smite will go into the fist attack that hits. Taking attacks with advantage because I think it’s still prone unless I missed something.)
Attack: 25 Damage: 8 piercing 11 radiant
Attack: 21 Damage: 7 piercing 12 radiant
As I’m guessing the first one hits Ignore the radiant damage on the second strike.
Jarlas' strike is confident and true, straight into the Heartwood. Calling upon the Fey, he imbues the strike with radiant damage. Green crackling energy flows from his tattoos along the trident and into the Wort. As the Fey energy hits the tree it spreads along its surface and burns away the blackened bark and the septic sap. The crackling energy begins to dissipate and the Wort stands much smaller than before, much like an ordinary tree swathed in green crackling energy.
Harivaldr considered the wort carefully. Shanareen was still in great danger if things didn't go well, if the Wicked Wort continued its rampage. He was running on magical fumes now, but he still had to do something. Perhaps, he thought, it could be made docile, made to listen to the dryad.
He had to try.
He sheathed his longsword and drew forth his dulcimer, the instrument mercifully spared in all the impacts he'd taken. Gently plucking a few strings, Harivaldr sang "Megi þetta mynstur færa þér frið, til að halda andanum rólegum..." It was hardly his best work, but with any luck the magic would give Shanareen an easier time expelling the corruption.
Harivaldr didn't wait long after Jarlas made his strike, but he went to work with his dulcimer. Plucking out a simple yet beguiling tune he began weaving a pattern of magic and music that lulled the tree from its struggle. [Wisdom 12 ]
Over and over he repeated the tune and the tree began to sway bit by bit with the music. At last the Wort was in rhythm with the tune and hopefully more amenable to Shanareen.
The shimmering fey energy around the tree, where once it seemed to be held at bay, is now absorbed into its interior. The tree appears smaller but as beautiful as one would expect of the Fey. The colors of the tree start to turn grey and a great many leaves fall from the branches. The magic that was absorbed was able to bind Shanareen to her tree. Perhaps in their last moments they would be together again. The color continues to diminish and the leaves continue to drop one by one.
Perhaps unknown to your small group, several townsfolk and forest tribefolk have gathered to form a circle around you and the tree. They watch in silence as the leaves drop.
Dropping my trident to the ground I look the tree over hands poised above it. "We are not familiar with surface plants. Is it dead? Can we bring it back yet?" I look up at Daythra eyes looking slightly panicked.
Chilled winds blew through the air, and it made the chill within Dathyra feel colder. This really couldn't be the end, she thought, and Shanareen seemed sure that death was not final, it just couldn't be the way this ended.
Life came from a will to live, the acolytes of Lathander had taught her. Nothing dies unless it loses the will to live. Sometimes, Dathyra had her doubts about that. If that were true, it would mean...well, she chose not to think about that. After all, hadn't she been on the brink of death and brought back unexpectedly because of her own sheer will not to leave those she loved behind? Perhaps and perhaps not, but she had to try.
Dathyra stepped forward toward the tree, it's rage now abetted, as leaves continued to fall down. Elves had always had a special affinity for nature, but Dathyra had abandoned her old beliefs and renounced the gods of her people. Would nature still listen to her now? She rested her head against the trunk of the tree, bringing up every ounce of will she had in her. Life came from a will to live, and she would provide that will if necessary. If anything else, Shanareen and the tree were united again. That was better than nothing. What she herself wouldn't have given to have lives lost to her restored. But, even if she could not bring them back, they were united, and that was all that mattered. "Live..." she said in a breathless whisper, calling on Lathander, the Seldarine, and any other force that would listen.
[I'm going to take a guess and go with Spare the Dying for this one].
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Lvl 2 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Platinum Plated Keys
Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
Harivaldr got quiet when he saw the way the tree was wilting. He couldn't look Jarlas in the eye, and he wasn't the sort to lie about this sort of thing. When Dathyra stepped forward he couldn't help giving her a hopeful glace, and though his abilities as a skald were drawing empty, he kept plucking his impromptu lullaby. Right now it was the only help he could give, and so he would give it, and pray it made a difference.
Seeing the elf begin to revive the tree Jarlas feat he’s out as well. Tattoos flaring once again he touches the bark and the energy flows into the tree.
Dathyra sees the Wort and Shanareen arefading. She has to do something. She approaches the tree and puts her hands upon it and tries to reach Shanareen. She implores them both to live, calling upon her connections to Lathander and her ancestors.
Jarlas takes a place beside Dathyra at the tree and imbues it with healing from the Ancients. Hari continues to honor the moment and inspire their efforts.
The leaves stop falling and some color seems to return to the Wort. It is a fragile looking tree that stands before them with a handful of leaves among its branches.
The gathering of townsfolk and tribefolk around the Wort are quiet. Some are worried, others hopeful. They are a battered lot, the survivors of the assault on the town. Darla and Durven are present but Joseph is not. Durven looks grim, heavy is his heart for a lost brother. Darla looks grateful to have Durven. Sen and Merric look a little worse for wear and a little confused about what happened. Entropy is beside the dire wolverine with a wounded Nozamara. She has her mother in her arms, providing what comfort she can. It is time for her to return home.
Everyone waits.
Shanareen finally steps gingerly from the tree and looks around at all gathered in grateful surprise.
She addresses everyone present, "I don't not have long for I am needed with the tree. We have much healing to do. We are one, again. We are grateful to you. We shall spend the remainder of winter in hibernation and henceforth we will no longer keep ourselves separate from the Northwoods inhabitants. We owe you much and we will do all in our power to safeguard the peoples of the Northwoods."
Shanareen bows her head to the trio beside the tree. "Sir Knight and protector of the Ancient, please take this with you on your travels so that you may remember me and know that you have my favor." She blushes slightly and hands Jarlas a silken scarf that radiates magic.
"Harivaldr, a dwarven skald, you are a Herald of the Fey now. They will all recognize your song and what you did here today." She hands Hari a finely crafted wooden flute. It is simple but beautiful. (It radiates magic as well)
"Dathyra, child of Lathandar and blood of Sylvan, you have brought us out of the dark and have given us new life. You can walk in both worlds." She hands Dathyra a Druidic staff, which somehow feels right in her hands.
Shanareen bows once more to everyone present and merges with her tree.
[[ This ends The Hunted. Thank you SO Much for bringing this story together. I am continually impressed by what good storytellers you are and grateful to have collaborated with you on this.
The Search for Accertep (he got away) is the next Chapter-- it is on TBD basis. I need some time to decompress and then to compress again. If you are interested, I will send a message out in a month or two.
[No Worries ]
Jarlas' efforts to reason with the Wicked Wort seems to have some effect, but that may be because it is severely wounded and being blasted by a gust of wind. It does not seem to have the energy to regain its position.
Hari revitalizes the Dryad with a word of bardic healing. She is able to hold on weakly as he brings her over on Sea Spray's back. Dathyra and Entropy come closer to Jarlas and the Wicked Wort.
Shanareen approaches Jarlas. She puts her hand of the trident.. "It is time to reclaim my tree. I can only do that during its transition from life to death."
She turns Hari, "I will have battle for its soul and clear it of its madness and convince it to join with me once more."
And finally to Dathyra, "If the transition happens quickly and I can return it to reason and convince it join with me once more then we will need to be brought back across the veil. to the living."
Shanareen moves to the Wicked Wort. It begins to struggle to right itself and resist. "We won't have long, " She looks at Jarlas' "You must be strong and decisive Knight of the Ancients" to all of the rest. "I will need all of your help." She waits for a nod from Jarlas' and then puts her hand upon an open wound on the Wicked Wort and merges with the Tree.
[What do you do?]
Jarlas
Moving forward with Shanareen and giving my nod I shift the line of wind upwards so she can reach the Wort unimpeded. As her form enters I strike out with my trident at the same wound. While striking I say “E mālama i ka Mālamalama. E mālama i ka Mālamalama. E mālama i kāu pono iho. E lilo i ka Mālamalama.” Each word growing louder until I am shouting.
(Two two handed attacks my last smite will go into the fist attack that hits. Taking attacks with advantage because I think it’s still prone unless I missed something.)
Attack: 25 Damage: 8 piercing 11 radiant
Attack: 21 Damage: 7 piercing 12 radiant
As I’m guessing the first one hits Ignore the radiant damage on the second strike.
Jarlas' strike is confident and true, straight into the Heartwood. Calling upon the Fey, he imbues the strike with radiant damage. Green crackling energy flows from his tattoos along the trident and into the Wort. As the Fey energy hits the tree it spreads along its surface and burns away the blackened bark and the septic sap. The crackling energy begins to dissipate and the Wort stands much smaller than before, much like an ordinary tree swathed in green crackling energy.
Harivaldr considered the wort carefully. Shanareen was still in great danger if things didn't go well, if the Wicked Wort continued its rampage. He was running on magical fumes now, but he still had to do something. Perhaps, he thought, it could be made docile, made to listen to the dryad.
He had to try.
He sheathed his longsword and drew forth his dulcimer, the instrument mercifully spared in all the impacts he'd taken. Gently plucking a few strings, Harivaldr sang "Megi þetta mynstur færa þér frið, til að halda andanum rólegum..." It was hardly his best work, but with any luck the magic would give Shanareen an easier time expelling the corruption.
Hypnotic Pattern DC: 14 WIS save.
Harivaldr didn't wait long after Jarlas made his strike, but he went to work with his dulcimer. Plucking out a simple yet beguiling tune he began weaving a pattern of magic and music that lulled the tree from its struggle. [Wisdom 12 ]
Over and over he repeated the tune and the tree began to sway bit by bit with the music. At last the Wort was in rhythm with the tune and hopefully more amenable to Shanareen.
The shimmering fey energy around the tree, where once it seemed to be held at bay, is now absorbed into its interior. The tree appears smaller but as beautiful as one would expect of the Fey. The colors of the tree start to turn grey and a great many leaves fall from the branches. The magic that was absorbed was able to bind Shanareen to her tree. Perhaps in their last moments they would be together again. The color continues to diminish and the leaves continue to drop one by one.
Perhaps unknown to your small group, several townsfolk and forest tribefolk have gathered to form a circle around you and the tree. They watch in silence as the leaves drop.
Jarlas
Dropping my trident to the ground I look the tree over hands poised above it. "We are not familiar with surface plants. Is it dead? Can we bring it back yet?" I look up at Daythra eyes looking slightly panicked.
Chilled winds blew through the air, and it made the chill within Dathyra feel colder. This really couldn't be the end, she thought, and Shanareen seemed sure that death was not final, it just couldn't be the way this ended.
Life came from a will to live, the acolytes of Lathander had taught her. Nothing dies unless it loses the will to live. Sometimes, Dathyra had her doubts about that. If that were true, it would mean...well, she chose not to think about that. After all, hadn't she been on the brink of death and brought back unexpectedly because of her own sheer will not to leave those she loved behind? Perhaps and perhaps not, but she had to try.
Dathyra stepped forward toward the tree, it's rage now abetted, as leaves continued to fall down. Elves had always had a special affinity for nature, but Dathyra had abandoned her old beliefs and renounced the gods of her people. Would nature still listen to her now? She rested her head against the trunk of the tree, bringing up every ounce of will she had in her. Life came from a will to live, and she would provide that will if necessary. If anything else, Shanareen and the tree were united again. That was better than nothing. What she herself wouldn't have given to have lives lost to her restored. But, even if she could not bring them back, they were united, and that was all that mattered. "Live..." she said in a breathless whisper, calling on Lathander, the Seldarine, and any other force that would listen.
[I'm going to take a guess and go with Spare the Dying for this one].
Lvl 2 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Platinum Plated Keys
Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
Lvl 1 - Geth Hornraven - Human Wizard - Lost Mine of Phandelver
DM - Imela: The Adventure Begins
Harivaldr got quiet when he saw the way the tree was wilting. He couldn't look Jarlas in the eye, and he wasn't the sort to lie about this sort of thing. When Dathyra stepped forward he couldn't help giving her a hopeful glace, and though his abilities as a skald were drawing empty, he kept plucking his impromptu lullaby. Right now it was the only help he could give, and so he would give it, and pray it made a difference.
Jarlas
Seeing the elf begin to revive the tree Jarlas feat he’s out as well. Tattoos flaring once again he touches the bark and the energy flows into the tree.
Healing hands 10 points.
Dathyra sees the Wort and Shanareen arefading. She has to do something. She approaches the tree and puts her hands upon it and tries to reach Shanareen. She implores them both to live, calling upon her connections to Lathander and her ancestors.
Jarlas takes a place beside Dathyra at the tree and imbues it with healing from the Ancients. Hari continues to honor the moment and inspire their efforts.
The leaves stop falling and some color seems to return to the Wort. It is a fragile looking tree that stands before them with a handful of leaves among its branches.
The gathering of townsfolk and tribefolk around the Wort are quiet. Some are worried, others hopeful. They are a battered lot, the survivors of the assault on the town. Darla and Durven are present but Joseph is not. Durven looks grim, heavy is his heart for a lost brother. Darla looks grateful to have Durven. Sen and Merric look a little worse for wear and a little confused about what happened. Entropy is beside the dire wolverine with a wounded Nozamara. She has her mother in her arms, providing what comfort she can. It is time for her to return home.
Everyone waits.
Shanareen finally steps gingerly from the tree and looks around at all gathered in grateful surprise.
She addresses everyone present, "I don't not have long for I am needed with the tree. We have much healing to do. We are one, again. We are grateful to you. We shall spend the remainder of winter in hibernation and henceforth we will no longer keep ourselves separate from the Northwoods inhabitants. We owe you much and we will do all in our power to safeguard the peoples of the Northwoods."
Shanareen bows her head to the trio beside the tree. "Sir Knight and protector of the Ancient, please take this with you on your travels so that you may remember me and know that you have my favor." She blushes slightly and hands Jarlas a silken scarf that radiates magic.
"Harivaldr, a dwarven skald, you are a Herald of the Fey now. They will all recognize your song and what you did here today." She hands Hari a finely crafted wooden flute. It is simple but beautiful. (It radiates magic as well)
"Dathyra, child of Lathandar and blood of Sylvan, you have brought us out of the dark and have given us new life. You can walk in both worlds." She hands Dathyra a Druidic staff, which somehow feels right in her hands.
Shanareen bows once more to everyone present and merges with her tree.
[[ This ends The Hunted. Thank you SO Much for bringing this story together. I am continually impressed by what good storytellers you are and grateful to have collaborated with you on this.
The Search for Accertep (he got away) is the next Chapter-- it is on TBD basis. I need some time to decompress and then to compress again. If you are interested, I will send a message out in a month or two.
Love to you All. Wak.]]
So good! Thank you for inviting me into your story.
This was an amazing time all around, so thanks for having us Waka!
Absolutely! I had a great time, and I was glad to finally utilize a decent character to her fullest.
Lvl 2 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Platinum Plated Keys
Lvl 5 - Dathyra Galanodel - High Elf Cleric of the Life Domain - Hunted
Lvl 1 - Geth Hornraven - Human Wizard - Lost Mine of Phandelver
DM - Imela: The Adventure Begins