Preston is wary of the dark-haired woman. His attention turns to her purple eyes and he is reminded of the same purple eyes that he caught a glimpse of earlier. Whoever she was, this woman had been following them.
"Stay where you are.", he orders with a commanding voice. "Who are you and why have you been following us?"
The woman smiles slowly and continues to approach, undeterred by the party's obvious wariness and Preston's command.
"Hal? The hearthstone?"she asks, amusement dancing in her eyes as she cocks her head to the side for a moment, contemplating something. "Do you mean this human? Or tree..." She gestures towards one of the creepy trees, and as you look in its direction, you see that it stands out from the rest, its trunk twisted and gnarled in a way that seems almost deliberate.
The tree’s bark appears mottled and uneven, with contours that suggest a face is embedded within, frozen in a silent scream. The features are grotesque yet hauntingly familiar for Preston, the remnants of Hal’s human form painfully visible, as if the tree has absorbed his very essence. Dark, pulsating tendrils of decay spiral outward from its base, tainting the soil and surrounding plants, which wilt and wither in its presence.
At the heart of the twisted branches lies the hearthstone, glowing with an unsettling, dark light that flickers ominously, casting eerie shadows that dance across the forest floor. It looks as if the glow draws in the surrounding gloom, amplifying the sinister atmosphere.
From what you can see, the decay spreads like a plague, curling around the roots of the tree, suffocating the life around it. The woman's laughter rings in your ears, sweet yet sinister.
"His sacrifice feeds the forest, sustaining the balance," she continues, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "But don’t fret, dear adventurers, he shall live on in this new form, nourishing the woods for generations to come."
Turning her gaze back to your party, her eyes gleam with triumph. "Now, darlings, I feel in a rather generous mood, so I offer you a choice - turn around and go on your merry ways, or... I can do with more nourishment for my forest."
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"How dare you threaten a dragonborn noble like myself!" Darcor replies with a huff. He points his sword towards the woman with one hand and clutches his orb in the other. "And another thing! I don't think your gross Hal tree is helping the forest either!" Frost begins to form around the his orb as he continues to speak... "And another another thing! How are we supposed to take that tree back to town to get my reward!" He shouts as he sends a razor sharp ice knife flying out towards the creature.
ice knife Attack: 24 Damage: 10 if it hits, and they also must take a dex 13 save or take 4 cold damage
Preston is left speechless by the sight of Hal turned into a tree. It’s exactly as he feared, and he didn’t know whether there was a way to turn him back. His gaze turned back at the strange woman.
"Then you must be the hag of these woods.", his word tainted with vitriol. He gripped the handle of his sword tighter than ever and unsheathed it in provocation.
"Foul witch! Allow me to give you a choice: you’ll release this man from his curse or I will make you release him."
A soft glow emanates from him and spreads to both Ella and Dracor, empowering them.
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The color drains from Ella's face, a hand going to her mouth, hazel eyes wide. After a moment, her expression hardens. "I'll be taking a third option," she snaps, raising a hand and uttering an incantation. Searing light swirls around it, coalescing together, then goes flying towards the woman.
As Dracor hurls his ice knife towards the woman, the cold energy strikes her with a sharp crack, causing her to stumble back for a moment. The guiding bolt from Ella follows closely behind, sizzling against her skin. For a brief moment, it seems as if the woman’s graceful, ethereal form might remain untouched by the attacks. But then, the air around her shudders as if the very forest itself recoils from the impact.
Her body shakes violently, her features twisting in agony as the magic courses through her. A sickening crack echoes through the clearing as her beautiful face distorts into something foul and monstrous. The air grows thick with decay, the sweet scent of the forest giving way to a nauseating stench. Her dark dress tears and shrinks, transforming into rags as her form expands, now grotesque and hunched. (Dex save for the Ice knife: 6)
The woman’s black hair turns matted and wild, and her once soft, ethereal skin becomes like weathered bark, almost as if she is turning into a tree herself. Her eyes, now glowing even more unnaturally purple, flash with a twisted malice. Her body swells, her bones cracking audibly as she grows into something far more sinister.
With a final, chilling screech, the beautiful woman is gone, replaced by a grotesque, hunched hag. Her voice is now a throaty cackle, echoing in the ears of the adventurers.
“Foolish adventurers,”she hisses, her voice dripping with venom. “You think you can stop me? Now you’ll see just how deeply I’ve rooted myself in this forest. You’ll never leave alive!”
The hag’s eyes narrow dangerously, her expression turning from amused to cold fury. With a sudden, sharp motion, she raises one clawed hand and a dark energy ripples from her fingers.
A shadow creeps into the air, swirling around Dracor’s form. A chilling voice, like the wind through dead trees, whispers in his mind. “You will fear me... You will turn and run...”
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The three of you are blessed. Dracor, make a Wisdom saving throw (DC 14). You feel the weight of the hag's malicious magic press against you, threatening to take control of your mind.
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Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Wulcrath has been terribly silent for a while now, standing in the back after the groups fight with the wild boars. He's still in there though, just silent and brooding for a bit. Only when the hag's true form is revealed does he draw his steel, nothing besides an annoyed growl leaving his lips. "You release Hal and we take him home. Or we have him AND your life. You decide, Hag." He feared the worst he noticed mysterious forces were involved back at the farmhouse, and it seems his inclination was correct.
He stands ready to face the witch, and protect the others. If they can't save Hal or the rest of his family, he can still help the group escape with their lives.
(I'm assuming Wulcrath is yet to roll initiative, so i'll try that. I'm also a little foggy on his current HP at the moment.)
Initiative:5
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High Hopes, Low Rolls. Timezone Is EST. Surely THIS one will reach an ending...
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Dracor shakes his head as he forces the hag from his mind. through gritted teeth the mutters a few words in draconic as three dragon skull shaped magic missiles erupt from his orb and slams into the hag.
Ella’s sacred flame scorches the ground as the Hag moves to dodge Wulcrath's attack. The hiss of the burning grass causes the creature to briefly glance down before she fixes her gaze upon Ella. With a sudden, chilling cackle, she murmurs an incantation under her breath.
"You will suffer, little one."
A black, searing light crackles through the air and wraps around the cleric. For a moment, the light around Ella seems to dim, and the air grows heavy with the stench of something rotten. Oddly, while your body stays still, ensnared by the malevolent energy, your shadow twitches, splits, and melts back together. The hag grins wickedly, her sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light, before she turns her attention to the two adventurers in front of her.
Ella, the hag has cursed you (until long rest). You now have disadvantage on attack rolls against her, and you will take an additional 1d4 damage from her attacks.
With the paladin and fighter in such close proximity, the hag’s form swells, her grotesque face distorting even further, becoming even more unsettling with each passing second. Her glowing eyes lock onto both Wulcrath and Preston, and suddenly, an overwhelming sense of dread crashes into your minds.
Wulcrath and Preston, your bodies freeze for a moment as you are gripped by an almost suffocating fear. The terror takes root in your minds as the hag’s cackling voice echoes in your ears. You feel a brief but intense paralysis, your limbs locking as your instincts scream at you to flee. Her screeching laughter fills your skull, an almost tangible presence in your mind.
You must make a Wisdom saving throw (DC 14). If you fail, you will have to use your action to Dash, Disengage, or Hide, and you cannot willingly move closer to the hag as you become Frightened.
Meanwhile, the hag slowly steps back about 10 feet, moving closer to the Hal tree.
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Dracor grits his sharp teeth as he clutches his orc and points his sword towards the hag once more. Using the last of his magical reserves he sends three Draconic missles soaring from the tip.of his sword towards the hag!
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Preston is wary of the dark-haired woman. His attention turns to her purple eyes and he is reminded of the same purple eyes that he caught a glimpse of earlier. Whoever she was, this woman had been following them.
"Stay where you are.", he orders with a commanding voice. "Who are you and why have you been following us?"
The woman smiles slowly and continues to approach, undeterred by the party's obvious wariness and Preston's command.
"Hal? The hearthstone?" she asks, amusement dancing in her eyes as she cocks her head to the side for a moment, contemplating something. "Do you mean this human? Or tree..." She gestures towards one of the creepy trees, and as you look in its direction, you see that it stands out from the rest, its trunk twisted and gnarled in a way that seems almost deliberate.
The tree’s bark appears mottled and uneven, with contours that suggest a face is embedded within, frozen in a silent scream. The features are grotesque yet hauntingly familiar for Preston, the remnants of Hal’s human form painfully visible, as if the tree has absorbed his very essence. Dark, pulsating tendrils of decay spiral outward from its base, tainting the soil and surrounding plants, which wilt and wither in its presence.
At the heart of the twisted branches lies the hearthstone, glowing with an unsettling, dark light that flickers ominously, casting eerie shadows that dance across the forest floor. It looks as if the glow draws in the surrounding gloom, amplifying the sinister atmosphere.
From what you can see, the decay spreads like a plague, curling around the roots of the tree, suffocating the life around it. The woman's laughter rings in your ears, sweet yet sinister.
"His sacrifice feeds the forest, sustaining the balance," she continues, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "But don’t fret, dear adventurers, he shall live on in this new form, nourishing the woods for generations to come."
Turning her gaze back to your party, her eyes gleam with triumph. "Now, darlings, I feel in a rather generous mood, so I offer you a choice - turn around and go on your merry ways, or... I can do with more nourishment for my forest."
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
"How dare you threaten a dragonborn noble like myself!" Darcor replies with a huff. He points his sword towards the woman with one hand and clutches his orb in the other. "And another thing! I don't think your gross Hal tree is helping the forest either!" Frost begins to form around the his orb as he continues to speak... "And another another thing! How are we supposed to take that tree back to town to get my reward!" He shouts as he sends a razor sharp ice knife flying out towards the creature.
ice knife Attack: 24 Damage: 10 if it hits, and they also must take a dex 13 save or take 4 cold damage
Preston is left speechless by the sight of Hal turned into a tree. It’s exactly as he feared, and he didn’t know whether there was a way to turn him back. His gaze turned back at the strange woman.
"Then you must be the hag of these woods.", his word tainted with vitriol. He gripped the handle of his sword tighter than ever and unsheathed it in provocation.
"Foul witch! Allow me to give you a choice: you’ll release this man from his curse or I will make you release him."
A soft glow emanates from him and spreads to both Ella and Dracor, empowering them.
(Casting Bless on all three of us)
The color drains from Ella's face, a hand going to her mouth, hazel eyes wide. After a moment, her expression hardens. "I'll be taking a third option," she snaps, raising a hand and uttering an incantation. Searing light swirls around it, coalescing together, then goes flying towards the woman.
Guiding Bolt: Attack: 24 Damage: 33
As Dracor hurls his ice knife towards the woman, the cold energy strikes her with a sharp crack, causing her to stumble back for a moment. The guiding bolt from Ella follows closely behind, sizzling against her skin. For a brief moment, it seems as if the woman’s graceful, ethereal form might remain untouched by the attacks. But then, the air around her shudders as if the very forest itself recoils from the impact.
Her body shakes violently, her features twisting in agony as the magic courses through her. A sickening crack echoes through the clearing as her beautiful face distorts into something foul and monstrous. The air grows thick with decay, the sweet scent of the forest giving way to a nauseating stench. Her dark dress tears and shrinks, transforming into rags as her form expands, now grotesque and hunched. (Dex save for the Ice knife: 6)
The woman’s black hair turns matted and wild, and her once soft, ethereal skin becomes like weathered bark, almost as if she is turning into a tree herself. Her eyes, now glowing even more unnaturally purple, flash with a twisted malice. Her body swells, her bones cracking audibly as she grows into something far more sinister.
With a final, chilling screech, the beautiful woman is gone, replaced by a grotesque, hunched hag. Her voice is now a throaty cackle, echoing in the ears of the adventurers.
“Foolish adventurers,” she hisses, her voice dripping with venom. “You think you can stop me? Now you’ll see just how deeply I’ve rooted myself in this forest. You’ll never leave alive!”
The hag’s eyes narrow dangerously, her expression turning from amused to cold fury. With a sudden, sharp motion, she raises one clawed hand and a dark energy ripples from her fingers.
A shadow creeps into the air, swirling around Dracor’s form. A chilling voice, like the wind through dead trees, whispers in his mind. “You will fear me... You will turn and run...”
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The three of you are blessed. Dracor, make a Wisdom saving throw (DC 14). You feel the weight of the hag's malicious magic press against you, threatening to take control of your mind.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Wulcrath has been terribly silent for a while now, standing in the back after the groups fight with the wild boars. He's still in there though, just silent and brooding for a bit. Only when the hag's true form is revealed does he draw his steel, nothing besides an annoyed growl leaving his lips. "You release Hal and we take him home. Or we have him AND your life. You decide, Hag." He feared the worst he noticed mysterious forces were involved back at the farmhouse, and it seems his inclination was correct.
He stands ready to face the witch, and protect the others. If they can't save Hal or the rest of his family, he can still help the group escape with their lives.
(I'm assuming Wulcrath is yet to roll initiative, so i'll try that. I'm also a little foggy on his current HP at the moment.)
Initiative: 5
High Hopes, Low Rolls. Timezone Is EST.
Surely THIS one will reach an ending...
(Forgot to roll initiative : 10)
The dragonborn's eyes go wide when the shadows begin to swirl around him...
Dracor Wis save.. 8 plus 2
Dracor initiative 9
Ella initiative: 4
Initiative for the hag: 20 was 20 before edit
For HP after the fight with the boars, Ella had healed Wulcrath, so all's good
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Order:
Hag
Dracor
Preston
(wait for me here in case I need to react in some way)
Wulcrath
Ella
The hag takes some cold damage from the ice knife, while Dracor manages to overcome the voices inside his head.
Dracor and Preston, your turns.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Dracor shakes his head as he forces the hag from his mind. through gritted teeth the mutters a few words in draconic as three dragon skull shaped magic missiles erupt from his orb and slams into the hag.
damage 10
Without a second thought, Preston closes the distance with the hag. His hands gripping tightly on his sword, he strikes the monster as hard as he can.
Attack: 24 Damage: 12
Bless + 3 to hit
The hag staggers back and hisses in pain, her twisted form buckling from the onslaught of the two adventurers.
Wulcrath and Ella, it's time for your turns.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
It seems things always come to blows...
Wulcrath raises his shield and charges toward the hag. Aiming a strike square at the hags chest.
Attack: 12
Damage: 4
High Hopes, Low Rolls. Timezone Is EST.
Surely THIS one will reach an ending...
Ella lifts one hand, saying something in Dwarvish, and searing light settles over the hag. (DC 13 DEX save or 6 radiant damage)
Hag dex save: 14
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Ella’s sacred flame scorches the ground as the Hag moves to dodge Wulcrath's attack. The hiss of the burning grass causes the creature to briefly glance down before she fixes her gaze upon Ella. With a sudden, chilling cackle, she murmurs an incantation under her breath.
"You will suffer, little one."
A black, searing light crackles through the air and wraps around the cleric. For a moment, the light around Ella seems to dim, and the air grows heavy with the stench of something rotten. Oddly, while your body stays still, ensnared by the malevolent energy, your shadow twitches, splits, and melts back together. The hag grins wickedly, her sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light, before she turns her attention to the two adventurers in front of her.
Ella, the hag has cursed you (until long rest). You now have disadvantage on attack rolls against her, and you will take an additional 1d4 damage from her attacks.
With the paladin and fighter in such close proximity, the hag’s form swells, her grotesque face distorting even further, becoming even more unsettling with each passing second. Her glowing eyes lock onto both Wulcrath and Preston, and suddenly, an overwhelming sense of dread crashes into your minds.
Wulcrath and Preston, your bodies freeze for a moment as you are gripped by an almost suffocating fear. The terror takes root in your minds as the hag’s cackling voice echoes in your ears. You feel a brief but intense paralysis, your limbs locking as your instincts scream at you to flee. Her screeching laughter fills your skull, an almost tangible presence in your mind.
You must make a Wisdom saving throw (DC 14). If you fail, you will have to use your action to Dash, Disengage, or Hide, and you cannot willingly move closer to the hag as you become Frightened.
Meanwhile, the hag slowly steps back about 10 feet, moving closer to the Hal tree.
Off to Dracor and Preston.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
Dracor grits his sharp teeth as he clutches his orc and points his sword towards the hag once more. Using the last of his magical reserves he sends three Draconic missles soaring from the tip.of his sword towards the hag!
Maggie missle attack 9 Damage