"Someone kill it, I want to get my arrow back but I'm not getting near it while it's still alive. I think the other one's lost to me in this forest, though."
Velve hacked on the creature neck to take off it's head, he then took the Owlbear's head and put it in his backpack.
"That'll make a nice little trophy. Let's not waste time", he then continues on the path.
Semong, clearly horrified by such a quick and callous execution, is still transfixed by the owlbear's bloody carcass, and barely notices the vines at all.
Zem, still standing well back of the owlbear, is taken off guard when the vines begin to move. He reaches for a flask of alchemist's fire and then hesisitates, not wanting to waste the expensive liquid so soon. He stands there thinking, paying no attention to the ambush of his companion in favor of a moment of thought.
8+2=10. I have a feeling that the vines are going first. EDIT: didn't see Luja's roll. Good job!
May as well go for broke with this and get my action out of the way now.
"Velve! I've got a plan, but you'll need to act fast!"
Luja's right hand seems to turn a sickly brown colour for a brief moment, and almost instantly Velve's armour turns that same colour. It appears to be... stained, for want of a better word.
Spell: Grease (Affects 10ft square or one object). The upshot of this is that since a character wearing greased armour and/or clothing gets a +10 circumstance bonus on Escape Artist checks as well as on grapple checks to resist or escape a grapple or escape a pin, our resident meatshield's chances in combat against the damn thing have been improved somewhat.
Spells per day remaining:
Cantrips - 5/5
1st Level - 3/4 (+1 bonus spell)
Zem watched Velve struggle with the vines, pondering an important question: which of his spells would work on a plant? He didn't want to use the alchemist's fire, because he had heard somewhere that the berries of an assassin vine made a very good wine--and he never passed up an opportunity for a good wine if he could help it.
He hummed a brief tune as he drew another pinch of sand out of his pouch. The grease that Luja had cast on Velve's armor might help him escape the cluches of the vines, but Zem was tiring of the problem posed by this plant. It was time to end this. He spoke a few soothing words and gestured with the sand, casting it accross the clearing towards the vines.
Oddly enough, it seems that plants aren't immune to Sleep. And an Assassin Vine has but four hit dice, so it will be affected by the spell. So unless they make a Will save, we have some slumbering vines on our hands.
Velve seems rather irritated of the fact that he is cover in grease, but glad that the vine has ceased to move. So he hacks the vines till he feels sure that they stay still.
He thanks Zem, and then looks at Luja "What was that?!?"
Semong, who had been shocked by the swirl of recent events, broke into laughter.
"Ha! This is something I should probably forget when I sing ballads to our honour."
"You saw what it did to the owlbear, didn't you? It grabs things and restrains them. If you were slippery, then you could slip out of its grasp. It doesn't matter though, the grease has gone now."
Zem ignored the explanation Luja was giving Velve and walked over to the fallen vines. Taking a leather pouch out of his pack he began picking the berries that had survived Velve and the owlbear. Soon he had filled his pouch. He put it back in his pack, satisfied.
"Amazing that these things aren't poisonous," he said to himself.
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