Always Ascending

[Alice]

Gwyn feels her body stiffening.. taking root.. quite literally as her legs merge into a trunk and her arms become bushy branches bearing fruit. She finds herself unable to speak or move effectively.

(Gwyn is now effectively paralyzed and may take no actions other than a con save at the end of her turns.)

[Ryuforce]

As the group rush forward, the dragonborn gasps! Too late, to stop Gwyn from taking the blow and starting to slowly turn into some sort of plant or tree. Already rendering her helpless by the looks of things. "Gwyn!" The dragonborn pulls out her mace, eyeing down the green woman who ambushed the party. "Undo what you've done now, or Aircame's wraith will be upon you."

[Initiative roll: 15-2 = 13, 10 -2 = 8 looks like I got me an 8 hurrah!?]

[HP: 24/24]

[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]

[Lay on Hands: 10]

Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.

Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to Exercise!

[Alice]

She smiles looking at the dragonborn, "Oh.. you'll make a lovely shrub won't you... "

[Roselli]

Gwen tries to scream while the poison takes form. But it is of no use as she can feel her toes melding into the ground as roots and her body shifting and spouting as arms are rigid and outreaching branches. She wants to struggle and move, but it's seems to be of no use.

the unseen servant disrobes getting ready for a fit, and gentle folds and sets the clothes down in a neat pile next to Gwen.

[Nihtgenga]

Retiaria skidded to a halt as she saw Gwen get attacked- and turned into a tree?!? "Fucking hell!" she gasped, transferring her trident to her shield hand and readying a net. Her tail twitched nervously.

"Don't worry Gwennie, we'll kick the sap outta this leafy bitch and then we'll sort you right out! Everything's gonna be fine!"
Her confidence was entirely faked. In reality, she was terrified her new friend might have suffered a permanent fate- and that the rest of the party might soon join her. Even if they could defeat the plant woman, how could they possibly change Gwen back?
[Deception 13+1 = 14 just in case anyone wants to realise she's faking it to make Gwen feel better.]

[initiative 17+2 = 19]

[Ordos]

How could she do this?  Was she really that ferociously stupid?  She seemed so much more sensible after she became a woman.  And cuter.  With a kind smile and those sultry eyes and those soft inviting curves...

Okay, maybe she didn't get any smarter, but Gwyn was still much more likeable now.  It'd be terrible if she fell into another trap and wound up dead.  Or a lemon-scented sludge.  Or whatever the hell this place would do.

Naethra was panting when she arrived at the clearing, and in an instant beheld the plant-woman, the shocked Duran, posed Red, and mostly-tree Gwyn.

(Initiative: 1... spoot.) 

Naethra didn't stop in time and tripped over Gwyn's new roots, landing face first on the ground. 

"Fuck stockings," she muttered in Sylvan as she slowly pushed herself up, aware that a fight was about to start. 

[darlingng01]

I let out another low growl as I see Gwyn beginning to change. A Dryad. She's definitely not a normal dryad but hopefully she's close enough. Guardian of the forest and monumental assholes, they don't tend to be willing to back down or negotiate, but they're usually very emotional, easy to throw off balance with threats and compliments. At the moment I'm not feeling very complimentary, and plenty threatening "Listen up Dryad. If you don't want me to burn down this whole forest you're going to return our companion to us. You must have seen my golden fire not that long ago. Stand down and I'll make an offering of goodberries, fight and watch everything you care about reduce to ash."

Looking at Gwyn I can tell it's not magic at work, but a poison. I don't know any spells that can cleanse poison but hopefully one of the others does. For now we need to deal with the dryad.

[initiative = 12-1= 11]
[Arcana/Nature roll, whichever is appropriate = 18+0=18]
[Intimidate = 19+1=20]

[I now have 2 dramatic speech points. They do nothing, but I'm giving them to myself anyway.]

(If I'm not allowed those rolls let me know and I'll edit)

[Alice]

As Naethra falls down the plant woman laughs and plucks one of Gwyn's fruits causing her to lose a little bit of life force.  "You will all be part of my garden!" It seems she doesn't rattle.. or perhaps is mad..

The group is all within one move of  the plant woman, with the exception of the slower, encumbered Duran who will need to dash if she wishes to get near the plant in a single turn.

[Gwyn loses one HP]

[Nihtgenga]

"You get your fucking hands off her, bitch!" Retiaria snarled, hurling her net at the plant woman. Hopefully that should tangle her up and stop her picking on Gwen.

[Net throw: hit 13+4= 17]

She moved her trident back to her main hand and raised it ready to strike.

[Roselli]

I mentally tell the unseen servant to protect Neathra. Making it go and hug her and giving her complete cover, and to move with her as she stands. She can feel the buxom invisible form press her breasts against her.

[Con Save 12+2=14]

[Alice]

Gwyn's body manages to fight off the effects of the woman's venom and returns to it's original fleshy state.

Only for the Plant woman to grab her bodily and as her ass is squeezed kiss her deeply till spots float in front of her eyes and a haze of arousal floats through her body. (she takes seven points of damage)

Almost as an afterthought the vine needle snaps out and jabs into Neathra pumping more of the plants venom into her body. (Naethra takes four poison damage and needs to make a constitution based save) the unseen servant does its best, but being incorporeal and formless doesn't do much as a layer of body armor.

[Roselli]

Gwen feels that she has fingers again and is able to move her arms and legs. "How dare you! I'm trying to save my friend, and you try to turn me into a tree! If you ripped or damaged my dress you are in big trou-" She shouts before being grabbed and kisses. Gwen quickly silences lost in a field of spots and blissed out in the lovely embrace of her kiss. She seems dazed and doesn't even manage to react to neathra getting poisoned.

"Mmmmmmmmthanks." She slurs.

[Ordos]

As Naethra tried to push herself up she felt the force of Gwyn's spectral servant fall upon her... well, that wasn't quite right.  It wrapped around her, holding her in an embrace that would have been... well, welcome under other circumstances.

Belatedly, she realized Gwyn was trying to give her cover.  It... didn't work.  She felt the sharp spike of what should have been plain quickly turn into a nasueating, euphoric arousal radiating from her ass, where one of the dryad-creature's needle had pierced through her breeches...

(Con Save: 8 + 2 = 10)

[Alice]

Naethra feels her body stiffen as she starts to produce fruits and becomes rooted to the spot on the ground. The poison having taken her body and transformed it into a more plant than person

Unlike the foreign feelings of invoke pleasures, she feels a comfort.. and an embrace warm and welcoming from nature's earth. Her focus hangs in one of her branches glimmering slightly.

[She is paralyzed and cannot act or speak. She may make a new con sabe at the end of her turn if she wishes to fight off the poison.]

[darlingng01]

I'm relieved to see Gwyn revert, only to see Naethra rapidly suffering a similar fate. Moving up to block her from reaching my allies a thought occurs to me "Lets see how you do against some tried and true Dwarven resilience!" I grab hold of her, using the net to assist and smash my forehead into hers. As I draw back I direct my energy into my voice "Gwyn, stay strong!"
[Healing word, d4+3+3 = 2+3+3 = 8 health.]
[unarmed attack: d20+1 = 16+1 = 17]
[unarmed attack damage: d4+1 = 2+1 = 3]