Always Ascending

[Ryuforce]

Caught in a hard situation, Naethra is down on the ground and changing into the next bush while Gwyn manage to resist her form but is now stuck up close to the dryad who is having fun weakening her will to fight. It was a tough decision to help whom out but when Oric goes in for a bold headbutt into the plant girl to heal Gwyn, the dragonborn nod to it as if a cue, running back to Naethra.

"Okay I am fairly certain she's poisoned you. More certain then with the scones... oh geeze I hope I'm right." she says to the half plant half tiefling, bending over her form to plant a hand onto her. Just accidentally aiming for Naethra's rear. No time to care though! As she has to do this quick with her own butt exposed in the air. "LAY ON HANDS!" she called forth divine energy to put a stop to the venom or least halt is's process.

[Lay On Hands: At the cost of 5 points, cure a disease or neutralize a poison. Additional 5 points can be spent to cure multiple diseases/poisons at once]

[HP: 24/24]

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

[Lay on Hands: 5]

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]

As the dragonborn lays her plump hands on naethra's rear the divine energy heals her and restored her body to flesh.

Looking down at that sexy Tiefling Duran finds herself mesmerized and thinking of nothing but serving her and bringing her pleasure..

[Duran is now charmed by naethra]

[Ordos]

Being a tree was... oddly comforting.  Not the alarming, terrifying, unnatural arousal of her previous wounds.  The embrace of the earth beneath her feet, no, her roots... it felt good.  The warmth on her leaves, the heaviness of her hanging fruits...

It felt so right.  A respite from the fear and worry that had plagued her ever since stepping foot in this blighted realm. 

Only when Duran reached her and placed her hand, and she felt the magic again did she realize how wrong this was.  That old fear, that terror that had seen her through the Wilds, kindled within her and she grabbed at it, following it back as her body changed, her legs parting, her roots retracting into her old feet, her branches withering away as she clutched her focus with her reshaped hand.

Stumbling with her newly regained balance she lifted her free hand towards the dryad and spat in Sylvan, "Blasphemous pretender, adorned in false mantle.  Wither and rot and fade to dust."

It was an old dialect, and more than mere words.

(Naethra casts Hex against the dryad, hexing Charisma)

Still wobbling a bit, she lifts her focus and throws the familiar energy, the fear and wrath and power within her, into a lance of fey magic.

(Naethra casts Eldritch Blast: 18 + 2 + 3 = 23,  Damage: (2) + 5 force damage + 3 (necrotic damage) = 10

[Nihtgenga]

Retiaria grinned as Gwen managed to throw off the poison, before wincing as she saw Naethra get treed. Thankfully, Duran was there to pull her out of it, and the mage was soon back in the fight- and sounding pissed off! "Yeah! No idea what she just said, but you can damn well choke on those words!" Retiaria spat, before combat rolling over to the tree woman and thrusting at her with her trident.

[Hit: (18/19) 19+4=23
Damage: 2+4= 6]

[Roselli]

"Thank you for the help," Gwen thanks Oric as she felt her will and focus return to her. She narrowed her focus on the monster ahead of them.

She had luck with her sword before, she would try again.

(Rapier: 18+4=22. ||  Damage: 7+2=9)

"I'm gonna prune you."

[Alice]

She takes several hits but seems undaunted.. With a roar of frustration she tears away the net leaving it tattered. One of the vines shoots out and presses directly into the dwarfs belly button pumping venom into her!

(critical hit! 6 damage and a con based save against poison)

She then smiles and eats the fruit she stole from Gwyn granting herself a healthy glow.

[darlingng01]

I cringe as the vine pierces my belly, but stand firm, confident in my bodies divine gifts "Hah! Is that all you've got?" I realize that I've resisted the poison and it lights a fire in my eyes. Something about my dwarven pride fills me with vigor as I decide this is a fight between her corrupt poison and my resistance, a blessing from the gods to all dwarves. I'll prove that the power of the gods is far greater then whoever rules this place, with my own body if I have to. with a grin I slide my arms down around her, pinning her (seemingly pointless) arms to her body and grip my wrists, squeezing her around the waste. Focusing on the space within the ring of my arms I call down my holy fire. The flames dance around her form, parading through her vision as they just barely singe her. As the fire clears away I look her in the eyes "Last chance. Submit and we can work something out. Resist and be burned to ash. I won't hold back again."

[save vs poison: 2/14+3= 17 save]
[Poison resistance 6/2= 3 damage]
[sacred flame d8= 1 damage]

[Ryuforce]

Duran felt a bit strange. A sudden overwhelming glad feeling to be helping this Tiefling out of everyone. To the point, her hand hadn't even left Naethra's body, roaming a bit against the tielfing's legs as she leaned forward to give her a reassuring kiss. "You should be fine now." As Naethra did stand up to prepare her spell, she'll find her healer not moving away, lost in her beauty. "Oh Naethra, I'm so glad you are okay..." The dragonborn said, with an oddly lovely dovey tone as she kept her hand roaming for now. Admiring the beauty in Naethra's body, her face, and even her voice as she cursed the dryad. All of it, was just.. so.. perfect. Duran's heart fluttered as she longed to please Naethra. To the point she isn't even looking over at the rest of the fighting at the moment. Hopefully a short distraction.

[Duran be Charmed by Naethra if you couldn't tell]

(Edit: Really should of pointed this out but this isn't taking my turn yet.)

[Ordos]

A hit! 

That happened rarely enough that Naethra was unreasonably proud of it.

So much so, she only belatedly realized that the paladin hadn't actually taken her hand off of her.  Duran was still feeling her, her touch moving, lingering... (how much of her armor and clothing survived her stint as a tree?  She was afraid to look down and check just now).  Her healing magic needed touch to work, but this...

Slowly, Naethra turned her her head.

"Oh Naethra, I'm so glad you are okay..."

Duran was looking at her oddly.  It was more than a little distressing.  "Um..." she managed, acutely aware that she occupied Duran's entire attention, and that the dragonborn paladin was at least three times her size right now.  "Maybe... you should focus on the fight, first?  Before the plant-woman kills us?"  Or turns her back into a tree... a thought that didn't seem as alarming as it should have been.  Best not to mention that aloud. 

She began blushing under Duran's affection, deeply focused attention.

[Ryuforce]

Duran heard Naethra's wonderful suggestion. Yeah that Dryad certainly spoiling the moment. "Yes Ma'am." Duran told her before standing up, moving a bit away from the tiefling to look for just the right angle for what she's after. Right away form her team and more importantly to make sure she doesn't get Oric in the attack. "You made me do this by hurting Naethra... and also Gwyn and Oric. But I doubt despite Oric's words you are gonna listen to reason like the rest." She takes a deep breath and hesitates for a moment, only able to afford it since Oric is holding onto the Dryad. Almost as if she really doesn't want to have to use her fire breath.

But soon as the flames swell up and into her mouth she gives one final gasp then pushes her head forward, firing out a line of dragonic flames out towards the dryad. Or least deadly flame is what she wants to see, but even Duran knows better as to what it has become.

[Fiery Dragon Breath - 5 by 30 ft line. DC save 12 or better! Failed Save: 2d6 Succesful save: Half damage ]
[Damage roll: 6 + 4  = 10 fire damage!]

[HP: 24/24]

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

[Lay on Hands: 5]

[Charmed by Naethra, All Fire'd out]

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]

Duran takes a deep breath and it's almost like she feels lips kissing her own as she summons the fire in er belly. As she breaths deeper her armor gets even tighter as her breasts expand another cupsize in the mail straining it further. The flames pour fourth starting a hot angry orange but lighten as she breaths out turning pink as she exhales into the plant creature.. The creature rocks back from the flames but seems to stand strong against them mostly.

She inhales after the fire attack.. Looking on here the others can see shimmers at her teeth.. and pink spreading from her lips.. dark there nearly red.. then down her body.. her belly light nearly white.. her main body a rich pink now that strains against her armor.

[Ordos]

Naethra couldn't help but stare at Duran for a second.  What the hells just happened?  Did... did her boobs just grow?  And yes, she was definitely pink now. 

More distressing, at least for the moment, the plant-woman was still standing.  Just how much abuse could this thing take?

The hex was still clinging to her.  She could see its magic weaving and enshrouding her green body, a magical vulnerability only she could exploit.  She pushed her worry over Duran out of her mind and readied another blast.

(Casting Eldritch Blast: 10 + 5 = 15, Damage 4 + 3 (force) + 1 (necrotic from Hex) =8)

[Nihtgenga]

"Yikes!"

Retiaria jumped back as the tree woman was engulfed in strange pink flames. She glanced over to see they had come from Duran, who was now looking a lot pinker herself- and a fair bit bustier too. If her breasts were that visible even under chainmail, they had to be huge indeed!

She had to fight back a laugh at the poor paladin's new look, and was certainly still grinning as she thrust her trident at the dryad again, for another solid hit.

[Hit: (10)+ 4 = 14
Damage: 3+4= 7]

Shame about the ruined net, but hey- they weren't exactly meant to last.

[Ryuforce]

Duran pants a bit after drawing out her breathe. "Ha.. th.. that... should teach you.' As she gets her air back she blinks, feeling her chest straining and pushing against her armor. The breath attack shouldn't of winded her that much.

Looking down she gasped, staring at her pinker skin though what bit shows in her armor and signs of a whiter belly? she'll have to look after this fight. "Di... did it really just turn me pink? What kind of stupid joke is this!? I'm not even a red scaled dragon!" The dragonborn said, clearly not amused by this sudden turn of events. "I swear when I get my hands on who's doing this, I'm kicking her butt!"

[Roselli]

Gwen watches Duran as she changes even more during the fight. "Uh...those biscuits really ducked you up, huh? It's a cute look, though."

Looking at the vine woman she felt a little bad about all of them ganging up on her. But she did turn her into a tree!  Gwen takes her rapier and prepares an action to strike incase she continues to get hostile.

"Look, I just want to know what you did with our princess friend. Tell me before we shread you to leafy greans."