The Wildflower Forest: Post Combat

The sword I've been working on was forged by the lizardfolk craftsman Durian Skar. From what I remember he resides in Grenwell and oft forges noble's swords. I recognize the Garrick family crest on the pommel. This means that the father of the bride was or is likely in the royal army.
 
As for what had been happening at the time, I forgot how far we had left the carts and Bessy wouldn't have been helpful by the time I would had perished. I didn't see who, but someone used lightning arc on the damnedable weed. Strangle reeds to be precise according to Kniana. A sizzling arrow was also shot past me. While the initial impact of it didn't seem to do much, I was told after the fact that it was the acid that ultimately killed the plant. Maki would be happy with such outcomes. I decided to try to make allies among the forest and I paid the price for caring. While trying to grab the Nuno and run, the plant ended up lashing and capturing me. It took a majority toll on my health with the lash alone (3/4 hp) and then started dragging me toward it as it sank into the lake. Another lightning arc hit it after that and nearly fried me, but it did fry one of the Nuno's ants. After that it gets a bit hazy for me as it wrapped a vine around my neck and started squeezing the life outta me (1hp left). I was so fortunate that A barrage of magic missiles broke the vine that had me. I mannaged to scramble away as it finally sank beneath the surface after one final lash that barely missed me. Then it floated back up and for lack of a better phrasing, exploded. The Nuno I was TRYING to help stormed off with the stuff I was helping to identify grumbling in some language. Luckily even with an outburst on my part Kniana was willing to aid me with some healing.
 
I ended up going after the Nuno to try and see if the bag ended up having anything worthwhile, but he was rather cross. I asked if he was alright but he was very far from it with the loss of 3 or 4 of his ants and continued on about never trusting outsiders again. When I inquired about the stuff, he claimed to know that the sword was non-special and "his". I found it rather hard to believe that a tiny creature would use a sword made for a medium creature even if he claims to use it as a greatsword. He laid claim that the bag merely had food after a sniff too. I decided that it was useless to push even if we both know that neither of the items were his. I decided to push for a little more information about why he was in the area to which he said that he and his ants come to gather food and water. Rather predictable answer but I ran out of things I could reasonably talk about without provoking him more so I decided to at least part with good wishes. He rather curiously had a slight change of mood just as we parted saying that he would maybe negotiate a visit later if we had any honey or fruit. Knowing Kniana's wares after traveling a bit and Evals's rations I told him we had some to offer if he would like. (I like to know about anything that enters my cart.) He never did show up again, but Kniana left something like 6 jars of honey and I scratched a note in the ground saying "Went to Brentwood, hope to meet again. -Tink". Now that I think of it I don't know that he can read... I thought that if it was a physical thing to feel but...
 
After the conversation but before the departure and offering, I wend back to the lake to discover Eval, Kinana, Skrel, the LT., and Corpl. all messing with the remains of the plant thing. I stood off a ways and watched Eval find a blade inside the thing and Kniana used bulls strength to try and hack the thing open. Apparently this "well traveled" story traveler doesn't even have a blade! It sickens me really. I offered him my dagger as it is a common tool to me. I mean it is only a masterwork dagger, nothing special. Anyway after all of that Eval managed to pull out a greatsword with a skeletal had still attached. Seems like that poor bastard didn't have anyone to help him out. I guess while I was talking to the Nuno, Eval and Kniana gathered up seeds or something that were loosed when it exploded. They are supposed to be floaty flying seed things. Eval claims that they are good for fires once dried, eh I have easier methods of fire myself but I'm sure he's thinking of the convoy. The LT. ends up coming over to help fish out the skeleton and absolutely splitting open the fucking thing with a full body press thing. It was funny when he slipped and ended face first in the mud. I ended up assisting with a round of prestidigitation for cleaning everything. Eventually they managed to pull out the skeleton of one of the canine races. I ended up seeing another glint in the plant and managed to pull a potion out using Mage Hand. It had a leather attached to it tied to something deeper, ugh. I ended up stripping my armor and going in after the rest. I really didn't want to end up inside this thig today. I ended up pulling out an entire corroded belt with 4 total potions. It had 2 translucent white potions partially labeled with cure..., one dark green one labeled endure..., and a transparent purple one labeled nightvision. Save for the last I expect a potion of cure wounds to some degree and one of endure elements. I ended up looking over the stuff for any clue as to who the person was at the request of Kniana. She wants to return the items to the family which I respect. The greatsword is unremarkable since it is merely masterwork with same going for the corroded leather armor. Most of the rest of the stuff was to digested to tell much off of but there was a bag with some water damaged book which I gave to Eval to look over. It also had basic camping supplies and a few knives and a stamped letter that looked much like the ones that RRRoshing gave to us for the wedding.
While this is all going on, the Corpl. says that we were about 2 hours from leaving as the LT. is bad at time. I suggested to leave warning about what might still be there or happen. The Corpl. and I ended up getting into a spat over the term "luck" and the BLANTANT misuse of it regarding my survival. Of all the people we are escorting, I may not be the most important, but I certainly carry more value with me than most will see in their lives. I may had been the one to get got this time, but I should hate to see Clan Dire loose someone even more important and tarnish their reputation. I was told that this area was safe and will defiantly be recommending a reconsideration of the label. I disliked her less than professional attitude about the whole thing, but she did make it up to me a bit after we both cooled down for a bit. Before that though, shady Skrel was trying to convince her to repo the the spare caravan saying it had been there for a few days untouched. Something about them getting attacked and taking the horse straight to Brentwood in panic. While assumptionionaly 2 out of the supposed 4 could have been accounted for by the weed monster alone between the items on the ground and the skeleton inside of it. I asked bout who takes care of the structure and horse coral area to which she said a local druid. Maybe they would know about the goings on? I ended up asking. The Corpl. said I was right and used a glove with a crystal on it to spin a staff into existence and used it to call upon an animal messenger as a small butterfly to let the druid know about the happenings. Then she spun the staff back out of existence. Most of the others went to go investigate the shelter for the potential survivors. I ended up helping Kniana with funeral rights for this skeleton instead. I had all the excitement I could handle already. I don't really understand this whole event with funerals being a kobold and all, but she helped me so I'll help her even if it does seem silly. I ended up telling her about the Nuno more and we made the gifts and note later.
 
We all reconvened a few hours later and the Corpl. pointed out a spider like twice the size of Bessy! Scared the hell outta me. I'm like bite sized for that thing! She claimed it was peaceful but could have polymorphed it had it not been. We came to terms a bit with me realizing that I was not prepared for guard duty at the moment. She handed me one of her gloves (for me to borrow I guess) saying that it was one she didn't need very often. I of course used my bifocals with detect magic on it only to be blinded. It was a glove that stores staffs and the like in an extradimensional space. I never really thought of using a glove to store the actual magic items. Very handy, very exciting. I even recognize the crafter as Vasuki Coppercrest. The second most known female Snaggletooth after the GOW herself. I wonder what has become of her recently? I ended up figuring that this glove was storing a staff of magic missile at 9th level and a staff of daylight. Great way to blind myself if I didn't have my goggles.
Anyway, the consensus they came to was that everyone from the other cart is likely dead, but the Corpl. said we're hoping they took the horses and fled. Eh, just another wagon to me I have no idea what is in it. They ended up turning it into a storage cart while leaving the personnel luggage in the other one. By the end of the day we made it back to the main road and settled back into the daily routine.
 
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sword, craftman was lizardfolk named durian skar, middle aged from up north last known to be in grenwell, known for crafting noble's swords,
garruk family crest on it, recognition of kingship often given to those in royal army, father of the bride was/is in king's army
 
"forgot" how far bessy was away, not gonna "summon", someone summoned a lightning arc on top of the plant thing, a sizzling arrow flew past me, arrow didn't do much but the acid seemed to do something. it hit me for 75% and its dragging me closer, another lightning bolt sizzles another ant, it retreats into the lake and started to choke me out (1hp), a barrage of magic missiles broke my choke, i get out and the damn thing drops under the lake, after taking one more lash at me. the nuno took the stuff and walked off. kniana helped me heal and whispered to me in slyvan.
caught up to nuno ansked if ok, far from fine b/c of lost ants, never trust outsiders again, seems to have found "his sword" apparently the bag had "food" , comes for food and water, negotiates to maybe visit later for honey and fruit. eval found a blade inside the plant, kniana used bulls str to cut the thing open, offer dagger as a hacking tool, a skeleton's hand was still on it, was a greatsword, eval showed me the seeds of it, says might make a good fire once dried or something, apparently they are floaty flying seeds things. the LT. just absolutely split open the fucking thing and ended up face first in the mud. I help clean everyone with some prestidigitation, they pull out a skeleton of a canine race, i saw a glint inside the plant carcass, I managed to pull a potion out with mage hand, but was attached to leather on something deeper, i doff armor and pull the rest out to pull out 4 total potions on a partially corroded belt. 2w/ white translucent color, one dark green, one transparent purple color. we'll leave in about 2 hours says corp, LT bad at time, knianan wants to bundle and return to family, i look for tells on who. sword masterwork greatsword but non magical, same with armor, the other objects too digested to really tell much, in the bag are 4 very water damaged books, some camping supplies, few knives, small stamped letter that looks like invitation from rrroshin, potions white says cure..., green endure..., nightvision. on labels. kniana says it was a strangle reeds. i suggest to clan dire reps corpl to leave a note about what might be there or happen. we give a bit of a spat back and forth on "luck" and what not about safety. skrelendar trying to repo the spare caravan sine it was untouched for a few days and about 2/4 things unaccounted for. glove has crystal on hand, and a staff comes into existence and she grabs it. and starts speaking into the staff. a butterfly comes by and lands on staff then flys away and returns staff to were it came from. [look at magic and staves] [message spell] the others go to investigate structures.
helped kniana do a complete ceremony for the individual, corpt pointed out massive spider. she said she would polymorph the spider, she hands me one of her gloves still have energy for 4 uses/day. is a saff doesnt need it very often. use bifocals, immeatly blinded, [results] exciting, never really thought of using a glove to store a thing that does effect. concensus on cart they're all dead, corp says we're hoping that they took horses and fled. using cart for more storage/ for our group. food camping, general non-personal now in that cart, moved working items into new cart, personal in other cart. end of day make way to main road travel and go about regular daily routine, [talk to kniana about nuno, leave note for nuno]
 
stelth sheath gloves, but store 2 rods/6 wands, extra dimmentional space, seperate pool per glove
glaves made by Vasuki Coppercrest most well known female snaggletooth after the GOW
staff of magic mistle 9th level
staff of daylight