Well, how did you expect it to go?
All around the group a grumbling starts to arise. Grunts and shivers and snarls and gnashing teeth, escalating into something close to laughter - the gourds are clearly amused. Bearing its teeth in a wicked smile that opens to only vast emptiness, the leader rumbles out again.
Oh sweet two-legs and your treaties,
How you entertain!
Now for peace you are so keen
After striking down our queen
Thinking that your hands are clean -
You can think again.
And as the last verse lands the gourds attack, hungry for vengeance and blood.
Being airborne and aloof does little to saveAlina. Two hard-shell gourds begin their onslaught, lashing out with vines to snag the Fae's slender arms and legs and drag her back towards the earth.
Melita and Fangorn will find themselves surrounded by a gang of 10 small, toothy buttercup gourds. Though dwarfed by their (TRAITOR) cousin, the gourdlings are spry and aggressive, with six nipping at Melita's heels and calves while four tangle Fangorn in their vines.
Samuel. Oh, Sam. Not only did you fight the punqueen, but you've made it your mission to assault the gourds whenever possible, and the pumpkins remember. Three Atlantic Giant Pumpkins hurl themselves at you with a shocking amount of dexterity; one lands on your chest, one cracks your right ankle, and one wraps vines around your neck, sending you thumping to the ground.
Whether because of her good intentions or her soothing starlight,Amalia is largely spared. The leader gourd slaps at her with its vines but does little more than menace; instead is glares into her eyes, rumbling a message for her and Fangorn.
You came with claims of making peace;
My children hunger for a feast.
Never with two-legs will we parlay,
So, little children, run away.
Uh oh! The gourds are not impressed with the attempts to make peace!
Alina is being dragged down by three gourds! She has taken a large amount of damage.
Melita is being attacked by a gaggle of tiny gourds! She has taken a medium amount of damage
Samuel has been attacked by three giant gourds! His ankle is broken, a gourd is on his chest, and another one has him by the neck. He has taken a huge amount of damage and is immobilized!
Amalia has been slapped by the leader of the gourds! She has taken a small amount of damage.
What will you do?
All around the group a grumbling starts to arise. Grunts and shivers and snarls and gnashing teeth, escalating into something close to laughter - the gourds are clearly amused. Bearing its teeth in a wicked smile that opens to only vast emptiness, the leader rumbles out again.
How you entertain!
Now for peace you are so keen
After striking down our queen
Thinking that your hands are clean -
You can think again.
And as the last verse lands the gourds attack, hungry for vengeance and blood.
Being airborne and aloof does little to save
Melita and Fangorn will find themselves surrounded by a gang of 10 small, toothy buttercup gourds. Though dwarfed by their (TRAITOR) cousin, the gourdlings are spry and aggressive, with six nipping at Melita's heels and calves while four tangle Fangorn in their vines.
Whether because of her good intentions or her soothing starlight,
My children hunger for a feast.
Never with two-legs will we parlay,
So, little children, run away.
Uh oh! The gourds are not impressed with the attempts to make peace!
Melita is being attacked by a gaggle of tiny gourds! She has taken a medium amount of damage
What will you do?
