>>6336862You approach the accursed plants and begin to list off some questions. As you step forth, the plants extend long gangly vines. You can tell that they are preparing for action.
Your brother gives you his usual worried glance. You can tell that he's warning you to be careful.
"Who made you?" You ask.
The toothed plants all respond, not exactly in unison. "Yes."
"Why were you made?"
"Hungry..."
"Can you please stand aside as I pick some flowers?"
"No..." The carnivorous plants grin, drooling ever more.
Well, you tried. You can sense that the plants will attack if you draw any closer or try to harvest the joybells.
>Destroy the plants. Brother will help. (1d100 roll higher than your Prowess of 70).>Snatch what you can, and dodge the attacks you'll incur (1d100, roll higher than your Cunning of 50).>Give up on this patch of joybells. Maybe you'll find some more elsewhere?>You have another idea... (Write-in) 