>>5285697>18You wrench yourself free, narrowly avoiding a sudden explosion of… Stuff. The plant ejects a small bomb-blast of sticky powder, which further explodes and disperses into a cloud on impact with the cave-floor where your head had just been. You draw your sword and hack into it repeatedly, lopping away leaves and vines and chopping violently into the pulpy midsection before it can try again.
It doesn’t take a botanist to understand what ahs happened: these plants are ambush predators, and their spores are mid-affecting in some way. They have driven many of your warriors to hallucination and madness. You look around and see that your right-minded warriors are engaged in protecting the more non-combatant members of your party—the North-Merchant, the Cartographer, the Translator and Elf-Specialist, the Novice and Glowie. Protecting them are the Thief, the Pit-Guard, and his Apprentice.
Trapped in madness and mutually-destructive melee with one another are the Degenerates Paeris and Oluwadamilare, and the Bastard. The South-Merchant is being set upon lethargically by two of the hostile plant-beings, while he can only roar and hiss defiance against the spectres of his addled mind, lashing out with a dagger at nothing in particular.
The Botanist, who surely had been closest to these alien beings when they chose to make their move, is hopelessly entangled by one, screaming for help but seemingly in his right mind.
What do you do?
>Flank with your remaining forces who are free and sane to battle back the plant monsters assailing them—once you have regrouped, you can see about saving the others>Attempt to use your Fearsome Presence to overpower the madness, asserting your own will and command over the affected Reptilians>Free the Botanist and South Merchant with your blade—they are in the most immediate danger, and the Botanist is probably best-suited to advise you on how to overcome these plant-monsters>Plants are flammable, and you have dragonfire; burn them all to cinder, clearing the air of pollen in the process, and hope your forces can save themselves or survive>Assume Dragonshape and go one-man-army on these abominations, at the risk of expending a great deal of your mana until your next long rest[choose as many as you want, but combining prompts may limit effectiveness and/or increase DCs if I deem you to be spread too thin; write-ins permitted, same caveats apply]
