Druid plants
| Druid plants | |
|---|---|
| Monster ID | 2070 |
| Locations | The Druidic Campsite |
| Hit Points | 300 |
| Attack | 150 |
| Defense | 150 |
| Initiative | 0 |
| Meat | None |
| Phylum | plant |
| Elements | None |
| Resistance | None |
| Monster Parts | branch, pot, vine |
| Drops | Rubee™, Rubee™ |
| Manuel Entry | |
| refreshedit data | |
You're fighting some druid plantsThis appears to be a druid camp. At least, there's a small tent and a lot of plants. Tent plus plants equals druid camp, right?
Most of the plants are in plastic or cheap terracotta pots. Some of them are in macrame baskets, hanging from poles that have been (barely) disguised with burlap. None of them seem particularly menacing -- until they start moving, waving their leaves and branches in the air and flapping vines and creepers at you.
If that sounds spooky, it isn't. The big electric fans are pretty obvious. The bad part is when your hay fever kicks in and you start sneezing uncontrollably.
It quickly becomes apparent, from the way your eyes are watering, that you've stumbled into the druid camp again. A tendril of poison ivy blows across your face, followed by a cloud of pollen. A real druid would just animate a tree to grow a scary face and punch you with its branches, this is way more insidious.
Uh-oh, you've (gesundheit) wan(gesundheit) wandered back into (gesundheit) the (gesundheit) druid camp(gesundheit)site. I'd offer you a handkerchief, but I'm just the narrator and don't have a physical presence. Gesundheit.
Oh jeez, it's the druid camp again. Just before your eyes swell up, you catch a glimpse of a stagehand emptying a sack labelled "POLLEN" everywhere.
Once again, you're in the druid camp. This time your eyes are stinging even more than before. Why does everything smell like onions?
...Those bastards!
Hit Message(s):
You're pretty sure you just coughed up some blood, but you can't actually see well enough to check. Ooh! Argh! Oof! Oof!
You sneeze so hard, you bash your nose into your own knee. Oof! Ooh! Ouch! Ooh!
You sneeze violently, stumble, and crack your head on a hanging planter. Ugh! Ooh! Argh! Ouch!
A flapping tendril of poison ivy hits you right in the eye! Arrrrgh! (CRITICAL HIT!) Ouch! Ugh! Ouch! Oof!
You search your pack for a towel to wrap around your head. No such luck.
You surrender your dignity, and blow your nose on your shirttail.
You scrub your face with your sleeve, which is now thoroughly soaked with tears and mucus.
You manage to find a handkerchief in your pack, and blow your nose with a loud and comical HONK. (FUMBLE!)
 | You acquire an item: Rubee™ (100% chance)* |
| You acquire an item: Rubee™ (100% chance)* |
Occurs at The Druidic Campsite.
Notes
- Poisons you at the start of combat:
- A blast of spores blows loose from the plant, and you inhale a bunch of them before you can stop yourself.
 | You acquire an effect: Really Quite Poisoned (duration: 1 Adventure) |
- Poison effect is nullified by a Bezoar ring.
- This monster cannot be wished for.
