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[mainiac]

Natalie takes the blow without stoic lack of emotion.  She simply stares at Ker for a minute and then her brow furrows...  She is very angry and not accustomed to showing it.  She's not accustomed to feeling that angry either.  Here is this horrible man who has... well done very little to her.  Nothing that should make her want to bit his puny little head off.

"Something is wrong here." Natalie is confused an uncertain with the words but feels Ker must be right.  "We should head back and regroup."  Natalie draws and cocks her pistol, holding it at the ready and falls in step with Ker, pausing only to snatch some plants off the jungle floor for latter examination.

[My Name is Immaterial]

"What? We can just leave Norn! Here, I have some torches, we could keep them at bay with them!"
Earl pulls out his two torches and offers them to the group.

[mainiac]

"Getting ourselves killed wont help him.  We regroup and then rescue him."

[My Name is Immaterial]

"Regroup with who? The ship's crew won't be eager to help."

[mainiac]

"Get out of the jungle and clear our heads!"

[My Name is Immaterial]

"If we leave now, there might not be much of anything to rescue!"

[UXLZ]

"Majestic..." Ispil mutters under his breath.

He tries to remember if he'd ever seen a temple like this before. For now, he waits outside the entrance as he tries to regain his composure and checks the lifetime left on his torch.

[Dwarmin]

Five minutes have passed. Your torch still burns brightly.

And, he has certainly never seen any temple like this. The architecture, upon closer examination, seems...off. The doors are very low and very wide-the stairs are so steep they will be uncomfortable to climb. He thinks this place is not suited for humanoids, but maybe things with four legs-or more. They seem to have enjoyed stone carving-he can make out bats, lizards and felines in stony spherical statues...and despite the jungle's infestation, the ruins still seem stable and strong-he notes that the roses may grow along the stone, but only along the edge have they done a great deal of damage.

He'll have to investigate more to figure anything further.

Spoiler: Player Status (click to show/hide)

Ispil Desdaea (UXLZ)
Class: Monk
Symbol: %
9/9 HP left
Status: Healthy
Death Saves Remaining:3/3
Resting HD Remaining:1d8/1
Effects: Lit Torch (Providing Light-55 minutes [330/360 turns] duration remains), Green Hell Spores (?%)
Active Abilities: None

Wielding: Standard Issue Shortsword (Ispil's blade is half a can opener and a meat cutter, half a tool for clearing greenery and poking things he doesn't want to touch with his bare hands. It's short, blunt edge is designed for more hacking utility than warfare, but he's trained enough to use it as a weapon, if the situation warrants it. Formerly a soldiers tool, bought at a bargain price before he left port.)
Wearing: Commoner clothes and Hood (Ispil's common wear is unassuming, dull earthtone clothing, with a deep hood. Designed for ease of movement and acts of agility, he wears it as comfortably and reliably as any suit of armor. AC 15

Thirst/Hunger: Full
Money: 15 GP
Ammunition: 10xDarts
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=181629

[UXLZ]

Hold the flame to one of the roses.

Whatever was causing his hallucination must be coming from somewhere. Perhaps these roses are the source?
Regardless, he thinks he should go further in. "It" led him here rather than simply killing him in the jungle, and he wanted to know why. It was possible this place was the 'heart'.

Continue into the complex.
As he goes further in, he tries to pay attention to the architecture and murals. Maybe they had some sort of clue as to this place's nature?

((If the rose like, explodes or something, you can ignore the actions after holding the flame to one.))

[Dwarmin]

As soon as you touch flame to rose, the entire plant reacts violently-like a living thing, it struggles it's way out of the ground, attempting to douse the flames in the sand!

Init Check!

Before he can react, the rose vines twist into a simulacrum of a small humanoid-with tiny, thorn claws! It rakes bleeding wounds in his leg...he feels even more woozy than before...he thinks...poison...

Rose Blight claws at ya!
19+3=23
Hit!
Damage 1d4+1=3

Ispil Action

Spoiler: Map (click to show/hide)

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1ypr4xqoT6AxJM92CZh5WRTcYa4jUAHo8wl-8lKsFuLc/edit#gid=0
No battle map needed, since it's only one of them!

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

Rose Blight
6/7 HP
Effects: ~
Abilities:~False Appearance: While the blight remains motionless, it is
indistinguishable from a rose bush.
Blight Infection: Every strike of the Rose Blights claws infects...

Wielding: Thornclaws +3 to-hit, 1d4+1 Piercing damage
Wearing: Thornhide (Ac 13)

Spoiler: Initiative (click to show/hide)

Rose Blight=21 (lol init crit)
Ispil=9

Spoiler: Loot, Experience, Quests, Rumors and Opportunities (click to show/hide)

Ispil
0/300 XP to level 2

"..."Broke? Well, in the event of complete and total mechanical failure. or the impending notion of such-as if the ship was about to sink-I'd be free to go home, and pursue a new contract. If they fixed the machine, they would have to get another Elemental to run it. Otherwise, my contract stipulates I am to power this machine until the end of it's lifecycle..."

Ispil has gathered that an Elemental being of flame named Brenna is magically bound to the vessel Catherine's Luck until it's out out of commission. His personal morals demand action.

Clues
There are several ways he can think to accomplish this.
~Close the steam pipes tightly, that regulate the pressure to the boiler. Too much pressure, and the boiler explodes.
~Throw a wrench into the works. He knows the steam powers a spinning thing (turbine). Stop the turbine, or the machine it runs, and the thing breaks down.
~Sink the ship.

~He has located the Steamworks on the ship, but they currently guarded by a teenager, and a padlocked chain fence.

"..."...It's the story of Jenny Crowlander, and her adventures in the New World. She and her friends were real heroes...back when there were real heroes, you know..."

Ispil learned some things about the legendary Jenny Crowlander which may come in handy.

Clues
~She apparently faced beings called the 'Dancing Dead'-if you make the mistake of talking to them, they will follow you relentlessly. According to the legend, they can't cross water, though.
~She also fought Giant Crabs of some sort, who seemed to lack any major weak point one could strike them for massive damage. The legend says that fire was effective against them.
~Her husband Captain Maeloc reputedly once negotiated with the Parrakoa-the green bird folk-by speaking in riddles, which apparently is the only sort of words they understand.
~Captain Catherine's Son has the book where more rumors can be found, but he seems unwilling to give it up for free. He might trade for it, however.

Spoiler: Player Status (click to show/hide)

Ispil Desdaea (UXLZ)
Class: Monk
Symbol: %
6/9 HP left
Status: Ouch!
Death Saves Remaining:3/3
Resting HD Remaining:1d8/1
Effects: Lit Torch (Providing Light-1 hour [360/360 turns] duration remains), Green Hell Spores (?%)
Active Abilities: None

Wielding: Standard Issue Shortsword (Ispil's blade is half a can opener and a meat cutter, half a tool for clearing greenery and poking things he doesn't want to touch with his bare hands. It's short, blunt edge is designed for more hacking utility than warfare, but he's trained enough to use it as a weapon, if the situation warrants it. Formerly a soldiers tool, bought at a bargain price before he left port.)
Wearing: Commoner clothes and Hood (Ispil's common wear is unassuming, dull earthtone clothing, with a deep hood. Designed for ease of movement and acts of agility, he wears it as comfortably and reliably as any suit of armor. AC 15

Thirst/Hunger: Full
Money: 15 GP
Ammunition: 10xDarts
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=181629

[UXLZ]

Argh. If that's poison... DAMNIT!
Attack with shortsword, attack with Unarmed (Foot)

[Dwarmin]

Ispil goes full monk
10+5=15
13+5=18
Hit, hit!
Damage 1d4+1d6+6=15

Ispil wastes no time falling into his old patterns-he reacts quickly, striking in combination with his blade and his fists with precision and power. He takes care not to scratch himself on it's thorns, kicking it into the air with a careful rising kick-then, using his shortsword to cleave it into four even pieces before it can root itself again.

The tiny beast falls to the jungle floor, listlessly.

+25 XP

Trying to catch his breath...he can feel the jungle coming alive around him...he'll have to choose his next path carefully.

Spoiler: Map (click to show/hide)

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1ypr4xqoT6AxJM92CZh5WRTcYa4jUAHo8wl-8lKsFuLc/edit#gid=0
No battle map needed, since it's only one of them!

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

Rose Blight
-9/7 HP
Effects: ~Dying Messily
Abilities:~False Appearance: While the blight remains motionless, it is
indistinguishable from a rose bush.
Blight Infection: Every strike of the Rose Blights claws infects...

Wielding: Thornclaws +3 to-hit, 1d4+1 Piercing damage
Wearing: Thornhide (Ac 13)

Spoiler: Initiative (click to show/hide)

Ded

Spoiler: Loot, Experience, Quests, Rumors and Opportunities (click to show/hide)

Ispil
25/300 XP to level 2

"..."Broke? Well, in the event of complete and total mechanical failure. or the impending notion of such-as if the ship was about to sink-I'd be free to go home, and pursue a new contract. If they fixed the machine, they would have to get another Elemental to run it. Otherwise, my contract stipulates I am to power this machine until the end of it's lifecycle..."

Ispil has gathered that an Elemental being of flame named Brenna is magically bound to the vessel Catherine's Luck until it's out out of commission. His personal morals demand action.

Clues
There are several ways he can think to accomplish this.
~Close the steam pipes tightly, that regulate the pressure to the boiler. Too much pressure, and the boiler explodes.
~Throw a wrench into the works. He knows the steam powers a spinning thing (turbine). Stop the turbine, or the machine it runs, and the thing breaks down.
~Sink the ship.

~He has located the Steamworks on the ship, but they currently guarded by a teenager, and a padlocked chain fence.

"..."...It's the story of Jenny Crowlander, and her adventures in the New World. She and her friends were real heroes...back when there were real heroes, you know..."

Ispil learned some things about the legendary Jenny Crowlander which may come in handy.

Clues
~She apparently faced beings called the 'Dancing Dead'-if you make the mistake of talking to them, they will follow you relentlessly. According to the legend, they can't cross water, though.
~She also fought Giant Crabs of some sort, who seemed to lack any major weak point one could strike them for massive damage. The legend says that fire was effective against them.
~Her husband Captain Maeloc reputedly once negotiated with the Parrakoa-the green bird folk-by speaking in riddles, which apparently is the only sort of words they understand.
~Captain Catherine's Son has the book where more rumors can be found, but he seems unwilling to give it up for free. He might trade for it, however.

Spoiler: Player Status (click to show/hide)

Ispil Desdaea (UXLZ)
Class: Monk
Symbol: %
6/9 HP left
Status: Ouch!
Death Saves Remaining:3/3
Resting HD Remaining:1d8/1
Effects: Lit Torch (Providing Light- [329/360 turns] duration remains), Green Hell Spores (?%)
Active Abilities: None

Wielding: Standard Issue Shortsword (Ispil's blade is half a can opener and a meat cutter, half a tool for clearing greenery and poking things he doesn't want to touch with his bare hands. It's short, blunt edge is designed for more hacking utility than warfare, but he's trained enough to use it as a weapon, if the situation warrants it. Formerly a soldiers tool, bought at a bargain price before he left port. It's covered in bright green plant blood.)
Wearing: Commoner clothes and Hood (Ispil's common wear is unassuming, dull earthtone clothing, with a deep hood. Designed for ease of movement and acts of agility, he wears it as comfortably and reliably as any suit of armor. AC 15

Thirst/Hunger: Full
Money: 15 GP
Ammunition: 10xDarts
http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=181629

[UXLZ]

((Dwarmin, should I really know that much info already? Max HP, damage and to-hit, as well as AC seems like it might be a bit much.))

That stupid plant! He should have been more careful, but he wasn't expecting it to pop out of the ground like that. Wait... He thinks he can remember some similar monsters from the Old Continent... Or is his mind just playing tricks on him?
Whatever these things were, he doubted that they were the worst he'd have to deal with. He'd been taken by surprise but it wouldn't happen again.

Could he set fire to the jungle with his torch, or was it too wet for the flame to take hold? He wasn't sure it was a good idea, even in the case it was possible, but lighting a signal fire to mark the location of the temple would be a good choice, though that assumes the smoke could make its way through the canopy above.
Maybe if Brenna were with him... It was a stupid thought, but something to consider for the future. If he managed to survive this, and managed to free her, maybe he would ask her to accompany him rather than returning to the Fire plane.
Still a lot of 'ifs' and 'maybes', he needed to focus on the present.

Ispil further examines the body of the dead plant creature. Was it the source of the mind-affecting spores...?

This kind of thing was definitely his element, but he was ill-prepared. No reliable backup, no information on what he was up against, and almost no equipment. It was a godsend he'd even had the torches, and he felt fairly sure he would have been in a far worse situation - if not simply dead - without them.

Tch! This is ridiculous. I can't believe I let myself be led astray so easily. I'm poisoned, but it doesn't seem that strong. Wait, the stone... Get onto the stone, the flowers might be there but I'll have clear vision around me. I have to keep away from the jungle. It knows I'm here, it know I'm a danger. I need to head further in... Find its source. Explore the ruins... Tread softly, avoid the flowers. Calm yourself, this is what you were designed to do.

[mainiac]

"No time to argue.  Nice knowing you."  Natalie keeps moving.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Earl mutters "Gods damnit! May Fharlanghn see he makes a safe return," under his breath before following the party back out of the jungle.