With a little distance between themselves and the raging Grandfather Tree, our heroes took stock of the situation. They worried that it would be difficult to track the other fleeing group from the tree without going back to the source, and in the end decided to patch up the three that they brought with them and leave them to their own devices.
Then, the desire for retribution began to grow in their ranks. One by one they chose to return to the tree and mete out revenge. Kallius pulled out a scroll of flame arrow and created a store of ammunition for the group to fire.
They returned to the edge of the clearing and began to fire. The reaping willow’s thick bark deflected nearly every arrow, but the magical fire was slowly wearing down the waving tree. In its canopy, a few remaining twigjacks banged and railed at the party.
The waving tendrils of the tree soon grabbed one of the jacks and threw him wildly at the party. He landed before Luix and blasted the group with a hail of thorns. Boomah lobbed a bomb and the creature was soon a rolling pile of ashes. Encouraged, the tree continued to throw his allies at the group, at least slowing their missile fire. Some of the small twigjacks were coated in a thick, blood-like juice that seemed to give them the power of draining life source from their enemies by touch.
But as the flaming missiles continued to shoot toward it, the tree began to uproot itself, filling the air with frightful cracking and tearing noises.
The leader of the twigjacks had joined the melee and was proving harder to dispatch than his minions. The group circled about it and beat down with sword and flail. While this fight continued, the gargantuan tree started making lumbering progress toward the group.
They moved back while firing, but it started to seem that escape might be difficult. Dremahl decided that the time had come to use the dragon tooth he had taken from the ghoul beneath Bar Omaro. Most of his companions moved back while the priest transformed into the the form of a red dragon.
A well-placed bomb from the goblin forced the creature to turn his focus to putting himself out, giving the dragon-priest an opening to close without danger and breathe fire on the abomination. The canopy was in flames and the fearsome beats was weakening, but its tendrils still managed to grab the priest and hold him fast.
Harassed by a summoned eagle, the tree allowed Boomah who rush under the burning canopy and smash a fiery bomb directly against it hungering maw. The explosion sent the goblin reeling, but proved to be the last blow the creature could stand. Its trunk — pinioned by nearly a dozen arrows — cracked and grounded under its own weight and the entire thing crashed to the ground.
Climbing through the now-immobile branches, Boomah came upon a clutch of evil-looking fruit dripping with bloody juice. Without hesitation, he burned the foul globes before they could be planted. Dremahl used his dragon wings to fly out the shattered tree and make his way toward its original plot in search of treasures it may have been hiding.