mimicked the ratatosk, " Crux! I take! You. Lizard.
Crux!" It chittered, excitedly.
the fact that it wore a steel collar around its neck
attached to a chain that the walking lizard was holding,
the ratatosk seemed in high spirits (much to the
khaasta's displeasure). If it
weren't for the fact the the lizard needed the squirrel
to guide him through the twisting World Ash, Yggdrasil,
he would have cut the bothersome furball in half long ago
with his long sword. He should never have strayed off the
path and gotten lost. Dumb thing to do.
gigantic branch that the two walked on strayed far to the
left and right of them. Had the khaasta looked over the
edge, he would have seen more such gigantic branches all
around. Branches so large, that they could even be
settled by small communities. Hence, Crux, the
destination of the khaasta. From there he hoped to find a
way back to his home. He was eager to leave.
This tree didn't suit his tastes for a permanent
ratatosk continued to gibber about this and that. The
khaasta decided that he had, in fact, had quite enough.
He came to a stop and unshouldered his back
ratatosk, curious as always, turned to see what was going
on. "What. Scaly do?" he inquired.
khaasta pulled a flask and two stones from his pack. He
had threatened the squirrel to be quite many times
already, but to no avail. It was time to threaten what
the ratatosk seemed most proud of, what the majority of
his mutterings had been about.
you don't sssshut up onccce and for all," growled the
khaasta, "I'm going to burn that which you hold most
dear. Your precious tree."
the khaasta's continued annoyance, his threat didn't
appear to work. Instead of scaring the squirrel into
submission, the squirrel was currently engaged in rolling
around on the ground, laughing/chittering his fur
think I'm JOKING?!?" bellowed the lizard.
You. You..." serious of chitter/chuckles "...you. Funny
lizard. You burn tree. You. Burn too." The squirrel
seemed to be regaining some of its composure. "'Sides.
Tree not burn. Too 'live."
sssso? Well then, little sssquirrel, I shall have to wait
until I am about to leave, and then usse some of my magic
potion." He pronounced this "posshun".
again, the ratatosk asked, "What that do?"
wickedly, the khaasta replied, "It isss known asss 'greek
fire'. It burnsss anything very well."
Not...", the khaasta realised that the ratatosk was
mocking him. Clearly a demonstration was in order. A
small one, so he wouldn't burn up like the ratatosk said.
Besides, he had seven more flasks in his back pack,
enough to char a couple branches as he left and amuse the
poured a few drops of the greek fire on the branch, the
ratatosk silent now, watching. He brought his two rocks
together and started clacking them together to get a
khaasta's head jerked up as he sensed another presence.
Standing several paces before him was a beautiful female.
Her skin was the colour of bark
and her hair as green as the leaves about her. Her
clothing seemed composed of nothing but sticks and
leaves. Elf, thought the khaasta, grabbing his weapon.
Now this one'll be tasty, if I'm not mistaken. The
ratatosk hadn't made a sound for some time, and something
about that bothered the lizard. Surely it should be
inquiring a million things about
the elf by now.
ratatosk said only one thing as the khaasta stood up and
unsheathed his sword in one swift motion. He heard it as
he bent his knees to lunge, his scaly tail swinging in
anticipation. The word he said,
quite clearly, and with not a little bit of awe, was
khaasta lunged, his head slamming down on the branch as
he realised that somehow, probably through the elf's
magic, his feet were embedded in the tree's bark. Cursing
in his guttural language, he raised his head, seeing what
trick his opponent would unleash next. She
Said the ratatosk, some distance away from the khaasta.
He had easily pushed the overly large collar over his
head and was now watching the khaasta from a nearby
the sorcerousss elf go?" He demanded, attempting to stand
so he could asses the damage to his clawed
nonsense was this? "She fled?" he asked.
No Scaly! Still here. Mother. Always here."
reptile looked around. Obviously his quarry had fled,
having done it's damage. Coward, he thought.
He looked down at his feet. His
reptile eyes opened wide as(frightened?) hiss escaped his
mouth. "What did she...?"
feet had transformed. No longer did scaled digits wiggle
about, but roots. Roots that dug deep into the World
try. Hurt. Mother. No like. Mother punish."
cried the khaasta, his confidence shaken.
worry. You become. Ummm...word... Not morry? Not
asked the stunned khaasta.
Immortal-thingy! Part of Mother. You. Her. One." The
ratatosk's big overbite showed clearly as he beamed at
that, that thing that did thisss wasss..." he couldn't
continue, fearing the answer.
yelled the squirrel happily. "Yggdrasil!"
so, the ratatosk kept the the khaasta company for several
hours, as the khaasta's bark skin slowly extended up from
his feet, to his legs, to the rest of his body. And when
the khaasta's screams, curses, and pleas finally stopped,
when all that remained was a branch vaguely
shaped like a humanoid, the ratatosk
returned home, thankful for the Mother Of Them All,
Yggdrasil, her protection.
so does Yggdrasil continue to manifest herself, to this
day, in the form of a dryad, lovely beyond compare, and
always eager to protect the tree that is as one with her
as Sigil is to the Lady.
Strength: 17, Dexterity: 21,
Intelligence: 18, Wisdom: 20, Charisma: 17
AC: -6, THAC0: -3,
Hp: 180, Dmg:
1-4+4 (knife +4), #AT: 1
from the normal dryad abilities (charm, dimension door,
and speak with plants), The Dryad has the special
ability flesh to wood any number of times per day.
This ability is usable on anyone who is touching
Yggdrasil. Once used, the target is slowly transformed
over a period 1d6 hours, from the feet up, into a part of
Yggdrasil. Neither a dispel magic or a remove
curse can lift this. This ability is usually saved
for anyone who directly attacks the tree. Perhaps if
friends of a PC who suffers this fate performs some act
of goodness for the tree, the Dryad might consider
lifting her curse.
Dryad also has spell casting abilities as per an 18th
if destroyed, the Dryad will spring forth from the World
Ash 1d6 weeks later, completely regenerated.
Dryad is an incarnation of Yggdrasil in mortal form. It
is unknown as to whether or not Yggdrasil employs other
avatars, but she's always ready to employ the Dryad when
the World Ash comes under attack. It is also unknown as
to whether or not she has the typical dryad weakness of
being attracted to charismatic males, but maybe this is
because none of them have ever come back to
like the Lady of Pain, the Dryad remains somewhat of a
mysterious figure. Never saying a word, she appears when
she is needed for the protection of the World Ash. Of
course, maybe she would loosen her tongue if the right
guy came along...