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The earlier use of the Flute to play the Song of Triumphant Praise: Granted the benefits of an extended rest to the adventurers.

The rain drips down in a steady light rainfall, as Drevven plays a few practice notes. Then he begins. The forest is filled with this mystic Song of Triumphant Praise. The notes vibrate thru the forest, echoing far and wide. Drevven finds that this mystic song has divergent points, and he carefully seeks those that seem the most appropriate for a nature theme since his audience is a great treant.

The music is enchanting to the soul, and sooths the adventurers. Squirrels scramble down the tree trunks. Rabbits hop out of the bushes, and deer appear in the tree shadows. A mockingbird lands on Drevven’s cap and mimics the song.
{So everyone is back at full strength.}
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{Yar has the best athletics skill modifier.}

Kratelss steps forward, “No treant should be subject to such cowardly attacks, nor should fear blemish your lives here in the forest when Bahamut looks down upon evil."
Yar pulls a clawed hammer out of his backback and hands it to Kratelss.
Kratelss takes it and places the claw of the hammer around one of the necrotic spikes. He says a prayer, blessing the hammer, then motions for Yar to take hold of it.
Kratelss takes the metal bar from Yar and prepares to assist him.

With a pull and a thrust of his strong arms, this cleric of Balinor tugs upon the evil spikes.
The spider webbing around the spikes crackles and sparks.
With a grunt and a huff, Yar strains at the clawed hammer while Kratelss strains with the metal bar.
A small explosion occurs as Kratelss and Yar tumble forward and something metallic flies thru the air.
Sulfuric smoke fills the air as the adventurers cough and choke.
{The adventurers each lose one healing surge due to the necrotic explosion.}
Glosateame groans but stands firm.

Shaashj quickly locates the evil spike which is now a dull iron spike. The necrotic symbols are gone, but Shaashj does not touch it as he wonders aloud if it is still dangerous?

Kratelss picks himself up and prepares to help pull out the second spike.
Snap flaps his wings and blows the sulfuric smoke cloud away.

The raindrops tumble from the sky, high overhead, as thunder rumbles from the north.

Again, the strong paladin flexes his muscles, then looks at Yar…
{Yar needs to make two athletics checks for the remaining two necrotic spikes.}

The adventurers prepare for the worst, now that they know these necrotic spikes explode.

Trillion, Bellena, and Snap carefully adjust the arcane spider webs, by adding more texture and strength.

Then the other adventurers back off, while Yar and Kratelss prepare to remove the last two necrotic spikes.
The first try involves much straining and struggle with results.
Taking a short break, Yar and Kratelss prepare and regain their focus.

When Yar apologizes, the great treant replies, Oh, little one, failure brings new opportunities. When we fail, we learn. When we learn, we grow. When we grow, our leaves stretch to the skies.

Persistence pays well. Please try again!

Regaining his confidence, Yar tries again. The cleric and the paladin strain and grunt as they again struggle against the necromancy of the evil spikes. Sparks fly as the arcane webbing subdues the necromantic powers. Finally with a valiant pull, the second spike comes loose and flies upward, exploding in mid air.

Shaashj hunts for the second spike, but finally concludes that the explosion destroyed it.
Xigna nods, Indeed!

The adventurers take a deep breath, glad that the explosion did not harm them.

Glosateame stretches his top branches, and speaks I feel more limber.

With a determined nod, Kratelss positions the pry bar around the last spike. The rain drums upon the treetops, as Yar tackles the last spike, straining and grunting as the divine pair struggle to overcome the necromancy of the evil spikes. Sparks hiss in the rainfall as the arcane webbing barely controls the necromantic powers. Suddenly with a valiant pull, the third spike comes loose and flies upward, exploding in mid air as Yar and Kratelss tumble onto the forest floor.

Dirt clods fly about as the great treant stretches his roots and thanks the adventurers, Littles ones, you have sprouted blossoms of hope within my heart. The great Glosateame thanks ee. May the raindrops fall gently upon you, and may golden sunshine guide your way.

More dirt clods fly about as Glosateame uproots the ground, investigating the dirt below his roots.
Half a dozen red heavy clay pots appear as well as three locked iron treasure chests.
Glosateame shakes his branches in disapproval, Glosateame is not cellar like the innkeeper built! Glosateame is glorious treant, not storage building.

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