Chaos Dryad (4e Creature)
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The group rested in the forest, and began harvesting Black Oaks. We didn't recall the legends until Amoral started glowing from the eyes. Half of us were dead before the figure in the forest even walked out. And after that, with that dark specter of the mind glaring down at us? We felt hope itself die.
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Chaos Dryad Tactics
The Chaos Dryad will stay hidden, preferably using Neuromancy to hide his approach. If attacked, or the players cut or attempt to cut a Black Oak, it will attempt to subdue them, only killing as a last resort.
Chaos Dryad Lore
A character knows the following information with a successful <!-class skill used for lore-> check.
DC 15: Chaos Dryads are Humanoids that have bonded with the ancient tree's, The Black Oaks. Their arms and legs are replaced, and they spend a year living peacefully in The Forest of Silence, the Realm of the Oak's Spirits. After the Year, they are completely wooden, and their new form grows immensely hard and solid
DC 20: The first Chaos Dryad was a elf, named Tokoz. He took the last name Blackoak, and eventually married, the Oaks bringing forth an offspring of Flesh and wood. He and his descendants are the only known Dryads to still retain a flesh torso and head. He is rumored to still live, but his title, the Walker in Silence, has been passed on since he disappeared nearly 1600 years ago.
DC 30: It was rumored that Tokoz could control others with his mind, and that no man or woman had ever been able to withstand him. Entire cities, who dared to hunt Black Oaks, were dominated and reformed overnight. However, he also began an order, called the Blackwood Legion. Non-Chaos Dryads, and Chaos Dryads uniting to hunt down and elimanate any threat or evil they could discover. Tokoz often spoke of a hope for peace, but the impossibility of his dream was obvious, and eventually, the Legion retreated to his great fortress, Noxholme. It has been over 1000 years since any can truly confirm their flag flying over a battle, but many a besieged kingdom with all hope lost, has seen victory, only to discover that the battle had turned when a mysterious group of soldiers in Black Oak armor appeared like ghosts on the wind, rallying the troops, and smiting their foes, only to leave again without a sound