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I was already getting excited that I would at least gain some experience...

/Yeah, you'll be fine. We won't get much either, considering that the samurai and the GM's character will hog almost all the experience. Even as allies, they manage to screw us over.../

Let's not take them into battle next time. We'll all die, but at least they won't take our experience.

Alright, Air and I will come later and scout the area for you.

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Gungnir's first assignment didn't seem particularly difficult. The locals had noticed some strange occurrences in the forest, but what was so special about that? All sorts of things could seem strange to ordinary people; perhaps an owl hooted in an unusual way, or squirrels rustled in the trees. However, when the baron insisted that everyone go, it sparked the first inklings of unease. Perhaps he knew something... In any case, his students gathered in full force again and set out to explore the western forest.

As soon as the group ventured deeper into the forest, the shadows from the treetops suddenly began to creep across the ground. Nature itself decided to test their strength, in the form of a mysterious tree spirit that appeared as if from nowhere and forced the forest itself to turn against them. Daniel, who had fallen behind the group, was instantly surrounded by animated trees, and despite his desperate resistance, he was quickly overwhelmed by their onslaught. Then, dendroids approached from the other side and attacked Anselm, and the last notes of his interrupted melody hung in the air, filled with tension.

It was hard not to panic in such a moment. They were on alert, but still... It was so sudden. One moment they were entering the forest, and the next, a whole horde of terrifying, tree-like monsters were thirsting for their blood. The group was flustered, hacking and shooting, but it seemed as if there were only more enemies. Rohei swung his katana in all directions, cutting off large chunks of wood from the enemies, while simultaneously desperately fighting off the long, creeping branches that tried to entangle his feet. The situation was getting worse, and when Renold and Shino fell in a mass attack by the dendroids, Rohei was even considering shouting to Veserod and suggesting that they pull back the fallen comrades and retreat, because although he had everything he needed to help the wounded, his supplies were not endless, and they might simply not be enough for all the victims.

However, in the next moment, he was too preoccupied to think about that. Things were getting tough, and even the samurai himself was starting to weaken... But the thought that his friends needed his help, that their lives depended on him, kept his fading consciousness at bay. It was enough time for Gulveig to restore his strength with a miraculous spell and shake off the annoying branches that were clinging to him. Rohei wiped the sweat from his brow and threw himself back into the fight with renewed vigor.

Gradually, the ranks of the dendroids thinned, and victory was already within reach. Finally, the dust settled when the last dendroid fell, struck down by Air's attack. The Miran warrior tiredly put away his weapon and looked around for his fallen comrades. But, miraculously, they were already coming to their senses, and the tree spirit disappeared, as if evaporating into the air, healing all the wounded in the process. The young man sighed with relief. It wasn't that he doubted his skills or regretted using up his medical supplies, but the frightening possibility that he wouldn't be able to save everyone had receded. At least this time.

After making sure that everyone was okay, Rohei shook off the splinters and twigs that were stuck in his hair and clothes, thanked Gulveig once again for her timely help, and then approached Air.
- Impressive technique. - he praised the Grimwald. - You're quite skilled with a saber. It's somewhat similar to my style, but more agile. How many of those creatures did you take down, a dozen? It was great fighting alongside you.

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Let's check out that nook where the spirit was standing; maybe there really is something there.

Finally shaking off the annoying branches from his legs, Veserod shook his head – his new boots, bought just today, were scratched by the thorny branches almost to the point of being torn through. At home, he would have to carefully treat them with special products so they wouldn't fall apart. In all that had happened, the hunter could only blame himself. Accustomed to his quiet, solitary walks in nature, filled with harmony and tranquility, he had taken it for granted that they could all enter the forest as if it were their own home, laughing and scaring away the local wildlife, cutting through the vegetation with iron, spreading the sound of heavy footsteps for miles around, and nothing would happen to them for it. Veserod could only thank the forest for the great patience it had shown towards the defenseless townspeople, who, according to Gungnir, had first noticed all this strangeness. Perhaps a lone woman or child, who had ventured out behind a fallen tree, did not deserve to die in his eyes, and he merely scared them away, preventing them from venturing deeper into the forest. His group could not expect such leniency. The youngest and most playful suffered the most – amidst the cacophony of clangs, creaks, and screams, mostly made by them and their companions, in contrast to which their animated opponent advanced in complete silence, at certain moments he could discern distinct shades of wooden creaking, forming a terrifying chthonic mockery of the blood spilled by the trespassers. Somewhere there, between the distant tree trunks, it was not so much observed with the eyes, heard with the ears, or smelled with the nose, as it was felt with the skin on the back of the neck – an unknown entity that was difficult to comprehend in its usual sense. The mind itself filled in the details of what it should have identified there, and being deceived, constantly replaced this information. At different moments of the battle, from different distances and different angles, Veserod noticed there either a shapeless dark figure in the fog, or a hunched, dwarfish forest spirit, covered in leaves, clinging to the trunk of an ancient pine tree with all four limbs and its head upside down, or simply an incomprehensible glow, piercing through the shells of the eyes directly into the head and sending a tremor through the whole body. Every new glance, every new movement of the gnarled, warty branch of their opponent in his field of vision – and the standard senses deceived him again. Veserod never understood what ended their deadly battle with nature. Did the spirit break free from the evil influence? Did it get its fill of blood? Perhaps it decided that we deserved the right to be here? Or maybe there was no battle at all, except for the one that took place inside their own heads? The torn clothing could very well have been the result of their torments, their struggle with the embodiments of the ominous illusion. One way or another, seeing with surprise and relief that all his comrades had come to their senses, Veserod does what he should have done from the very beginning – he asks all the spirits of this place to forgive them for the intrusion, and leaves a unit of provisions as an offering. "The guys seem to have worked well together. The old man will be pleased when he finds out," he concluded, finding at least something positive in this situation. Without ceasing to scan the difficult-to-perceive terrain with his eyes, he gave the group a minute or two to rest and recover, after which he reminded them that they were still in a dangerous area, and they must not lose their vigilance. After (or during) the remaining role-playing scenes, we clear the location. If we need to move from cell to cell, we do; if not, then yes, we cautiously search the area and the place where the spirit was located, and if anything else interesting is found. I may not be available in the first half of the day, so if there is nothing RP-critical there, requiring advice or strictly tied to leadership, then we just do what needs to be done.

Let's check that corner where the spirit was standing; maybe there's something there after all.

Just a wooden thing...

It all started unexpectedly. One moment, the sound of branches snapping could be heard from Daniel's direction, and the next, the sounds of battle, while from the earth itself, grasping roots of the Dendroids stretched towards Calentia. She successfully dodged some of them, and it wasn't difficult for her to break others with her spear, or even tear them off with her bare hands, but some of them found their target, squeezing the Argalian's body and scratching her skin. Fortunately, this didn't last long, and she, as if filled with fresh strength by the Artery itself, freed herself from her shackles, while the wounds inflicted by the enemy healed before her eyes. Calentia was ready for another series of attacks directed at her, but the enemy, realizing that he couldn't cope with her, instead shifted his attention to her allies. And then the girl herself launched a counterattack, cutting off the grasping roots reaching for her allies and breaking off, sometimes even with her bare hands, the clinging branches directly from the wooden bodies of the Dendroids. But, to her regret, there were too many enemies – the sounds of clashing steel, crackling fire, or breaking branches constantly cut through human cries. In such moments, Calentia forced herself not to look at the sounds and continued to tirelessly do her job with renewed vigor. If she allowed herself to hesitate now, there might be even more cries. Gradually, thanks to the efforts of the squad, there were fewer and fewer Dendroids, until their group finally won. And at that moment, the forest spirit, who had been sitting deep in the forest and clearly observing the battle with great curiosity, did something. Calentia was preparing for a second wave of Dendroids, but instead, the wounds on her comrades' bodies disappeared, only torn clothes remained as a reminder of the battle, and the unconscious members of the squad began to rise from the ground. As if they had encountered some kind of forest version of Gungnir, who decided to give the trainees another workout.

Great, I got dendrophobia, and I won't even gain much experience. But at least I'm still alive...

Veserod
Leader: 300
Spirit Attack: -300
Removal of negative effects: 2x25=50
Healing: 54
Finishing Blows: 5x50=250
Damage Taken: 7x25=175
Damage: 610/2=305
Victory: 500
Total: 1334

Gulveig
Removal of negative effects: 25x5=125
Healing: 233
Damage Taken: 5x25=125
Damage: 102/2=51
Victory: 500
Unity: 3x10=30
Total: 1064

Shino
Spirit Attack: -300
Damage: 900/2=450
Finishing Blows: 1x50
Damage Taken: 8x25=200
Healing: 49
Removal of negative effects: 2x25
Victory: 500
Total: 999

Kalentia
Damage: 676/2=338
Damage Taken: 9x25=225
Finishing Blows: 1x50
Healing: 13
Removal of negative effects: 1x25
Victory: 500
Unity: 3x10=30
Total: 1181

Anders
Damage: 910/2=455
Finishing Blows: 5x50=250
Victory: 500
Total: 1205

Anselm
Musician: 250
Damage Taken: 6x25=150
Victory: 500
Total: 900

Renold
Damage: 399/2=199
Damage Taken: 17x25=425
Finishing Blows: 1x50
Healing: 36
Removal of negative effects: 1x25
Victory: 500
Unity: 3x10=30
Total: 1265

Ilva
Unity: 3x10=30
Victory: 500
Total: 530

Daniel
Damage: 312/2=156
Damage Taken: 15x25=375
Victory: 500
Total: 1031

Rohei
Damage: 1331/2=665
Damage Taken: 15x25=375
Finishing Blows: 4x50=200
Victory: 500
Unity: 10x10=100
Total: 1840

Alessia
Victory: 500
Total: 500

Imelda
Musician: 250
Damage Taken: 3x25=75
Victory: 500
Total: 825

Eir
Damage: 2293/2=1146
Damage Taken: 7x25=175
Finishing Blows: 8x50=400
Unity: 10x10=100
Victory: 500
Total: 2321

I reread the battle log twice, but I'm almost certain I made a mistake somewhere, so if you find any errors (in case the GM is trying to cheat you out of experience...) - I'll correct them.

It seems more profitable to go on treasure hunts. You get more experience and avoid various penalties.

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Is there a way to remove the penalties you receive?

Yes, you can.

Taking control.

Hmm, with two trash mobs, I can get Toxicity...

+2 spear skill levels gained from experience.

Having made sure that everyone was alright, Rohei shook off the splinters and thorns stuck in his hair and clothes, thanked Gulveig once again for her timely help, and then approached Eir.
- Impressive technique, he praised the Grimwald. - You wield a saber beautifully. It's somewhat similar to my style, but more agile. How many of those creatures did you take down, a dozen? It was great fighting alongside you.

— Uh-huh... — Eir seemed so engrossed in the battle and the behavior of the forest spirit that Rohei's words didn't immediately register in her mind. Awkwardly clearing her throat or snorting, she quickly sheathed her saber. — The feeling is mutual! It's always nice to have a reliable partner by your side with skills equal to your own. And I didn't even count the number of enemies; I was too busy. By the way, did you damage your sword? I think it would be very unfortunate to lose such a rare weapon in these parts just because you didn't have an axe handy.