The truth

Taking a deep breath, you tell Dana what you remember of last night. As you speak, her eyes grow wider and wider, and her expression becomes horrified. Finally, you finish your story, and Dana reaches out to wrap you in a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay," she bursts out. Really? you ask. You can't help but be surprised. While you do not remember everything, you recall enough to have painted Dana an accurate picture of last night's events. You had worried that she might hold that against you. "Of course," Dana replies, "It sounds as though you encountered the Wild Hunt. It's incredibly dangerous. If you get caught by it, you don't respawn, ever." How do you know all this? "All Priestesses of Anari are educated about the gods and other supernatural phenomenon like the Hunt," Dana explains. Really? So you know who the girl was? you inquire, unable to keep the interest out of your voice. Dana frowns, "She sounds like Eremis, the Huntress. She's a minor goddess. I don't think she even has worshipers, much less any priestesses. She takes turns leading the Hunt with other gods." That was a minor goddess you met last night. You really don't want to know what meeting a major one would be like. Suddenly, your glad Anari did not take offense at your desecration of her priestess. Who else leads the hunt? you ask, curious. Dana shrugs, "Vienna, Armok, possibly Valdur, some of the war gods, a wolf god or two. I think it's open to any god who wants to lead it. Although, it's usually one of the nastier ones who does." You nod. You can understand the attraction for some of the more bloodthirsty gods. Eremis hadn't seemed that bloodthirsty to you though. She seemed to enjoy the hunt more for the excitement of the chase more than anything else. You shake your head. You are not going to romanticize a dangerous goddess who could kill you as soon as look at you. Uh-uh. Bad idea.

Then, Dana notices the mark on your chest. "What's this?" she asks touching it. You shrug, I don't know, but it's where Eremis touched me last night, when she transformed me. Dana looks at it with concern. "Did she leave any other changes?" she asks. Nope, you reply, Just that. "What about your stats?" she inquires, still not reassured. Uh... You haven't checked. Idiot. You should've done it the minute you woke up. You check now.

Tree Fiend

Lvl: 25
Melee Attack: 50
Ranged Attack: 20
Weakness: Fire
Special Abilities:
Plant - heals 8 HP/sec when raining and regenerates 5 MP/sec when in direct sunlight.
Immune to poison
Earth Wade - can wade through the earth like water.
Absorb - can draw mana from target through contact.
Herbal flow - can heal an ally for 3HP/sec through contact.
Kindred - creatures sharing a type with you receive a bonus to HP and melee attack.
Armored Bark - 50% resistance to physical damage (Passive).
Vine Lash - use vine to do damage for 15 HP/sec (2 vines active).
Barrier - creates dense mat of dead vines and branches, can be dropped in place or carried.
Treekin - 15% combat bonus is forest or woodland area. Lose 10 HP/sec outside forest or woodland area (Passive).
Camouflage - 20% chance to avoid detection in all areas. 75% chance to avoid detection in forest or woodland area (Passive).
Woodwise - able to recognize the properties of most plant and animal alchemical ingredients (Passive).
Sacred Seed - can cause unpredictable transformations.

Ability Gained!
Mark of the Hunter - having participated in the Wild Hunt you are forever marked. 20% combat bonus when ambushing. 5% combat bonus in all other situations. May be called upon to join the Wild Hunt again (Passive).

Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit! Fuck! It's going to happen again!? One night of the Wild Hunt was enough to last you a life time. You don't want to do that again. Ever. You open your stats again, and look at the ability. Sure, the combat bonus might be nice, if it weren't for the fact that you're now some goddess' bitch boy. How often does the Wild Hunt occur? you ask Dana. "I don't know," she says frowning, "I think it's either during every full moon or every new moon." You go cold. Every full or new moon. That means every month. You think back to last night, trying to recall what the moon looked like. You remember several scenes being bathed in silver light. Every full moon then. "Why do you ask?" I have a new ability. It says I may have to join the Hunt again, you respond, your voice emotionless. "What!?" Dana cries, "What are you going to do?" You shrug. I don't know. Dana just keeps staring at you, worry and concern for you filling her eyes. You soften. "Look," you say gently, I have a month. I'll figure something out. Dana stares at you for a moment longer, then her face adopts a mulish look. "No. We have a month. We will figure something out." She sounds determined. You're nonplussed for a second, not understanding her meaning. When you do, you feel touched and oddly comforted. You're not sure how exactly Dana is going help you solve this problem, but her implicit promise makes you feel much better. You reach out a finger and tenderly stroke her cheek. Okay, you say, We have a month.

Dana sighs and leans her head against you. The two of you sit there a moment just holding each other as you try to process what has happened. Suddenly, you remember something. Shit! you exclaim, The spiders. They're probably waiting for their Sacred Seed. Dana looks up at you. "Don't worry. They came looking for you earlier this morning, but I told them you weren't here. They were a little disappointed, until I showed them all the samples we, uh, collected. They were ecstatic. They just bundled them up and scurried away." You give silently thanks for Dana. You reeeeally didn't want to have to deal with the spider today. Satisfied, you relax holding Dana, letting the warm light of the sun wash away the memories of last night.