Armed with their plants, the champions turn to face whatever nightmarish horror will emerge.
"Nature! Nature is attacking!" yells Stamm with horror and glee in equal measures, as lots of small creatures emerge. He splits open a rabbit as it comes towards him. The loss of Syra's chest is more than made up for by the lack of her nagging them to not do this sorts of thing!
"They're more afraid of us than we are of them!" says Elija remarking on the terrible stench, called Lion by some because he is also happy to tear into small animals.
The champions of a more nervous disposition turn their heads away as the more aggressive elements happily use every means at their disposal (Except the plants, who thought of that idea!) to wipe out the harmless cute wildlife. Fireballs and lightning sizzle, axes and swords and clubs and exotic weaponry flies, and all in all its a satisfying heroic massacre.
"Eew, Gothmog, why'd you let off such a strong poison cloud!" asked Halk afterwards.
"I didn't fire a poison cloud you muppet!" yelled the blood doaked mage in return.
"Then eew, you are eating alone in future!" said Halk in reply.
"It's not me at all!" said Gothmog, "so you can stop banging your club around to frighten me!"
"I'm not banging a club!" said Halk
The champions looked around, realising the stench was getting worse, and also that something big was coming through the undergrowth. All of a sudden it emerged, the killer pile of compost that the small animals had been running from.
"We've used up all our spells and throwing weapons on the cute things! Quick, let's use the plants!" said Zed, trying to look heroic even though his moustache was being slowly disintegrated by the sheer venom of the compost heap's gases.
If the party have healing herbs, then they will be forced to fight the creature in close quarters. Although they can heal their wounds and poisoning, one of the party will be trapped by the compost monster and disintergrated into a skeleton and lose their possessions. Pick any character you like and note their skeletal state down.
If the party have offensive herbs, they will be able to use them from a distance for the most part, but they party will be badly wounded by flying muck and the poisonous stench. Roll a die and add one - this is the number of champions who have sustained injuries. Pick any able bodied champions (not already dead/injured nor troilns) and note this fact down.
Finally, the compost monster is dead. In his final death throws he smashes a tall tree which in turn thumps a lever.
The way should now be cleared for the next trial!