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Saving Throws
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A towering giant with bark that shifts between wood grain and something reptilian, each ridge catching light like dragon scales. Thick branches twist overhead, their tips sharpened into wicked thorns that glow faintly with inner heat. The dragonroot doesn't move unless threatened, standing motionless for years as moss and vines try - and fail - to take hold on its surface. When provoked, branches whip forward with startling speed, trailing embers and leaving scorch marks across stone and earth. The air around it shimmers with residual heat, and anything foolish enough to strike its trunk finds their weapon smoking, the bark too hot to touch for long.