"Wow," you think, "That is a huge tree." Indeed it is, almost 20 feet tall, and 6 feet wide at each of its bases, as it appears to be two trees which melded together. It looks like the perfect spot to make camp. As you settle in for the night, lighting your fire and laying out your bedroll, you hear some strange groaning and creaking coming from the tree. Before you have time to act, the trunk you are leaning against suddenly lifts up, roots and all, before coming crashing down on top of your fire, smothering it instantly. You hear a wail of anguish, and then a barrage of needle-like barbs fly through the air and land just inches from your hand. The Old One has you trapped. Instinct: To crush

• Pin them to the ground