and a variety of other items, a subversive can design well-hidden snares that terrify or damage those caught within — without damaging the surrounding terrain. Animals, magical beasts, and plants are immune to the subversive's nature snares and never trigger them. Thus, the subversive often uses summoned animals to draw enemies into his snares.

To create a snare, the subversive must forage for the ingredients he needs, which takes 1 hour -5 minutes per subversive level. At the end of that time, the subversive makes a Survival check (the DC depends on the specific snare, as shown below). Success means that he finds everything he needs and can thus build the snare.

A subversive can build a number of nature's snares equal to his Spirit modifier (minimum of 1) with one foraging attempt, as long as the snares are of the same type. Finding the materials to build two different types of snares require two different searches (and thus two Survival checks and additional time).

Note that a subversive who accumulates the materials needed to concoct a nature's snare does not need to build it immediately. However, because some of these components lose their properties after a while, he has 24 hours to do so. After such time, he must search for ingredients again.

A subversive can build one type of nature's snare at 3rd level, but he learns how to create additional sorts as he gains levels. Building the snare requires a Craft (trapmaking) check (the DC depends on the specific snare, as shown below). The subversive must spend a number of rounds equal to 15 - his subversive class level - his Spirit modifier (minimum 1 round). The Search DC, Disable Device DC and save DCs for a nature's snare are equal to 10 + the subversive's level in this class.

A save made against a nature's snare halves its damage (or negates its effect in the case of a terror trap). The type of save is dictated by the kind of snare, as described below.

We walked into the tauren's trap. Our party was hunting one of the fiends who had attacked our camp. The jungle troll and his comrades had killed three of us before we had time to gather our wits. The enemy had been cunning and stealthy, approaching our encampment in secret. Our sentries were deceived. You just can't trust anybody these days; that's what you get for being a bandit.

We were three times their number, so we overcame the hunting party that attacked us once they lost the advantage of surprise. Still, four members of my band perished before we dismantled the small but efficient force that stormed us that night. Unfortunately, their leader escaped.

I pursued, and led some of my best fighters against the enemy who had, presumably in the name of revenge, killed many members of my band. We followed the troll's tracks for the better part of an hour. Even at night, he was easy to follow, with all the crushed saplings and blood he left behind him. I should have suspected something was wrong — things were too easy — but in my fury and haste I hurried the others. Marka, my second-in-command, triggered the first trap. The burst of acid scorched her flesh, scarring her face. She was still cursing when I heard a strident cry. I turned to see one of my fighters running in fear, his eyes darting in every direction. I could almost taste the magic that took hold of him. I shouted for a halt, but it was too late.

The troll had been waiting for us, and he had company. A tauren wearing tattered leather clothes and holding a massive weapon resembling a tree trunk appeared. My fighters reacted instantly, moving toward them. I shouted again, reaffirming my order to stand their ground, but bandits are not the most disciplined lot. Two walked into other traps, their skin burnt with acid. Marka cried out a warning as she fired arrows at the troll, but our group was in disarray.

The troll hid behind a wide tree and threw javelins while the tauren weaved a spell that changed the surrounding vegetation. A massive wall filled with thick vines and thorns appeared before us. Marka issued another curse and fired one last arrow, in vain. A moment later, everything was quiet, save for the sound of our own breathing.

We had lost sight of the troll and his tauren ally. Furious, Marka insisted that we pursue them, but despite her best efforts she found no trace of our ambushers. It was as though the forest had swallowed them. I knew better than to venture deeper into the wilderness. Only the spirits of the place knew how many more traps the tauren had laid.

— Excerpt from the personal diary of Kenry the Robber.

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