The Academy/Woods/Spring
Late Fall/Afternoon
Round 0
The water of the pool felt warm, and she felt a soothing energy flow through her body. Asherah smiled, enjoying the sensation. She straightened up as Quentin announced that the small creature was a pixie. Quentin did a few water tricks, which seemed to amuse the creature, and they finally found a way to communicate with her.
“We do have to get to the Academy, but perhaps if our studies allow we can come visit sometime,” Asherah told the pixie. “But no throwing rocks or making Bertha mad. That isn’t funny; it’s just mean. But you do not have to be bored,” she assured the creature. “Why don’t you come with us and offer to help the old man in his studies of the spring? There will be stew, if you like, and shelter from the coming storm. But you will have to behave in someone else’s house. What is your name? I am Asherah P’Rurr.”
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HP: 6/6
AC: 12
Unarmed: +1 1 B
Claws: +1 1d4 S
Flametongue Spear: +1 1d6/d8+1/P+1d6 fire 20/60
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