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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
If Thoughts Could Kill
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GruTheWanderer
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The creature nods and pushes open the interior doors. The domed chamber within is utterly quiet and peaceful. Polished marble tiles the floor. The smoothness of the dome is broken by six equally spaced pillars around the periphery, multicolored skylights above, and a massive natural crystal (ten feet in diameter and ten feet tall) in the center of the floor. The skylights are apparently constructed so that all available outside light falls onto the crystal.
As you pass into the chamber, the creature gestures at the crystal and sends its thought, "Use the Door."
As you pass into the chamber, the creature gestures at the crystal and sends its thought, "Use the Door."
GruTheWanderer
First Post
Verra quickly finds that the entire crystal is permeable to the touch. By stepping into the crystal, he and the others arrive in a smaller circular room with a matching crystal. The floor of this room tiled with pale, almost translucent stone. The room is open to the north, south, and west, and a normal oak door stands closed on the curved east wall.
Through the northern door a middle-aged human man with white hair and a grizzled beard is visible. He looks up from his papers, squinting. He calls out to you, "Be welcome, visitors. You stand in the Lodge of the Colorless. Come forward, and tell me the reason for your visit."
Through the northern door a middle-aged human man with white hair and a grizzled beard is visible. He looks up from his papers, squinting. He calls out to you, "Be welcome, visitors. You stand in the Lodge of the Colorless. Come forward, and tell me the reason for your visit."
Victim
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Without formal training in psionics, Darian somewhat hesitantly follows Verra's lead in entering the crystal. Still, given the relatively unsophistication of psionics, this Colorless Lodge had apparently created an extradimensional structure and could have other advanced techniques. Perhaps, in ancient times, a similar group had turned a knack for sorcery into the science of wizardry. It might be interesting to see what developed here.
"Greetings. I am Darian Almardean and I am here on behalf of my friend Verra." He indicates the elf with a gesture. "I believe he can explain his own business. However, I should warn you that a group apparently called the Wilders is planning to attack you, possibly very soon."
"Greetings. I am Darian Almardean and I am here on behalf of my friend Verra." He indicates the elf with a gesture. "I believe he can explain his own business. However, I should warn you that a group apparently called the Wilders is planning to attack you, possibly very soon."
GruTheWanderer
First Post
Tiny pinpricks of radiance float lazily throughout this chamber, casting varicolored light over it. The floor is covered with luxuriant fur. Six large seats, thronelike in their elegance, are arranged near the far wall. Each is carved slightly differently, depicting psionic symbols and traceries. The window on the wall behind the thrones reveals a landscape of wide plains of scarlet grass under a greenish sky.
"Welcome, Darian Almardean and friends. I am Paepheton, one of the elders here. Please, have a seat on the rug and tell me more."
"We are not unaware of the Wilders. They are more active than usual, of late, but there are more than twenty of our brethren in residence currently."
"What is your connection with the Wilders? Are you an enemy of our enemy?"
"Welcome, Darian Almardean and friends. I am Paepheton, one of the elders here. Please, have a seat on the rug and tell me more."
"We are not unaware of the Wilders. They are more active than usual, of late, but there are more than twenty of our brethren in residence currently."
"What is your connection with the Wilders? Are you an enemy of our enemy?"
Keia
I aim to misbehave
"If you mean by your question, are we an enemy of the people that tried to kill all of us, then yes they are our enemy. 'Course, they started it."
Verra will head over and sit on a rug, tapping a knee and picking at the fibers, unconsciously. "Why are the wilders your enemy? Will Zelestine Thurass be joining us anytime soon? She sent a message to us, I believe. And I have a lot of questions for her, too."
Verra will head over and sit on a rug, tapping a knee and picking at the fibers, unconsciously. "Why are the wilders your enemy? Will Zelestine Thurass be joining us anytime soon? She sent a message to us, I believe. And I have a lot of questions for her, too."
GruTheWanderer
First Post
"Oh! You're the ones we've been waiting for. My apologies for not guessing it sooner. Sometimes I get wrapped up in these readings," Paepheton apologizes.
He concentrates for a few seconds. The next round figures appear in two of the chairs, a female kobold with golden scales and a female dwarf whose face is almost hidden in his grey beard. Several moments later an aarakocra and a black-skinned male half-elf phase into the room from the level below. As the half-elf helps the aarakocra to his chair, you see that the birdman is blind.
Less than a minute from the old man's words, a final trio of figures enters the chamber from the south door. In front is a female humanoid in breastplate, with a greatsword slung across her back and a third eye in the middle of her forehead. Behind her are two huge male half-orcs in full plate.
As the female warrior opens her mouth, both she and Verra give a start. Verra is immediately aware that this is another of the Chosen.
Paepheton speaks, "Allow me to introduce my fellow elders. Our kobold egoist is Gorah the Golden. Tracamthenesis is a dwarven savant. Our avian companion is Vrin, a seer. Sitting next to him is Luindel the Wanderer, a nomad."
Pointing to the armored woman, he adds, "And this is Zelestine Thurass, whom you have come to see. Tarkus and Groknar are her travelling companions. I'll let Zelestine answer your questions." Zelestine raises a fist to her chest and gives a shallow bow from the waist.
He concentrates for a few seconds. The next round figures appear in two of the chairs, a female kobold with golden scales and a female dwarf whose face is almost hidden in his grey beard. Several moments later an aarakocra and a black-skinned male half-elf phase into the room from the level below. As the half-elf helps the aarakocra to his chair, you see that the birdman is blind.
Less than a minute from the old man's words, a final trio of figures enters the chamber from the south door. In front is a female humanoid in breastplate, with a greatsword slung across her back and a third eye in the middle of her forehead. Behind her are two huge male half-orcs in full plate.
As the female warrior opens her mouth, both she and Verra give a start. Verra is immediately aware that this is another of the Chosen.
Paepheton speaks, "Allow me to introduce my fellow elders. Our kobold egoist is Gorah the Golden. Tracamthenesis is a dwarven savant. Our avian companion is Vrin, a seer. Sitting next to him is Luindel the Wanderer, a nomad."
Pointing to the armored woman, he adds, "And this is Zelestine Thurass, whom you have come to see. Tarkus and Groknar are her travelling companions. I'll let Zelestine answer your questions." Zelestine raises a fist to her chest and gives a shallow bow from the waist.
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