D&D 5E Witcher: Mother of Monsters
Steve Gorak
Adventurer
Ethian, being the last of the procession, nods at the boys and the father when he passes them, and unsuccessfully tries to suppress a smile after Dalarian's telepathic repartee of Fergus' comment. Waith untill they notice me!. The summoned spirit in the form of an elk did have a sense of humor.
He takes his time to observe the town, and periodically closes his eyes, to see though his owl familiar's eyes, flying high above the town, to get a full picture of the area.
Fenris
Adventurer
Quickleaf
Legend
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At last the farmer's ears pick up, and he turns a bit as if listening to the clop-clop of the elk's hooves and the banter of the approaching party. The ox takes advantage of the farmer's distraction to come to a stubborn halt, stretching its jaws against the harness as it pants. The older boy goes over to pat its muzzle, keeping the ox between himself and your party as he watches you carefully. The younger boy can't help but stare wide-eyed at the witchers and sorceresses. It's clear the boys are cut from the same cloth as their father — lithe, dirty brown hair, crystal clear blue eyes like a mountain lake.
"Well, now you've done it. Ol' ox shall not be budging till we rest a spell," the farmer chides with tongue-in-cheek as he feels about his vest for his pipe and weed. It's only after he starts talking that you realize he's not looking at anyone particular. Indeed, the farmer is blind. "M' boy Thomwald here," he tousles the hair of his youngest son, blind fingers finding the boy by instinct, "says you're elves. A most noisome lot of elves then!" He chuckles, but there's an air of attentiveness in how he regards you, ears perking for sound of ambushers, his left hand resting on a cudgel stashed along the wagon's seat. "I'd have thought with the sorceress we had our fill of new folks, but there's a whole gaggle of you. What brings you to our humble lands?"
Quickleaf
Legend
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Quickleaf
Legend
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It's the players' turn in the initiative order.
Claws scrape along Fergus' shield as the drowner's tongue lashes out of its mouth reeking of fish guts, oozing fermented oils drippings down its black maw. To his left, the griffon witcher can make out two more drowners coming out of the pines illuminated a blood red in the strange light, some 25 feet away.
Black blood sprays from Kynee's silver sword as she sends one drowner's head rolling. This was what she was made for. Killing monsters. The coiling motion of her dodge sends the cat witcher weaving under the other drowners foul grasp. Even its minimal intelligence, twisted in undeath, realizes that Kynee is more of a threat that a common fisherman, and the drowner drops into a low stance, hissing at her.
After blowing out the side of the ruined cottage with a burst of thunder, Talashia managed to temporarily pin a drowner under the debris, but it has scrambled to its feet again, climbing over the crumbled moss-covered masonry with a hungry gleam in its black eyes. It begins to move inside the ruined cottage toward the sorceress.
Meanwhile, Elora's eyes flutter back to the moment, a sound of cackling in her ears and a crawling sensation of being watched along the back of her neck. The sudden light of the blood moon; this is the sort of dark magic she was warned about...
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Queenie
Queen of Everything
A shake of her long silvery blond hair and Elora brings herself back to the moment. Everyone seems to be missing except for Talisha, who is being threatened by a slimy swamp... thing. She gives a little squeal once she spots it then quickly fires off one of her more powerful spells.
Magic Missile
1D4+1 = [2]+1 = 3
1D4+1 = [3]+1 = 4
1D4+1 = [2]+1 = 3
Magic Missile
1D4+1 = [2]+1 = 3
1D4+1 = [3]+1 = 4
1D4+1 = [2]+1 = 3
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