There are tiny things that can get into your blood called germs and can make you sick.
A health potion was originally just fruit juices in herbal tea as a common drink. You can make it yourself without alchemy.
If you look in a mirror at night and say the full name of a dead relative five times, a revenant of your relative will come to kill you.
If you sneeze, a bit of your soul is expelled from your body.
Inhaling the fetor of a rotten egg will make you immune to poisonous gasses for a few minutes.
If you close your eyes tightly, a spectre cannot harm you. If you can't see it, it can't see you.
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Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider. My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong. I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲 “It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
Inspired by a very creepy legend regarding a popular magic item, I started thinking of other rumors/urban legends that might be in a D&D world.
There are tiny things that can get into your blood called germs and can make you sick.
A health potion was originally just fruit juices in herbal tea as a common drink. You can make it yourself without alchemy.
If you look in a mirror at night and say the full name of a dead relative five times, a revenant of your relative will come to kill you.
If you sneeze, a bit of your soul is expelled from your body.
Inhaling the fetor of a rotten egg will make you immune to poisonous gasses for a few minutes.
If you close your eyes tightly, a spectre cannot harm you. If you can't see it, it can't see you.
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
The spellplague was created through a new form of astral plane communication using multiple horses called Five Gee Gees.
This new canon for my setting (at least for how the first mimics came to be anyway).