Behind him is a medusa with sleek black scales and a serpentine bottom half. Her snake tail splits into muddy roots near the end, and blue and pink flowers bloom along her arms, tail, and spine. A pair of sodden dragonfly wings emerge from her back. Savut, Lady of the Swamp, is here to expand her domain.
"So you ain't all too differnt than me. You got a clear love for serpents." A diamondback buzzes as it slithers from one of his eye sockets to another before disappearing in the darkness of his eyes. "All the same, I'd 'preciate it if you'd find somewhere else to wet the earth. There's plenty of land for the taking, you have no need to trespass on mine."
“This is the place where I was born. I know no other lands. Who are you?”
"Surely a thing as water-soaked as you weren't born in my land. I'm Crotalus, Lord of the Desert. Now who are you?"
“I believe my name is Savut. But besides that, I can’t recall anything. I sprung up here, and the swamp followed. It is a part of me, and follows me. Even when it is reclaimed by the dry and dusty.”
"Well now Miss, I suggest that you run along and find your own patch of land to soak. My desert don't need to be watered none." He sticks his thumbs into his snakeskin belt.
“Is that a threat? I don’t find this place appealing at all. It exists only to kill, whereas my lands are trials for the worthy who can prove their knowledge.” A dark cloud of midges has begun forming from hatching eggs on the knotted bark of Savut’s back.
"It ain't no threat, at least it don't have to be."
A rattling sound rings out when you say that. "The desert exists to be alive. It is a land meant to be thrived in. Sure it's harsh, so is life. My domain is full of trials for life to prove itself in and overcome. My land don't suffer fools lightly and I don't either. You think a canvas has to be dripping in thick clots of paint to be art. I'm a little more sparse with my paint strokes but my world's life ain't nothing to be scoffed at." You feel a wave of dry hot heat wash over you, emanating from the desert god.
“Then perhaps we are simply too dissimilar in domain to get along when our goals are as they are. I find you formidable, so I shall not disturb your realm further. I will take your advice.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Vultures pinwheel through the air, taking in the scene.
As night rises on Herionidus’ grove, everyone hides beneath shelters and dead trees, in tents and in bushes. Plants have all wilted but a few are starting to sprout anew again, grass is coming into the land and a small rainstorm starts to form.
there are about a dozen groups of hundreds, possibly thousands of people that have stayed together and have created collective areas that are semi safe, with housing and leftover food. Anyone not in these groups, the majority of people, are alone or with their friends or families, hoping they aren’t the next victim.
The sun sets completely and a human who is limping towards their shelter as fast as they can is suddenly knocked over onto the ground by a horrible humanoid, with desaturated skin, black eyes, and pearly white teeth sharper than knives. The creature attacks the human, killing him within a mere second.
Five other creatures of similar appearance are stalking the lands as the sun falls, hunting and killing any humans near, before eating them. They don’t seem to ever be sated.
The vultures swirl closer and closer until whirling into a humanoid form and dropping from the sky. A gaunt figure with the head of a longhorn skull and in a sandy poncho lands on the ground and rises up. This god of famine approaches one of the beasts.
It turns its head with a bone cracking jerk and with a smiling face of pointed teeth, it speaks in a voice as sweet as honey.
”Cro-Crotalus… A God of Famine in a land of Gluttons… how ironic…” it coos in its honey-sweet voice, blood running down from its mouth.
"You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name but I don't know yorn. You've got quite the appetite, ain't sustainable."
“Ah, how rude of me to not Introduce myself, Lord Crotalus…” it stands up as its neck snaps back into place.
”I am Magnolia. Magnolia of the Gravediggers. Herionidus Promised us eternal life, and so he gave it to us.” The creature coos, studying her sharp claws.
*forgot to mention, this particular creature has light brown skin and dark, curly hair that reaches her shoulders. She looks almost human, besides the dark eyes and the pointy teeth and the palish skin and stuff*
Behind him is a medusa with sleek black scales and a serpentine bottom half. Her snake tail splits into muddy roots near the end, and blue and pink flowers bloom along her arms, tail, and spine. A pair of sodden dragonfly wings emerge from her back. Savut, Lady of the Swamp, is here to expand her domain.
"So you ain't all too differnt than me. You got a clear love for serpents." A diamondback buzzes as it slithers from one of his eye sockets to another before disappearing in the darkness of his eyes. "All the same, I'd 'preciate it if you'd find somewhere else to wet the earth. There's plenty of land for the taking, you have no need to trespass on mine."
“This is the place where I was born. I know no other lands. Who are you?”
"Surely a thing as water-soaked as you weren't born in my land. I'm Crotalus, Lord of the Desert. Now who are you?"
“I believe my name is Savut. But besides that, I can’t recall anything. I sprung up here, and the swamp followed. It is a part of me, and follows me. Even when it is reclaimed by the dry and dusty.”
"Well now Miss, I suggest that you run along and find your own patch of land to soak. My desert don't need to be watered none." He sticks his thumbs into his snakeskin belt.
“Is that a threat? I don’t find this place appealing at all. It exists only to kill, whereas my lands are trials for the worthy who can prove their knowledge.” A dark cloud of midges has begun forming from hatching eggs on the knotted bark of Savut’s back.
"It ain't no threat, at least it don't have to be."
A rattling sound rings out when you say that. "The desert exists to be alive. It is a land meant to be thrived in. Sure it's harsh, so is life. My domain is full of trials for life to prove itself in and overcome. My land don't suffer fools lightly and I don't either. You think a canvas has to be dripping in thick clots of paint to be art. I'm a little more sparse with my paint strokes but my world's life ain't nothing to be scoffed at." You feel a wave of dry hot heat wash over you, emanating from the desert god.
“Then perhaps we are simply too dissimilar in domain to get along when our goals are as they are. I find you formidable, so I shall not disturb your realm further. I will take your advice.”
He tips his hat to you, "I 'ppreciate it. Feel free to visit whenever you wish, just be careful not to wet my earth too much."
Behind him is a medusa with sleek black scales and a serpentine bottom half. Her snake tail splits into muddy roots near the end, and blue and pink flowers bloom along her arms, tail, and spine. A pair of sodden dragonfly wings emerge from her back. Savut, Lady of the Swamp, is here to expand her domain.
"So you ain't all too differnt than me. You got a clear love for serpents." A diamondback buzzes as it slithers from one of his eye sockets to another before disappearing in the darkness of his eyes. "All the same, I'd 'preciate it if you'd find somewhere else to wet the earth. There's plenty of land for the taking, you have no need to trespass on mine."
“This is the place where I was born. I know no other lands. Who are you?”
"Surely a thing as water-soaked as you weren't born in my land. I'm Crotalus, Lord of the Desert. Now who are you?"
“I believe my name is Savut. But besides that, I can’t recall anything. I sprung up here, and the swamp followed. It is a part of me, and follows me. Even when it is reclaimed by the dry and dusty.”
"Well now Miss, I suggest that you run along and find your own patch of land to soak. My desert don't need to be watered none." He sticks his thumbs into his snakeskin belt.
“Is that a threat? I don’t find this place appealing at all. It exists only to kill, whereas my lands are trials for the worthy who can prove their knowledge.” A dark cloud of midges has begun forming from hatching eggs on the knotted bark of Savut’s back.
"It ain't no threat, at least it don't have to be."
A rattling sound rings out when you say that. "The desert exists to be alive. It is a land meant to be thrived in. Sure it's harsh, so is life. My domain is full of trials for life to prove itself in and overcome. My land don't suffer fools lightly and I don't either. You think a canvas has to be dripping in thick clots of paint to be art. I'm a little more sparse with my paint strokes but my world's life ain't nothing to be scoffed at." You feel a wave of dry hot heat wash over you, emanating from the desert god.
“Then perhaps we are simply too dissimilar in domain to get along when our goals are as they are. I find you formidable, so I shall not disturb your realm further. I will take your advice.”
He tips his hat to you, "I 'ppreciate it. Feel free to visit whenever you wish, just be careful not to wet my earth too much."
“Alright, then. I must find another place to conquer.” Savut turns, heading east, in the direction of what was once the holds of Heronidius.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The vultures swirl closer and closer until whirling into a humanoid form and dropping from the sky. A gaunt figure with the head of a longhorn skull and in a sandy poncho lands on the ground and rises up. This god of famine approaches one of the beasts.
It turns its head with a bone cracking jerk and with a smiling face of pointed teeth, it speaks in a voice as sweet as honey.
”Cro-Crotalus… A God of Famine in a land of Gluttons… how ironic…” it coos in its honey-sweet voice, blood running down from its mouth.
"You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name but I don't know yorn. You've got quite the appetite, ain't sustainable."
“Ah, how rude of me to not Introduce myself, Lord Crotalus…” it stands up as its neck snaps back into place.
”I am Magnolia. Magnolia of the Gravediggers. Herionidus Promised us eternal life, and so he gave it to us.” The creature coos, studying her sharp claws.
*forgot to mention, this particular creature has light brown skin and dark, curly hair that reaches her shoulders. She looks almost human, besides the dark eyes and the pointy teeth and the palish skin and stuff*
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Magnolia. By the looks of things, you ain't gonna leave nothing to be buried when you're done. Will you ever be done?"
Behind him is a medusa with sleek black scales and a serpentine bottom half. Her snake tail splits into muddy roots near the end, and blue and pink flowers bloom along her arms, tail, and spine. A pair of sodden dragonfly wings emerge from her back. Savut, Lady of the Swamp, is here to expand her domain.
"So you ain't all too differnt than me. You got a clear love for serpents." A diamondback buzzes as it slithers from one of his eye sockets to another before disappearing in the darkness of his eyes. "All the same, I'd 'preciate it if you'd find somewhere else to wet the earth. There's plenty of land for the taking, you have no need to trespass on mine."
“This is the place where I was born. I know no other lands. Who are you?”
"Surely a thing as water-soaked as you weren't born in my land. I'm Crotalus, Lord of the Desert. Now who are you?"
“I believe my name is Savut. But besides that, I can’t recall anything. I sprung up here, and the swamp followed. It is a part of me, and follows me. Even when it is reclaimed by the dry and dusty.”
"Well now Miss, I suggest that you run along and find your own patch of land to soak. My desert don't need to be watered none." He sticks his thumbs into his snakeskin belt.
“Is that a threat? I don’t find this place appealing at all. It exists only to kill, whereas my lands are trials for the worthy who can prove their knowledge.” A dark cloud of midges has begun forming from hatching eggs on the knotted bark of Savut’s back.
"It ain't no threat, at least it don't have to be."
A rattling sound rings out when you say that. "The desert exists to be alive. It is a land meant to be thrived in. Sure it's harsh, so is life. My domain is full of trials for life to prove itself in and overcome. My land don't suffer fools lightly and I don't either. You think a canvas has to be dripping in thick clots of paint to be art. I'm a little more sparse with my paint strokes but my world's life ain't nothing to be scoffed at." You feel a wave of dry hot heat wash over you, emanating from the desert god.
“Then perhaps we are simply too dissimilar in domain to get along when our goals are as they are. I find you formidable, so I shall not disturb your realm further. I will take your advice.”
He tips his hat to you, "I 'ppreciate it. Feel free to visit whenever you wish, just be careful not to wet my earth too much."
“Alright, then. I must find another place to conquer.” Savut turns, heading east, in the direction of what was once the holds of Heronidius.
He watches you leave before turning to tend to his dry river beds.
Behind him is a medusa with sleek black scales and a serpentine bottom half. Her snake tail splits into muddy roots near the end, and blue and pink flowers bloom along her arms, tail, and spine. A pair of sodden dragonfly wings emerge from her back. Savut, Lady of the Swamp, is here to expand her domain.
"So you ain't all too differnt than me. You got a clear love for serpents." A diamondback buzzes as it slithers from one of his eye sockets to another before disappearing in the darkness of his eyes. "All the same, I'd 'preciate it if you'd find somewhere else to wet the earth. There's plenty of land for the taking, you have no need to trespass on mine."
“This is the place where I was born. I know no other lands. Who are you?”
"Surely a thing as water-soaked as you weren't born in my land. I'm Crotalus, Lord of the Desert. Now who are you?"
“I believe my name is Savut. But besides that, I can’t recall anything. I sprung up here, and the swamp followed. It is a part of me, and follows me. Even when it is reclaimed by the dry and dusty.”
"Well now Miss, I suggest that you run along and find your own patch of land to soak. My desert don't need to be watered none." He sticks his thumbs into his snakeskin belt.
“Is that a threat? I don’t find this place appealing at all. It exists only to kill, whereas my lands are trials for the worthy who can prove their knowledge.” A dark cloud of midges has begun forming from hatching eggs on the knotted bark of Savut’s back.
"It ain't no threat, at least it don't have to be."
A rattling sound rings out when you say that. "The desert exists to be alive. It is a land meant to be thrived in. Sure it's harsh, so is life. My domain is full of trials for life to prove itself in and overcome. My land don't suffer fools lightly and I don't either. You think a canvas has to be dripping in thick clots of paint to be art. I'm a little more sparse with my paint strokes but my world's life ain't nothing to be scoffed at." You feel a wave of dry hot heat wash over you, emanating from the desert god.
“Then perhaps we are simply too dissimilar in domain to get along when our goals are as they are. I find you formidable, so I shall not disturb your realm further. I will take your advice.”
He tips his hat to you, "I 'ppreciate it. Feel free to visit whenever you wish, just be careful not to wet my earth too much."
“Alright, then. I must find another place to conquer.” Savut turns, heading east, in the direction of what was once the holds of Heronidius.
During the day, Herionidus’ former domain was already horrible.
during the night, it’s so, so much worse. The Red Festival has persisted for a week, and no human can escape the valley alive due to how powerful the river is. Humans are suffering and starving while the six creatures haunting the Domain continue to feed, never sated.
The vultures swirl closer and closer until whirling into a humanoid form and dropping from the sky. A gaunt figure with the head of a longhorn skull and in a sandy poncho lands on the ground and rises up. This god of famine approaches one of the beasts.
It turns its head with a bone cracking jerk and with a smiling face of pointed teeth, it speaks in a voice as sweet as honey.
”Cro-Crotalus… A God of Famine in a land of Gluttons… how ironic…” it coos in its honey-sweet voice, blood running down from its mouth.
"You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name but I don't know yorn. You've got quite the appetite, ain't sustainable."
“Ah, how rude of me to not Introduce myself, Lord Crotalus…” it stands up as its neck snaps back into place.
”I am Magnolia. Magnolia of the Gravediggers. Herionidus Promised us eternal life, and so he gave it to us.” The creature coos, studying her sharp claws.
*forgot to mention, this particular creature has light brown skin and dark, curly hair that reaches her shoulders. She looks almost human, besides the dark eyes and the pointy teeth and the palish skin and stuff*
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Magnolia. By the looks of things, you ain't gonna leave nothing to be buried when you're done. Will you ever be done?"
“Feeding? Oh, no. I will live for as long as I feed, and I plan to live forever. Just as Herionidus intended.”
“Then we shall let them taste a bit of our power, shan’t we?” Savut muses to herself. The eggs on her back crack, unveiling a swarm of flies and mosquitoes. This swarm has the effect of the spell insect plague. She sends it in the direction of the Gravediggers from about a mile away.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Then we shall let them taste a bit of our power, shan’t we?” Savut muses to herself. The eggs on her back crack, unveiling a swarm of flies and mosquitoes. This swarm has the effect of the spell insect plague. She sends it in the direction of the Gravediggers from about a mile away.
The Gravediggers in the area flee from the swarm. Besides two of them, who seem to have stayed relatively close together from the start of the Red Festival. They start to back away as the swarm approaches, but they don’t run. If they become severely damaged then they both run off together. They’re basically just seeing how dangerous the swarm is first.
"You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name but I don't know yorn. You've got quite the appetite, ain't sustainable."
“Ah, how rude of me to not Introduce myself, Lord Crotalus…” it stands up as its neck snaps back into place.
”I am Magnolia. Magnolia of the Gravediggers. Herionidus Promised us eternal life, and so he gave it to us.” The creature coos, studying her sharp claws.
*forgot to mention, this particular creature has light brown skin and dark, curly hair that reaches her shoulders. She looks almost human, besides the dark eyes and the pointy teeth and the palish skin and stuff*
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Magnolia. By the looks of things, you ain't gonna leave nothing to be buried when you're done. Will you ever be done?"
“Feeding? Oh, no. I will live for as long as I feed, and I plan to live forever. Just as Herionidus intended.”
"Most things live for as long as they feed. Ain't you able to eat something other than humans though? I'm sure they don't 'ppreciate it."
“Then we shall let them taste a bit of our power, shan’t we?” Savut muses to herself. The eggs on her back crack, unveiling a swarm of flies and mosquitoes. This swarm has the effect of the spell insect plague. She sends it in the direction of the Gravediggers from about a mile away.
The Gravediggers in the area flee from the swarm. Besides two of them, who seem to have stayed relatively close together from the start of the Red Festival. They start to back away as the swarm approaches, but they don’t run. If they become severely damaged then they both run off together. They’re basically just seeing how dangerous the swarm is first.
Does that mean they willingly fail the Constitution saving throw?
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Then we shall let them taste a bit of our power, shan’t we?” Savut muses to herself. The eggs on her back crack, unveiling a swarm of flies and mosquitoes. This swarm has the effect of the spell insect plague. She sends it in the direction of the Gravediggers from about a mile away.
The Gravediggers in the area flee from the swarm. Besides two of them, who seem to have stayed relatively close together from the start of the Red Festival. They start to back away as the swarm approaches, but they don’t run. If they become severely damaged then they both run off together. They’re basically just seeing how dangerous the swarm is first.
Does that mean they willingly fail the Constitution saving throw?
"You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name but I don't know yorn. You've got quite the appetite, ain't sustainable."
“Ah, how rude of me to not Introduce myself, Lord Crotalus…” it stands up as its neck snaps back into place.
”I am Magnolia. Magnolia of the Gravediggers. Herionidus Promised us eternal life, and so he gave it to us.” The creature coos, studying her sharp claws.
*forgot to mention, this particular creature has light brown skin and dark, curly hair that reaches her shoulders. She looks almost human, besides the dark eyes and the pointy teeth and the palish skin and stuff*
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Magnolia. By the looks of things, you ain't gonna leave nothing to be buried when you're done. Will you ever be done?"
“Feeding? Oh, no. I will live for as long as I feed, and I plan to live forever. Just as Herionidus intended.”
"Most things live for as long as they feed. Ain't you able to eat something other than humans though? I'm sure they don't 'ppreciate it."
“Well, we could, but there isn’t any living wildlife left in the area and humans provide us with the best food. We would need to eat many, many more wild animals than we would humans… their blood is simply to die for!”
“Then we shall let them taste a bit of our power, shan’t we?” Savut muses to herself. The eggs on her back crack, unveiling a swarm of flies and mosquitoes. This swarm has the effect of the spell insect plague. She sends it in the direction of the Gravediggers from about a mile away.
The Gravediggers in the area flee from the swarm. Besides two of them, who seem to have stayed relatively close together from the start of the Red Festival. They start to back away as the swarm approaches, but they don’t run. If they become severely damaged then they both run off together. They’re basically just seeing how dangerous the swarm is first.
Does that mean they willingly fail the Constitution saving throw?
Yeah
They each take 26 piercing damage, assuming no resistances or vulnerabilities.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Then we shall let them taste a bit of our power, shan’t we?” Savut muses to herself. The eggs on her back crack, unveiling a swarm of flies and mosquitoes. This swarm has the effect of the spell insect plague. She sends it in the direction of the Gravediggers from about a mile away.
The Gravediggers in the area flee from the swarm. Besides two of them, who seem to have stayed relatively close together from the start of the Red Festival. They start to back away as the swarm approaches, but they don’t run. If they become severely damaged then they both run off together. They’re basically just seeing how dangerous the swarm is first.
Does that mean they willingly fail the Constitution saving throw?
Yeah
They each take 20 piercing damage, assuming no resistances or vulnerabilities.
The Gravediggers recoil and back away from the swarm, searching for its source. (Assuming they see Savut) they start rushing towards her, running like dogs on all fours. They don’t exactly seem like they want to attack, sensing her immense power.
The wounds they had sustained from the swarm quickly heal as their skin stitches itself back together.
“Then we shall let them taste a bit of our power, shan’t we?” Savut muses to herself. The eggs on her back crack, unveiling a swarm of flies and mosquitoes. This swarm has the effect of the spell insect plague. She sends it in the direction of the Gravediggers from about a mile away.
The Gravediggers in the area flee from the swarm. Besides two of them, who seem to have stayed relatively close together from the start of the Red Festival. They start to back away as the swarm approaches, but they don’t run. If they become severely damaged then they both run off together. They’re basically just seeing how dangerous the swarm is first.
Does that mean they willingly fail the Constitution saving throw?
Yeah
They each take 20 piercing damage, assuming no resistances or vulnerabilities.
The Gravediggers recoil and back away from the swarm, searching for its source. (Assuming they see Savut) they start rushing towards her, running like dogs on all fours. They don’t exactly seem like they want to attack, sensing her immense power.
The wounds they had sustained from the swarm quickly heal as their skin stitches itself back together.
“So, it seems every patch of this world is claimed by another. I will take this one and make it something worthwhile.” Savut’s tail whips out at the Gravedigger closest to her. Attack: 23 Damage: 18 bludgeoning damage
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Then we shall let them taste a bit of our power, shan’t we?” Savut muses to herself. The eggs on her back crack, unveiling a swarm of flies and mosquitoes. This swarm has the effect of the spell insect plague. She sends it in the direction of the Gravediggers from about a mile away.
The Gravediggers in the area flee from the swarm. Besides two of them, who seem to have stayed relatively close together from the start of the Red Festival. They start to back away as the swarm approaches, but they don’t run. If they become severely damaged then they both run off together. They’re basically just seeing how dangerous the swarm is first.
Does that mean they willingly fail the Constitution saving throw?
Yeah
They each take 20 piercing damage, assuming no resistances or vulnerabilities.
The Gravediggers recoil and back away from the swarm, searching for its source. (Assuming they see Savut) they start rushing towards her, running like dogs on all fours. They don’t exactly seem like they want to attack, sensing her immense power.
The wounds they had sustained from the swarm quickly heal as their skin stitches itself back together.
“So, it seems every patch of this world is claimed by another. I will take this one and make it something worthwhile.” Savut’s tail whips out at the Gravedigger closest to her. Attack: 17 Damage: 17 bludgeoning damage
The Gravedigger recoils as its wounded. Immediately, its wound begins to stitch itself back together again.
”Cease! Foul demon creature, why do you attack us?”
"You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name but I don't know yorn. You've got quite the appetite, ain't sustainable."
“Ah, how rude of me to not Introduce myself, Lord Crotalus…” it stands up as its neck snaps back into place.
”I am Magnolia. Magnolia of the Gravediggers. Herionidus Promised us eternal life, and so he gave it to us.” The creature coos, studying her sharp claws.
*forgot to mention, this particular creature has light brown skin and dark, curly hair that reaches her shoulders. She looks almost human, besides the dark eyes and the pointy teeth and the palish skin and stuff*
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Magnolia. By the looks of things, you ain't gonna leave nothing to be buried when you're done. Will you ever be done?"
“Feeding? Oh, no. I will live for as long as I feed, and I plan to live forever. Just as Herionidus intended.”
"Most things live for as long as they feed. Ain't you able to eat something other than humans though? I'm sure they don't 'ppreciate it."
“Well, we could, but there isn’t any living wildlife left in the area and humans provide us with the best food. We would need to eat many, many more wild animals than we would humans… their blood is simply to die for!”
"What were you before you became the monstrosities you are now?" He says, sand begins to pour out from his eye sockets like a stream of tears.
“Then we shall let them taste a bit of our power, shan’t we?” Savut muses to herself. The eggs on her back crack, unveiling a swarm of flies and mosquitoes. This swarm has the effect of the spell insect plague. She sends it in the direction of the Gravediggers from about a mile away.
The Gravediggers in the area flee from the swarm. Besides two of them, who seem to have stayed relatively close together from the start of the Red Festival. They start to back away as the swarm approaches, but they don’t run. If they become severely damaged then they both run off together. They’re basically just seeing how dangerous the swarm is first.
Does that mean they willingly fail the Constitution saving throw?
Yeah
They each take 20 piercing damage, assuming no resistances or vulnerabilities.
The Gravediggers recoil and back away from the swarm, searching for its source. (Assuming they see Savut) they start rushing towards her, running like dogs on all fours. They don’t exactly seem like they want to attack, sensing her immense power.
The wounds they had sustained from the swarm quickly heal as their skin stitches itself back together.
“So, it seems every patch of this world is claimed by another. I will take this one and make it something worthwhile.” Savut’s tail whips out at the Gravedigger closest to her. Attack: 17 Damage: 17 bludgeoning damage
The Gravedigger recoils as its wounded. Immediately, its wound begins to stitch itself back together again.
”Cease! Foul demon creature, why do you attack us?”
“I am here to take this once-beautiful grove and nurse it back to life, and undo the destruction you have wrought.” Her tail whips back around, a long lance made of reddish wood and silvery scales growing from its end.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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“Then perhaps we are simply too dissimilar in domain to get along when our goals are as they are. I find you formidable, so I shall not disturb your realm further. I will take your advice.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Ah, how rude of me to not Introduce myself, Lord Crotalus…” it stands up as its neck snaps back into place.
”I am Magnolia. Magnolia of the Gravediggers. Herionidus Promised us eternal life, and so he gave it to us.” The creature coos, studying her sharp claws.
*forgot to mention, this particular creature has light brown skin and dark, curly hair that reaches her shoulders. She looks almost human, besides the dark eyes and the pointy teeth and the palish skin and stuff*
He tips his hat to you, "I 'ppreciate it. Feel free to visit whenever you wish, just be careful not to wet my earth too much."
“Alright, then. I must find another place to conquer.” Savut turns, heading east, in the direction of what was once the holds of Heronidius.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Magnolia. By the looks of things, you ain't gonna leave nothing to be buried when you're done. Will you ever be done?"
He watches you leave before turning to tend to his dry river beds.
During the day, Herionidus’ former domain was already horrible.
during the night, it’s so, so much worse. The Red Festival has persisted for a week, and no human can escape the valley alive due to how powerful the river is. Humans are suffering and starving while the six creatures haunting the Domain continue to feed, never sated.
“Feeding? Oh, no. I will live for as long as I feed, and I plan to live forever. Just as Herionidus intended.”
“Then we shall let them taste a bit of our power, shan’t we?” Savut muses to herself. The eggs on her back crack, unveiling a swarm of flies and mosquitoes. This swarm has the effect of the spell insect plague. She sends it in the direction of the Gravediggers from about a mile away.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Gravediggers in the area flee from the swarm. Besides two of them, who seem to have stayed relatively close together from the start of the Red Festival. They start to back away as the swarm approaches, but they don’t run. If they become severely damaged then they both run off together. They’re basically just seeing how dangerous the swarm is first.
"Most things live for as long as they feed. Ain't you able to eat something other than humans though? I'm sure they don't 'ppreciate it."
Does that mean they willingly fail the Constitution saving throw?
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Yeah
“Well, we could, but there isn’t any living wildlife left in the area and humans provide us with the best food. We would need to eat many, many more wild animals than we would humans… their blood is simply to die for!”
They each take 26 piercing damage, assuming no resistances or vulnerabilities.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Gravediggers recoil and back away from the swarm, searching for its source. (Assuming they see Savut) they start rushing towards her, running like dogs on all fours. They don’t exactly seem like they want to attack, sensing her immense power.
The wounds they had sustained from the swarm quickly heal as their skin stitches itself back together.
“So, it seems every patch of this world is claimed by another. I will take this one and make it something worthwhile.” Savut’s tail whips out at the Gravedigger closest to her. Attack: 23 Damage: 18 bludgeoning damage
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Gravedigger recoils as its wounded. Immediately, its wound begins to stitch itself back together again.
”Cease! Foul demon creature, why do you attack us?”
"What were you before you became the monstrosities you are now?" He says, sand begins to pour out from his eye sockets like a stream of tears.
“I am here to take this once-beautiful grove and nurse it back to life, and undo the destruction you have wrought.” Her tail whips back around, a long lance made of reddish wood and silvery scales growing from its end.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.