Trasnet Tempest, often called Tras, was born into a devout sect of Genasi that worshipped the elemental deities that govern over all of the planes. His family and most of the famlies of their tribe worshiped at the temple of five-points, a pentagram where each point housed a smaller temple to each of the five elemental patron deities, Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Storm. The goal of the five pointed sect was primarily to maintaining harmony between the elemental planes and each other. To embrace the similarities of self and ultimately to understand each other's differences.
However, at the core of their teachings was a taboo, a belief that all elements came from an evil singular primordial entity called Prisma. There is no evidence or even memory of Prisma in any religion or pantheon except for theirs, and there was a prophecy that one day a planar syzygy would reunite Prisma's body and form with epic consequences. This celestial event threatened to reunite Prisma in a physical manifestation, an elemental abomination split across the five planes, reunited for evil and chaos, potentially unleashing elemental horror upon the material plane and all other planes, if it should ever actually occur. At least some of the more sacred and guarded texts teach of this possibility.
Tras never really felt the divine spark, unlike his other family members who were called as priests, clerics, and even druids. Instead, he took on the mundane but essential tasks necessary to maintain daily tasks, always feeling like an outsider but also feeling the need to serve. His duties included cooking, repairing, and running errands to nearby villages. Despite his hard work, Tras always felt like the black sheep of the family, overshadowed by his more pious siblings.
One night, everything changed. An army of werebeasts, guided by evil god Malar, annihilated the Trans' entire sect. The temple was destroyed, and not a single member of his family was identifiable among the dead. Trans was saved because at the time of the attack, he was on errand in another town, performing his dutiful tasks away from the temple. When he returned, he was overwhelmed by fear and grief, Tras fled into the woods, guided by an unknown force and found a twisted shrine that he had never seen before. When he regained his senses, he lay at the foot of a ruined pedestal, sticking out of the stone a glowing greatsword, seemingly blessed by the moon.
Sehanine Moonbow, the lingering Aspect of Selûne, having survived the spellplague, being venerated into godhood, and now coexisting in Valinor along side of Selûne has been contemplating her place in the pantheon. Watching Malar's evil actions closely and being a patron god to good lycanthropes, she has orchestrated the prophecy, binding the fates to a single hero as her champion, The Moon-Touched Chosen.
Tras is now moved by the hand of Sehanine, a feeling of familiarity enters his body, and peaceful purpose wells up from deep inside. He moved without knowing or understanding and pulled the glowing greatsword out of the stone pedestal with ease. At that moment a hermit named Elarion Windwhisper revealed himself.
"It breaks my heart to see you wield the Moon-Touched Sword. For more than 100 years I have guarded as the keeper of this sacred and forgotten alter. Shroud in magic, only those of true faith can find it, lost in the woods, and only upon a certain blessed night does this sword appear. I was not only it's keeper but in my pride I believed myself to be the true champion of Sehanine, The Moon-Touched Chosen. But for all my faith and loyal dedication for over 100 years, I could not wield the implement that you so easily hold." He weeps loudly and falls to his knees. "Oh Sehanine, have I dedicated my life to be but an ambassador, not knowing the day or hour of your choosing."
He stands up and gathers himself. Now composed his voice changes and he approaches you. "I am Elarion Windwhisper. I gladly accept my fate as your mentor. Please come to my cabin and we shall begin your training."
Years pass and Trans grows to love Elarion as a father and a teacher. Elarion passes along his forbidden knowledge of Hemocraft to Trans. Ushering him into the Order of the Profane Soul and warning against Evil Lycanthropes.
One day Tras is out in the Darkwoods, training alone when he spots an jackalwere feasting on a freshly killed deer.
As Tras went through his normal morning workout, he finishes his morning routine with one of the bigger elements that Elarion trained him on: losing one’s self in the woodwork to then learn how to track themselves back to where they began. It was a rather good training practice, as it highlighted the means of how to track an individual while also being able to see the means in which you might leave a trail behind. Tras still needed work on it, though, as it took him normally an extra hour getting back to the hutch that Elarion set up as their training grounds while it took Elarion only about 10 or 15 minutes.
It is in this day’s training that he spots the jackalwere. He pauses for a moment as he sees it, a moment of excitement and panic ringing through his body. The sensation soon subsides, however, as he breathes deeply to ready himself, reaching behind him to ready his sword and to make practical use of the first curse he was taught.
When he was close enough, he calls out, “BINDA” towards the creature, feeling his energy drain as he empowers the word to attempt to bind the creature into place and prevent it from escaping before he moves in to strike it down.
When he was close enough, he calls out, “BINDA” towards the creature, feeling his energy drain as he empowers the word to attempt to bind the creature into place and prevent it from escaping before he moves in to strike it down.
The jackalwere is hit with the feeling of pain and paralasys, as his blood seemingly coagulates and stiffens, forcing it to attempt a Strength Save DC 13 vs 17 or have it's speed reduced to 0 and no reactions.
That's a move and a bonus, you still have your action.
Blood Curse of Binding As a bonus action, you attempt to bind a Large or smaller creature that you can see within 30 ft. of you. It must succeed on a STR Saving Throw (DC 13) or the cursed creature’s speed reduced to 0 and it cannot take reactions until the end of your next turn.
Tras draws his blade in a flash of silvery light, it illuminating the area about 10 ft around him. He cries out as he brings the large sword down onto the jackalwere, attempting to cut it into pieces.,
Tras draws his blade in a flash of silvery light, it illuminating the area about 10 ft around him. He cries out as he brings the large sword down onto the jackalwere, attempting to cut it into pieces.,
Tras attacks with his greatsword, +6 to hit for (2d6+4 damage)
Tras draws his blade in a flash of silvery light, it illuminating the area about 10 ft around him. He cries out as he brings the large sword down onto the jackalwere, attempting to cut it into pieces.,
Tras attacks with his greatsword, +6 to hit for (2d6+4 damage)
Attack [.roll]1d20+6[./roll], Damage [.roll]2d6+4[./roll] I'm using this one because it's the more simple formula for rolling. The drawback is that if you crit, you have to roll dice a second time.
I cut and pasted the command and removed the periods from inside the square brakets
Jackalwere performs a sleep gaze on Tras. You must attempt a Wisdom DC 10 saving throw of succumb to magical slumber.
Wis Save DC 10 vs [.roll]1d20+1[./roll]
Sleep Gaze The jackalwere gazes at one creature it can see within 30 feet of it. The target must make a DC 10 Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the target succumbs to a magical slumber, falling unconscious for 10 minutes or until someone uses an action to shake the target awake. A creature that successfully saves against the effect is immune to this jackalwere’s gaze for the next 24 hours. Undead and creatures immune to being charmed aren’t affected by it.
Seeing the gaze coming from the Jackalwere as an obvious tell, Tras immediately kicked into his sense as he pushed through its effects by recalling the horrors that haunted his dreams. Instead, he pulled the sword back, yelling with anger as he drove it through where the creature’s eyes were, cutting the top part of its head clean off and sending it flying through the air.
He sighs a little as he lets his adrenaline ease slightly, kneeling down next to the beast to see what damage had been done to it. “Now, where could this thing have come from…” he mutters aloud to himself.
Feel free to either stabalize the creature or coup de grace to make sure it doesnt regenerate or wake.
If you like to bring the body back to further investigate.
Jackalwere Rewards 100 XP
* Kill the lycanthrope, recover the body * Stabilize the lycanthrope, interrogate * Continue searching for clues and tracks * Return to your home and report back to your teacher * Explore, investigate, discover * Do something else
Tras reminds himself of Jackalwere’s ability to stabilize themselves, grabbing the rope from his kit and securely typing its hands and legs together tightly in a way that it couldn’t move & it was also forced to remain in a somewhat fetal position. From there, Tras would immediately turn back, only being about halfway through the trail.
Tras reminds himself of Jackalwere’s ability to stabilize themselves, grabbing the rope from his kit and securely typing its hands and legs together tightly in a way that it couldn’t move & it was also forced to remain in a somewhat fetal position. From there, Tras would immediately turn back, only being about halfway through the trail.
Once he returns to Elarion he recounts the incident with the jackalwere.
"I hope you spared the poor soul. Feasting on a deer does not make you an evil lycanthrope. I hope you spared it's life. We must tend to it's wounds and force it to change back to it's original form and find out which masters it serves."
Suddenly there is a knock is at the door. "Is it Kythorn already. Tras, please get the door for me, it's my daughter come to visit. Don't be shy around her, she knows of Sehanine and the Moon-Touched Chosen. I just haven't told her that I now know that it's not me."
Tras opens the door and Tali Windwhisper enters. "Oh. Excuse me, I'm here looking for Elarion, have you seen him."
Tras nods, showing how he had stabilized the Jackalwere and kept him bound. “I know well enough about that. There just had been no lycanthropes that came that close to the site before,” Tras explains, beginning to unstrap the blade and its sheath from his back. However, he stops as the knock came at the door. His head jerks towards Elarion at the mention of a daughter, shock across his face. “A daughter?! You’ve never mentioned this before. Besides, how did she know how to fi-“ Tras stops mid-speech as he opens the door, his eyes going wide as he takes in Tali.
”Y-yes…He’s just inside…” he is able to just manage to get out, stepping a bit out of the way for her to enter.
Elarion seems to age instantly when Tali embraces him, as if he was hiding his weariness and pain until she arrived. Tali leads Elarion to an old chair and wraps him up in a blanket. Then goes into the kitchen and puts on a kettle.
"Running him ragged, I see." Her head darts around a corner and looks you straight in the eye. "Hey, I'm talking to you, new guy. My father is old and I see you have weapons and some kind of animal. I hope you're taking it easy on him. He's all about adventure but the truth is it's not good for him too get to excited these days."
She hands you and Elarion both a cup of tea and then she starts cleaning and straightening up things in the cottage.
Tali is a strikingly beautiful half-elf woman, and by her looks, she clearly resembles her mother. Based on the fact that she hung up a Lute, a Lyre, and she wears a penny flute around her neck, it's safe to guess that she's a musician of sorts.
It's clear that she cares for her father but you notice that Elarion responds to her care and actually enjoys being pampered.
Elarion, seeming much more peaceful invites you to sit and immediately goes into his plan, "We need to build a cage to house and feed the jackalwere. Eventually he will turn back and we can care for him and question him. If his loyalties are to other evil Lycanthropes and the minions of Malar, then you must kill it. But if he is a blessed creature of Selune, then we may have found allies in this fight."
Elarion sits back, sipping his tea, with a satisfied smile on his face. Tali scoffs at him, "Don't make me get strict. All this nonsense isn't good for you, father."
Suddenly, you hear animals howl, coming from far off in the distance.
“What nonsense are you speaking of?” Tras just manages to get out, remaining silent for the rest of the conversation between the two of them. At the sound of the animals, Tras feels his hair stand on end, re-attaching the sword to his back. He looks back to Elarion, saying, “I don’t think the howls have been that close before,” he says, tightening the armor a bit as he heads for the door. “I’ll see what is going on, then I’ll get to work on the cages. I kinda hoped this Jackalwere was the only one, but I’m afraid I might have been mistaken…”
"You see, my father was once a famous adventurer. He spoke of rumors and myths." She looks back at Elarion who has a dismissive look on his face.
"Has he told you about Sehanine? The god who broke into two? As if a god can have two bodies and two personalities at the same time."
Her hands clasp as she speaks and then she breaks the hold, miming her words as she makes two fists that open to show her empty palms.
"When my mother was alive, she told me to watch over him, to care for him, and to give in to his fantastic stories. But now he's moved way out into the woods, so I can only visit a couple months out of the year. But I work close by, in the town over, I perform musical shows and I have just enough coin that we both can live comfortably."
Another howl can be hear, this time much closer. Tali grabs her crossbow and rapier. "That howl doesn't sound right. It's too large and too close. I'm coming with you."
“I am keenly aware of Sehanine, yes. Your father has told me the stories numerous times,” Tras replies, suddenly aware of the reason Elarion might have sent him away on a few week long hiking treks.
At her desire to come with him, Tras somewhat stutters at the idea, but eventually relents. “Would I be right in guessing he trained you on how to use those, then? Last thing I wanna do is take you away from your father.”
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Tras makes a mental note to ask her about her mother, frowning as he sees the jackalweres in the distance. "Guessing these are part of the other one's pack," Tras replies in Elvish, wanting to keep any conversation private as he reaches behind him, pulling out the moon touched greatsword. He glances behind him into the hutch. "Elarion! Have the wards been redone yet?" he calls behind him, quickly returning his gaze out to where a few of the trees directly around the hutch has crescent shapes carved into them, each holding a moonstone that gently glowed.
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Trasnet Tempest, often called Tras, was born into a devout sect of Genasi that worshipped the elemental deities that govern over all of the planes. His family and most of the famlies of their tribe worshiped at the temple of five-points, a pentagram where each point housed a smaller temple to each of the five elemental patron deities, Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Storm. The goal of the five pointed sect was primarily to maintaining harmony between the elemental planes and each other. To embrace the similarities of self and ultimately to understand each other's differences.
However, at the core of their teachings was a taboo, a belief that all elements came from an evil singular primordial entity called Prisma. There is no evidence or even memory of Prisma in any religion or pantheon except for theirs, and there was a prophecy that one day a planar syzygy would reunite Prisma's body and form with epic consequences. This celestial event threatened to reunite Prisma in a physical manifestation, an elemental abomination split across the five planes, reunited for evil and chaos, potentially unleashing elemental horror upon the material plane and all other planes, if it should ever actually occur. At least some of the more sacred and guarded texts teach of this possibility.
Tras never really felt the divine spark, unlike his other family members who were called as priests, clerics, and even druids. Instead, he took on the mundane but essential tasks necessary to maintain daily tasks, always feeling like an outsider but also feeling the need to serve. His duties included cooking, repairing, and running errands to nearby villages. Despite his hard work, Tras always felt like the black sheep of the family, overshadowed by his more pious siblings.
One night, everything changed. An army of werebeasts, guided by evil god Malar, annihilated the Trans' entire sect. The temple was destroyed, and not a single member of his family was identifiable among the dead. Trans was saved because at the time of the attack, he was on errand in another town, performing his dutiful tasks away from the temple. When he returned, he was overwhelmed by fear and grief, Tras fled into the woods, guided by an unknown force and found a twisted shrine that he had never seen before. When he regained his senses, he lay at the foot of a ruined pedestal, sticking out of the stone a glowing greatsword, seemingly blessed by the moon.
Sehanine Moonbow, the lingering Aspect of Selûne, having survived the spellplague, being venerated into godhood, and now coexisting in Valinor along side of Selûne has been contemplating her place in the pantheon. Watching Malar's evil actions closely and being a patron god to good lycanthropes, she has orchestrated the prophecy, binding the fates to a single hero as her champion, The Moon-Touched Chosen.
Tras is now moved by the hand of Sehanine, a feeling of familiarity enters his body, and peaceful purpose wells up from deep inside. He moved without knowing or understanding and pulled the glowing greatsword out of the stone pedestal with ease. At that moment a hermit named Elarion Windwhisper revealed himself.
"It breaks my heart to see you wield the Moon-Touched Sword. For more than 100 years I have guarded as the keeper of this sacred and forgotten alter. Shroud in magic, only those of true faith can find it, lost in the woods, and only upon a certain blessed night does this sword appear. I was not only it's keeper but in my pride I believed myself to be the true champion of Sehanine, The Moon-Touched Chosen. But for all my faith and loyal dedication for over 100 years, I could not wield the implement that you so easily hold." He weeps loudly and falls to his knees. "Oh Sehanine, have I dedicated my life to be but an ambassador, not knowing the day or hour of your choosing."
He stands up and gathers himself. Now composed his voice changes and he approaches you. "I am Elarion Windwhisper. I gladly accept my fate as your mentor. Please come to my cabin and we shall begin your training."
Years pass and Trans grows to love Elarion as a father and a teacher. Elarion passes along his forbidden knowledge of Hemocraft to Trans. Ushering him into the Order of the Profane Soul and warning against Evil Lycanthropes.
One day Tras is out in the Darkwoods, training alone when he spots an jackalwere feasting on a freshly killed deer.
As Tras went through his normal morning workout, he finishes his morning routine with one of the bigger elements that Elarion trained him on: losing one’s self in the woodwork to then learn how to track themselves back to where they began. It was a rather good training practice, as it highlighted the means of how to track an individual while also being able to see the means in which you might leave a trail behind. Tras still needed work on it, though, as it took him normally an extra hour getting back to the hutch that Elarion set up as their training grounds while it took Elarion only about 10 or 15 minutes.
It is in this day’s training that he spots the jackalwere. He pauses for a moment as he sees it, a moment of excitement and panic ringing through his body. The sensation soon subsides, however, as he breathes deeply to ready himself, reaching behind him to ready his sword and to make practical use of the first curse he was taught.
When he was close enough, he calls out, “BINDA” towards the creature, feeling his energy drain as he empowers the word to attempt to bind the creature into place and prevent it from escaping before he moves in to strike it down.
The jackalwere is hit with the feeling of pain and paralasys, as his blood seemingly coagulates and stiffens, forcing it to attempt a Strength Save DC 13 vs 17 or have it's speed reduced to 0 and no reactions.
That's a move and a bonus, you still have your action.
Blood Curse of Binding
As a bonus action, you attempt to bind a Large or smaller creature that you can see within 30 ft. of you. It must succeed on a STR Saving Throw (DC 13) or the cursed creature’s speed reduced to 0 and it cannot take reactions until the end of your next turn.
Tras draws his blade in a flash of silvery light, it illuminating the area about 10 ft around him. He cries out as he brings the large sword down onto the jackalwere, attempting to cut it into pieces.,
Tras attacks with his greatsword, +6 to hit for (2d6+4 damage)
Attack: [.roll]1d20+6[./roll] Damage: [.roll](if([.roll:-1:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))+4[./roll]
or
Attack [.roll]1d20+6[./roll], Damage [.roll]2d6+4[./roll]
I cut and pasted the command and removed the periods from inside the square brakets
Attack 25, Damage 13
The jackalwere takes 11 damage. jackalwere (7/18)
Jackalwere performs a sleep gaze on Tras. You must attempt a Wisdom DC 10 saving throw of succumb to magical slumber.
Wis Save DC 10 vs [.roll]1d20+1[./roll]
Sleep Gaze
The jackalwere gazes at one creature it can see within 30 feet of it. The target must make a DC 10 Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the target succumbs to a magical slumber, falling unconscious for 10 minutes or until someone uses an action to shake the target awake. A creature that successfully saves against the effect is immune to this jackalwere’s gaze for the next 24 hours. Undead and creatures immune to being charmed aren’t affected by it.
Round 2
Tras << your turn
Jackalwere
Save 20
Attack 15, Damage 14
Seeing the gaze coming from the Jackalwere as an obvious tell, Tras immediately kicked into his sense as he pushed through its effects by recalling the horrors that haunted his dreams. Instead, he pulled the sword back, yelling with anger as he drove it through where the creature’s eyes were, cutting the top part of its head clean off and sending it flying through the air.
He sighs a little as he lets his adrenaline ease slightly, kneeling down next to the beast to see what damage had been done to it. “Now, where could this thing have come from…” he mutters aloud to himself.
Jackalwere is dead. Wow max damage.
Feel free to either stabalize the creature or coup de grace to make sure it doesnt regenerate or wake.
If you like to bring the body back to further investigate.
Jackalwere Rewards
100 XP
* Kill the lycanthrope, recover the body
* Stabilize the lycanthrope, interrogate
* Continue searching for clues and tracks
* Return to your home and report back to your teacher
* Explore, investigate, discover
* Do something else
Tras reminds himself of Jackalwere’s ability to stabilize themselves, grabbing the rope from his kit and securely typing its hands and legs together tightly in a way that it couldn’t move & it was also forced to remain in a somewhat fetal position. From there, Tras would immediately turn back, only being about halfway through the trail.
Once he returns to Elarion he recounts the incident with the jackalwere.
"I hope you spared the poor soul. Feasting on a deer does not make you an evil lycanthrope. I hope you spared it's life. We must tend to it's wounds and force it to change back to it's original form and find out which masters it serves."
Suddenly there is a knock is at the door. "Is it Kythorn already. Tras, please get the door for me, it's my daughter come to visit. Don't be shy around her, she knows of Sehanine and the Moon-Touched Chosen. I just haven't told her that I now know that it's not me."
Tras opens the door and Tali Windwhisper enters. "Oh. Excuse me, I'm here looking for Elarion, have you seen him."
Tras nods, showing how he had stabilized the Jackalwere and kept him bound. “I know well enough about that. There just had been no lycanthropes that came that close to the site before,” Tras explains, beginning to unstrap the blade and its sheath from his back. However, he stops as the knock came at the door. His head jerks towards Elarion at the mention of a daughter, shock across his face. “A daughter?! You’ve never mentioned this before. Besides, how did she know how to fi-“ Tras stops mid-speech as he opens the door, his eyes going wide as he takes in Tali.
”Y-yes…He’s just inside…” he is able to just manage to get out, stepping a bit out of the way for her to enter.
Elarion seems to age instantly when Tali embraces him, as if he was hiding his weariness and pain until she arrived. Tali leads Elarion to an old chair and wraps him up in a blanket. Then goes into the kitchen and puts on a kettle.
"Running him ragged, I see." Her head darts around a corner and looks you straight in the eye. "Hey, I'm talking to you, new guy. My father is old and I see you have weapons and some kind of animal. I hope you're taking it easy on him. He's all about adventure but the truth is it's not good for him too get to excited these days."
She hands you and Elarion both a cup of tea and then she starts cleaning and straightening up things in the cottage.
Tali is a strikingly beautiful half-elf woman, and by her looks, she clearly resembles her mother. Based on the fact that she hung up a Lute, a Lyre, and she wears a penny flute around her neck, it's safe to guess that she's a musician of sorts.
It's clear that she cares for her father but you notice that Elarion responds to her care and actually enjoys being pampered.
Elarion, seeming much more peaceful invites you to sit and immediately goes into his plan, "We need to build a cage to house and feed the jackalwere. Eventually he will turn back and we can care for him and question him. If his loyalties are to other evil Lycanthropes and the minions of Malar, then you must kill it. But if he is a blessed creature of Selune, then we may have found allies in this fight."
Elarion sits back, sipping his tea, with a satisfied smile on his face. Tali scoffs at him, "Don't make me get strict. All this nonsense isn't good for you, father."
Suddenly, you hear animals howl, coming from far off in the distance.
“What nonsense are you speaking of?” Tras just manages to get out, remaining silent for the rest of the conversation between the two of them. At the sound of the animals, Tras feels his hair stand on end, re-attaching the sword to his back. He looks back to Elarion, saying, “I don’t think the howls have been that close before,” he says, tightening the armor a bit as he heads for the door. “I’ll see what is going on, then I’ll get to work on the cages. I kinda hoped this Jackalwere was the only one, but I’m afraid I might have been mistaken…”
"That wolf howl sounds chilling. Stay inside."
She stands up, as if to try to make you stay.
"You see, my father was once a famous adventurer. He spoke of rumors and myths." She looks back at Elarion who has a dismissive look on his face.
"Has he told you about Sehanine? The god who broke into two? As if a god can have two bodies and two personalities at the same time."
Her hands clasp as she speaks and then she breaks the hold, miming her words as she makes two fists that open to show her empty palms.
"When my mother was alive, she told me to watch over him, to care for him, and to give in to his fantastic stories. But now he's moved way out into the woods, so I can only visit a couple months out of the year. But I work close by, in the town over, I perform musical shows and I have just enough coin that we both can live comfortably."
Another howl can be hear, this time much closer. Tali grabs her crossbow and rapier. "That howl doesn't sound right. It's too large and too close. I'm coming with you."
“I am keenly aware of Sehanine, yes. Your father has told me the stories numerous times,” Tras replies, suddenly aware of the reason Elarion might have sent him away on a few week long hiking treks.
At her desire to come with him, Tras somewhat stutters at the idea, but eventually relents. “Would I be right in guessing he trained you on how to use those, then? Last thing I wanna do is take you away from your father.”
"No, nothing like that's going to happen, because I learned everything I need to know from my mother."
She locks a bolt in her hand crossbow and leads the way outside. After a moment two jackalweres appear in the clearing.
J1 init 5
J2 init 11
Tali init 14
Tras makes a mental note to ask her about her mother, frowning as he sees the jackalweres in the distance. "Guessing these are part of the other one's pack," Tras replies in Elvish, wanting to keep any conversation private as he reaches behind him, pulling out the moon touched greatsword. He glances behind him into the hutch. "Elarion! Have the wards been redone yet?" he calls behind him, quickly returning his gaze out to where a few of the trees directly around the hutch has crescent shapes carved into them, each holding a moonstone that gently glowed.
init: 10