Wondrous Item, rare (requires attunement by a 25 hours of meditaion Psionic, Aberrant Sorcerer, Monk)
Forged not by hand but by thought, the Hollow Wing grows alongside its creator.
Each stage can only be unlocked through the corresponding Bastion meditation milestone and emotional offering.
Visual Traits:
Feathered fabric woven with gold synaptic embroidery that pulses when attuned.
When defending, the robe unfolds into radiant, neuron-lined wings of starlight.
| Stage | Level | Meditation Hours | Power Summary |
|---|---|---|---|
| I – Awakening of Silence | 5 | 25 hrs | +1 AC & saves; advantage on silent Stealth; faint memory whispers. |
| II – Wing of Shadows | 10 | 75 hrs | +1 AC & saves; pass without trace 1/day; drop to 1 HP instead of 0 (1/day). |
| III – Wing of Echoes | 15 | 150 hrs & offer joyful memory | +2 AC & saves; resistance to psychic damage; meditative recall for advantage on Insight/Perception 1/day; reactive half-cover (1/short rest). |
| IV – Optional Ascension (DMG Artifact Tier) | 18+ | 200 hrs | +2 AC; flight in psychic form; teleportation within Bastion; robe and Bastion merge consciousness. |
You gain a +1 bonus to Armor Class and saving throws while you wear this cloak. advantage on silent Stealth; faint memory whispers.
Notes: Bonus: Armor Class, Bonus: Saving Throws, 25 hours of meditaion Psionic, Aberrant Sorcerer, Monk, Warding, Outerwear
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Posted Nov 9, 2025oh i forgot to describe how it looks when its working
When the cloak awakens, the golden threadwork along its deep-violet fabric begins to glow, tracing the shapes of feathers in motion. The patterns lift from the robe’s surface like drawn lines of light, unspooling into vast wings made of psionic energy — each feather a living thought, edged in the soft shimmer of astral fire.
When danger draws near, the wings fold around you with the grace of a living creature, their light tightening into interlocking geometry. Each time they absorb harm, a feather shatters away from the wing — falling in slow motion, glowing like a burning ember, and dissolving into golden ash before it touches the ground. The loss leaves a faint echo, as though a thought has been spent to keep you whole.
When the threat passes, the wings unfurl again and drift back into stillness, their glowing veins retreating into the weave of the robe until only faint golden traces remain, like constellations fading from a night sky.