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Druid Legacy

Classes Basic Rules (2014)

Holding high a gnarled staff wreathed with holly, an elf summons the fury of the storm and calls down explosive bolts of lightning to smite the torch-carrying orcs who threaten her forest. Crouching

used for thrown weapons, such as darts or javelins. Druids from regions that lack the plants described here have chosen other plants to take on similar uses. For instance, a druid of a desert region

Plane of Water

Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Dungeon Master’s Guide (2014)

mourning, and the balm of sympathy and healing. Given time, it can erode all in its path. A warm sun arcs across the sky of the Plane of Water, seeming to rise and set from within the water at the visible

, called the Sea of Light because of the sunlight filtering down into the water. Aquatic humanoids craft castles and fortresses in the coral reefs. The marids are the distant stewards of this region

Elemental Plane of Water

Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Dungeon Master’s Guide

reaches of the Sea of Worlds. Aquatic peoples craft castles and fortresses in the coral reefs here. Silt Flats The region of the Plane of Water nearest to the Para-elemental Plane of Ooze is called the

to flow, not like the gusting wind or the leaping flame, but smoothly and steadily. It is the rhythm of the tide, the nectar of life, the bitter tears of mourning, and the balm of sympathy and healing

Locations A - D

Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Storm King's Thunder

yawning exit are two gigantic stone statues of crouching griffons, and beyond them lies one of the great wonders and mysteries of the North: Ascore. This ruined dwarven city once overlooked a sea. Now it

settlers to the region, giving rise to a small village whose citizens pay monthly “tithes” for Tamalin’s protection. Still spry at sixty, Tamalin is “the law” in Calling Horns — an irony that never ceases to