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circle, bringing a whiff of brimstone from the otherworldly plane beyond.
Crouching on the floor in a dungeon intersection, a gnome tosses a handful of small bones inscribed with mystic symbols
background. Third, choose the mage hand, light, and ray of frost cantrips, along with the following 1st-level spells for your spellbook: burning hands, charm person, feather fall, mage armor, magic
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Ghosts of Saltmarsh
detection, and determine the outcome. BURNING OR HOLING THE SEA GHOST
Though it is possible for the characters to capture the Sea Ghost, they also might choose to destroy it.
Burning. The Sea Ghost
is mainly of wooden construction, so fire always presents a hazard. The ship could, with some difficulty, be set ablaze and burned down to the waterline. The vessel will not ignite readily, for its
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Mythic Odysseys of Theros
disposed to acts of wanton violence. Over the eons, he has found that the betrayed, the disgusted, and the disfavored are readily turned to a life of murderous service, to be discarded just as easily
the god’s influence in the world in a concrete way through acts such as these: Defeating a champion of Iroas Taking vengeance against a powerful foe Burning a polis or a settlement to the ground
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Tyranny of Dragons
distances. But that’s what fills Sechepol’s wagon. He will make his money on the road, selling his stock to his fellow travelers in the caravan. He is diplomatic and has a gift for defusing arguments
. She readily admits that she is traveling to Waterdeep in search of a remedy for her condition. The coloration doesn’t seem to bother her, but she becomes flustered if anyone asks how she came to be
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Hoard of the Dragon Queen
long distances. But that’s what fills Sechepol’s wagon. He will make his money on the road, selling his stock to his fellow travelers in the caravan. He is diplomatic and has a gift for defusing
green. She readily admits that she is traveling to Waterdeep in search of a remedy for her condition. The coloration doesn’t seem to bother her, but she becomes flustered if anyone asks how she came to
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Tales from the Yawning Portal->a2
outside the stronghold to recuperate after difficult battles. The party can readily find defensible campsites in the forest near the Stone Tooth.
Wait and Watch The characters might choose to observe
come within 90 feet (or within twice as far if a campfire is burning or the party isn’t attempting to be quiet). A lookout whose post overlooks the trail and who has a passive Perception score of 10 or
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Tales from the Yawning Portal->a2
fell. Unlike the Mountain Door or the Glitterhame, which offer exits to the surface world, the Foundry isn’t readily accessible. The area isn’t abandoned, though. Undead horrors wait in its darkest
skeletons clutching greatclubs. The dead orc warrior looks up at you and grins evilly, green fire burning in its hate-filled eyes as it stands.
Treasure. The orcs looted the shrine after the fall of
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Tales from the Yawning Portal->a6
floor of the grand hall is of reddish-black, highly polished stone. The pillars are carved into the shapes of dwarves, each straining to hold up the figure atop it. Light flickers weirdly from burning
. Two fire giants guard the king at all times; their positions are indicated by the circled numbers 1 and 2. Each giant has a carved stone to throw. Crouching at positions 3 and 4 are a pair of hell