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Mordenkainen Presents: Monsters of the Multiverse
rain drifts earthward like lazy snowflakes, and lightning crawls in a meandering path from cloud to cloud. The slow and boring world seems to be populated by torpid creatures whose deep, sonorous speech
lacks meaning.
To other creatures, a quickling seems blindingly fast, vanishing into an indistinct blur when it moves. Its cruel laughter is a burst of rapid staccato sounds, its speech a shrill
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Volo's Guide to Monsters
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— Elminster
Too Fast for Words. The mortal realm is a ponderous place to a quickling’s eye: a hurricane creeps gradually across the sky, a torrent of rain drifts earthward like lazy snowflakes
seems blindingly fast, vanishing into an indistinct blur as it moves. Its cruel laughter is a burst of rapid staccato sounds, its speech a shrill squeal. Only when a quickling deliberately slows down
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->The Wild Beyond the Witchlight
hurricane creeps gradually across the sky, a torrent of rain drifts earthward like lazy snowflakes, and lightning crawls in a meandering path from cloud to cloud. The slow and boring world seems to be
populated by torpid creatures whose deep, sonorous speech lacks meaning. To other creatures, a quickling seems blindingly fast, vanishing into an indistinct blur when it moves. Its cruel laughter is a
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Monsters of the Multiverse
longer than fifteen years. The mortal realm is a ponderous place to a quickling’s eye: a hurricane creeps gradually across the sky, a torrent of rain drifts earthward like lazy snowflakes, lightning crawls
fast, vanishing into an indistinct blur as they move. Their cruel laughter is a burst of rapid staccato sounds, their speech a shrill squeal. Only when quicklings deliberately slow down, which they
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Monsters of the Multiverse
longer than fifteen years. The mortal realm is a ponderous place to a quickling’s eye: a hurricane creeps gradually across the sky, a torrent of rain drifts earthward like lazy snowflakes, lightning crawls
fast, vanishing into an indistinct blur as they move. Their cruel laughter is a burst of rapid staccato sounds, their speech a shrill squeal. Only when quicklings deliberately slow down, which they
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Volo's Guide to Monsters
.
— Elminster
Too Fast for Words. The mortal realm is a ponderous place to a quickling’s eye: a hurricane creeps gradually across the sky, a torrent of rain drifts earthward like lazy snowflakes
seems blindingly fast, vanishing into an indistinct blur as it moves. Its cruel laughter is a burst of rapid staccato sounds, its speech a shrill squeal. Only when a quickling deliberately slows down
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Monsters of the Multiverse
longer than fifteen years. The mortal realm is a ponderous place to a quickling’s eye: a hurricane creeps gradually across the sky, a torrent of rain drifts earthward like lazy snowflakes, lightning crawls
fast, vanishing into an indistinct blur as they move. Their cruel laughter is a burst of rapid staccato sounds, their speech a shrill squeal. Only when quicklings deliberately slow down, which they
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->The Wild Beyond the Witchlight
hurricane creeps gradually across the sky, a torrent of rain drifts earthward like lazy snowflakes, and lightning crawls in a meandering path from cloud to cloud. The slow and boring world seems to be
populated by torpid creatures whose deep, sonorous speech lacks meaning. To other creatures, a quickling seems blindingly fast, vanishing into an indistinct blur when it moves. Its cruel laughter is a
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Volo's Guide to Monsters
.
— Elminster
Too Fast for Words. The mortal realm is a ponderous place to a quickling’s eye: a hurricane creeps gradually across the sky, a torrent of rain drifts earthward like lazy snowflakes
seems blindingly fast, vanishing into an indistinct blur as it moves. Its cruel laughter is a burst of rapid staccato sounds, its speech a shrill squeal. Only when a quickling deliberately slows down
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->The Wild Beyond the Witchlight
hurricane creeps gradually across the sky, a torrent of rain drifts earthward like lazy snowflakes, and lightning crawls in a meandering path from cloud to cloud. The slow and boring world seems to be
populated by torpid creatures whose deep, sonorous speech lacks meaning. To other creatures, a quickling seems blindingly fast, vanishing into an indistinct blur when it moves. Its cruel laughter is a
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Tomb of Annihilation
the stockade to drain well even in heavy rain. The fort (map 2.7) is garrisoned by Flaming Fist mercenaries. Immense wealth passes through Fort Beluarian — enough to make the nobles and merchants of
during the day, except when heavy rain restricts visibility and allows the possibility of a sneak attack. The western gatehouse walls are 20 feet high, and the parapets are patrolled day and night by six
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Tomb of Annihilation
the stockade to drain well even in heavy rain. The fort (map 2.7) is garrisoned by Flaming Fist mercenaries. Immense wealth passes through Fort Beluarian — enough to make the nobles and merchants of
during the day, except when heavy rain restricts visibility and allows the possibility of a sneak attack. The western gatehouse walls are 20 feet high, and the parapets are patrolled day and night by six
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Tomb of Annihilation
the stockade to drain well even in heavy rain. The fort (map 2.7) is garrisoned by Flaming Fist mercenaries. Immense wealth passes through Fort Beluarian — enough to make the nobles and merchants of
during the day, except when heavy rain restricts visibility and allows the possibility of a sneak attack. The western gatehouse walls are 20 feet high, and the parapets are patrolled day and night by six