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Returning 4 results for 'closed workings resonate'.
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Event 6: Shemshime
 Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Candlekeep Mysteries
. Confrontation Singing the final stanza draws Shemshime into the room. The book trembles, and its mechanical inner workings squeal to a halt for a moment before whirring back to life. You hear clicks, and shadows
has been destroyed, Shemshime is pulled into the nearest closed book, ending the curse. That book transforms into a copy of Shemshime’s Bedtime Rhyme, destroying the book’s original content in the
Event 6: Shemshime
 Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Candlekeep Mysteries
. Confrontation Singing the final stanza draws Shemshime into the room. The book trembles, and its mechanical inner workings squeal to a halt for a moment before whirring back to life. You hear clicks, and shadows
has been destroyed, Shemshime is pulled into the nearest closed book, ending the curse. That book transforms into a copy of Shemshime’s Bedtime Rhyme, destroying the book’s original content in the
Exploring the Cemetery
 Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Baldur's Gate: Descent into Avernus
feet long. A number of stone mausoleums stand vacant, their doors hanging open. The interior of a mausoleum is dimly lit when its door is open and shrouded in darkness when the door is closed. As the
slung over his back crouches among the bodies, writhing in pain. His eyes are closed, and his hands clutch at a gold helm on his head as if trying in vain to claw it off. Unintelligible words spill from
Exploring the Cemetery
 Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Baldur's Gate: Descent into Avernus
feet long. A number of stone mausoleums stand vacant, their doors hanging open. The interior of a mausoleum is dimly lit when its door is open and shrouded in darkness when the door is closed. As the
slung over his back crouches among the bodies, writhing in pain. His eyes are closed, and his hands clutch at a gold helm on his head as if trying in vain to claw it off. Unintelligible words spill from