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Returning 4 results for 'croaking with reveal'.
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Torrents Locations
 Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Princes of the Apocalypse
mosaics of tentacles flank a set of black marble doors in the south wall. Reliefs of long, curving fangs line the arc of the door frame. The double doors push open to reveal an underwater passage to
creatures to the quippers at times when they and the aboleth are sated. Their ritual is nonsense: gasping, muttering, and croaking with no basis in any known language. The kuo-toa attempt to push
Torrents Locations
 Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Princes of the Apocalypse
mosaics of tentacles flank a set of black marble doors in the south wall. Reliefs of long, curving fangs line the arc of the door frame. The double doors push open to reveal an underwater passage to
creatures to the quippers at times when they and the aboleth are sated. Their ritual is nonsense: gasping, muttering, and croaking with no basis in any known language. The kuo-toa attempt to push
Locations A - D
 Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Storm King's Thunder
them now are the marble plinths upon which they once stood. The doors open to reveal a passageway that goes underground for nearly a mile before emerging at the desert’s edge. Standing outside the
throw from the edge of the Mere of Dead Men. Fog drifting off the mere engulfs the roadhouse at night and lingers well into the following afternoon. The sounds of the marsh, from croaking frogs to
Locations A - D
 Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Storm King's Thunder
them now are the marble plinths upon which they once stood. The doors open to reveal a passageway that goes underground for nearly a mile before emerging at the desert’s edge. Standing outside the
throw from the edge of the Mere of Dead Men. Fog drifting off the mere engulfs the roadhouse at night and lingers well into the following afternoon. The sounds of the marsh, from croaking frogs to