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Satyrs of the Skola Vale

Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Mythic Odysseys of Theros

of “you go over there, and you go over there.” True intentional crimes, however, are violations known deep in the satyr soul. If needs be, revelry can halt in an instant to help someone who’s been

supporting populations of wild beasts at their territory’s borders. Sibyls The closest people satyrs have to leaders are their sibyls, who are blessed with limited ability to see into the future

Kobold Legacy

Species Volo's Guide to Monsters

, designed to collapse under the weight of any creature heavier than a kobold. On occasion, the route through a kobold lair runs along a ledge that borders a cavern or a crevasse, and the kobolds might

retaliation usually prevents them from trying to directly harm the gnomes, but they might spit in the milk, balance dishes on tables so they’re easily knocked over and broken, or scatter sewing

Mournland Environment

Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Eberron: Rising from the Last War

it was; the entire land is a scar left by the catastrophe of the Mourning. Mist Wall. The borders of the Mournland are defined by a wall of thick, gray mist that rises thousands of feet into the air

past the instant of their casting and start behaving as if they were independent, living creatures. A common misunderstanding about the Mournland is that healing spells refuse to work. The fact is

Hive Ward

Compendium - Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Planescape: Adventures in the Multiverse->Sigil and the Outlands

-o’-wisps: devils pawning stolen souls to rule-bending angels, interplanar fences selling stolen modron parts, demodands advertising jars of their liquefied cohorts as instant bodyguards, and the like

the battlefields of Acheron, marinating in a bath of rage and zeal. Meanwhile spicy dishes rise to infernal heats in devil-owned rotisseries, where sadistic pitmasters boast literal kicks that sear