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Silver Tongue
|
|
1 |
2
|
|
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Straight Face Lie
|
|
1 |
3
|
|
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Short Rest
|
|
1 |
2
|
|
Demoralizing Shout
|
|
1 | ||
|
Frightening Shout
|
|
1 |
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Focus Psi
|
|
1 | ||
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Agile Dodge
|
|
1 | ||
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Subtle Stride
|
|
1 |
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Overrun
|
|
0 |
1
|
|
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Charmbreaker Mind
|
|
1 |
1
|
| Weapon | ||||
|---|---|---|---|---|
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Slam (d1)
|
No weapons equipped.
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Knockout Strike
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|
0 |
|
Lizardfolk Origins
|
|
1 | |
|
Psi
|
|
1 |
10
|
|
Psi Tap
|
|
1 | |
|
Awaken Menta (1st)
⤷
Psychic Sense
⤷
Cogni Identify
|
|
1 | |
|
Wakeful Resting
|
|
1 | |
|
Enclosed Thoughts
|
|
1 | |
|
Hold Breath
|
|
1 | |
|
Limited Amphibiousness
|
|
1 | |
|
Swamp Strider
|
|
1 | |
|
Healthy Body
|
|
1 | |
|
Eyes of a Griffon
|
|
2 | |
|
Feat - Psion (2nd)
⤷
Psychic Perception
|
|
2 | |
|
Awaken Menta (3rd)
⤷
Ignite Psi Flame
⤷
Cogni Shield
|
|
3 | |
|
Feat - Psion (4th)
⤷
Enclosed Thoughts
⤷
Iron Mind
|
|
4 | |
|
Chameleon Skin
|
|
5 | |
|
Lizardfolk Petigree
⤷
Chameleon Skin
|
|
5 | |
|
Awaken Telekinetic Menta (5th)
|
|
5 | |
|
Feat - Psion (6th)
⤷
Wakeful Resting
⤷
Night Owl
|
|
6 | |
|
Awaken Menta (7th)
⤷
Cogni Slam
⤷
Cogni Floating Disk
|
|
7 | |
|
Awaken Telekinetic Menta (8th)
|
|
8 | |
|
Awaken Menta (9th)
⤷
Psychic Jaunt
|
|
9 |
| Name | AOE | Effect | |||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
|
|
Detect Thoughts
|
|
— |
1 min
|
| Name | AOE | Effect | |||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
|
1 Min
|
Cogni Identify
|
|
— | ||||
|
|
Cogni Shield
|
|
— |
1 min
|
|||
|
|
Cogni Slam
|
|
— | ||||
|
|
Ignite Psi Flame
|
|
— | ||||
|
|
Psychic Sense
|
|
— |
1 min
|
| Name | AOE | Effect | |||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
|
|
Cogni Floating Disk
|
|
— | 1 hrs | |||
|
|
Psychic Jaunt
|
|
— |
As you journey forward, the forest gives way to a large clearing where even the undergrowth is diminished. In the center of the clearing stands an ancient twisted tree. It isn’t as tall as the other trees in the forest, but it is squat and broad, its trunk and branches far thicker than the other trees’. Wart-like knobs cover its dark surface, and thick crimson sap oozes from various open wounds across its bark. At ground level on the surface of the tree is a large wooden door.
Stepping into the clearing, you feel an evil foreboding presence seeming to emanate from the tree itself, almost as though it were warning you away. From behind you in the depths of the forest, you hear a hushed melodic whisper as though from dozens if not hundreds of fey voices in unison: “Slopgrowth beckons. Heed her call.”
Glancing over your shoulders, you can see an assemblage of fey creatures – pixies, sprites, razor gnomes, elves, and others – peeking out from behind trunks, branches, bushes, and rock outcroppings. Mischievous smiles paint their faces as they wait in anticipation for what must be a grand showdown about to happen.