Realmweaver Sprite
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Natural Armor:-
Natural Armor +10 gp
Abilities:-
Distracting Glare
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Portal Manipulation
Quick Abilities:-
Ethereal Step
At Will Spell(s):-
Summon Mage Hand0
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Spellcasting |
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Misty Step
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Dimension Door
Inventory Equipped:-
Shortsword10 gp
Its ethereal wings shimmering with every flutter. Tiny portals swirl around its delicate form. Gleaming eyes fixate on you, and the air tingles with arcane energy as it readies its magical abilities.
In the heart of enchanted woodlands, where sunlight dances through the leaves and shadows weave a tapestry of secrets, the Realmweaver Sprites exist as ethereal custodians. These mystical beings, barely visible to the untrained eye, flutter on gossamer wings that refract the ambient light in a dazzling display. Their delicate forms resonate with the very essence of the forest.
Travelers who find themselves ensnared by the intricate paths of the woods may chance upon the Realmweaver Sprites. Flickers of movement, like drifting pollen caught in a sunbeam, herald their presence. Lost souls, bewildered by the twisting trails that seem to defy earthly logic, discover solace in the comforting aura of these sprites.
A whispered promise carries on the breeze: "Offer something to the heart of the forest, and the sprites shall weave a path for you." These offerings need not be grand or extravagant; a handful of moonlit dew, a fallen feather, or a heartfelt token suffices. The forest, a sentient entity that understands the language of sincerity, accepts these tributes as gestures of respect.
As an offering is presented, the air tingles with arcane energy. The Realmweaver Sprites, drawn to the sincere plea for guidance, materialize from the shadows. A symphony of ephemeral portals manifests, each a shimmering gateway to a different destination. The sprites, with their ethereal touch, beckon the traveler to step through.
In the blink of an eye, the forest transforms. Dense foliage gives way to the sights and sounds of the traveler's intended destination. The Realmweaver Sprites have fulfilled their pact, and with a final glimmer, they fade back into the weave of the forest, awaiting the next lost wanderer seeking passage through their enchanted realm.
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