The psychic impressions of the ancient one's innumerable victims rises in the area for 1 minute. For this time, each creature hostile to and within 120 feet of the ancient one is overwhelmed by the voices of the dead and distracted by disturbing sensory input.
Air grows heavy, vibrating with whispers that scrape like dry leaves. Shadows twist, faces flicker in the corner of your vision—mouths moving without sound, eyes hollow. The air echoes, layered voices overlapping, relentless and inescapable.
# | Type | Name |
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1 | Lair | Castle Ravenloft Lair - The Real Devil |