There is no denying that some of the level 20 Capstone abilities for 5e were god-like (C'mon Druids, Paladins, and Clerics. Everyone else is poking things with sticks and you're turning into Beast Boy, Avatars of Gods, or getting your Deity's cell phone number). Perhaps it was just compared to these massive abilities that so many others seemed underwhelming, but a sense of unfairness... [click here for more]
"Okay, so I can use Sharpshooter to take a -5 to my attack and +10 to my damage, and since I can see the slot in the iron maiden he's inside, I can ignore three-quarters cover." You are 350 feet away... "Oh! I want to move 50 feet forward so I don't roll at disadvantage. I have a +12 to hit and deal 2d8+19 damage on a hit... I rolled a 1! I'll use my... [click here for more]
The axe feels so heavy, arms so tired. She just can't lift it anymore. They're coming for her; she hears their boots on the tile. There's blood all over her - blood... But blood is good! Blood is a sign - a sign that the great work is not finished. With a cackle straight from the pits of the nine hells, she drags herself back to her feet. "Just give up - or we'll kill you,"... [click here for more]
There have always been whispers from mages and commoners alike. Tales that speak of those who harness the elemental cosmos as a weapon, as a shield. Warlocks who tear the veil between our world and the far flung plane of Tartarus to rain down blizzards of acid. Wizards who can touch a creature and freeze it solid in seconds. Sorcerers that, with a word, cause creatures to turn to ash. The elements... [click here for more]
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There have always been whispers from mages and commoners alike. Tales that speak of those who harness the elemental cosmos as a weapon, as a shield. Warlocks who tear the veil between our world and the far-flung plane of Tartarus to rain down blizzards of acid. Wizards who can touch a creature and freeze... [click here for more]
Count Strahd von Zarovich turns from the smoldering fire. He can feel the newest souls led to his domain, as do the Dark Powers. The freshly poured water settles to a gentle ripple in the wide silver bowl. Strahd peers down, his own reflection abscent from the crystal clear water. "Show me. Now." A part of his realm, even the water has no choice but to heed his command, suffused with the near limitless... [click here for more]