![]() Even the righteous Death Lords haveĭeveloped an enchanted venom, called soultravel. Particular, relish the use of enchanted poisons likeĭeathdust. The Scabrous Society and the Cult of Pain, in Magical venoms and unique potions that are createdĪnd distributed only to members of their organizations. Many of the necromantic secret societies employ Certain necromancers, such as the Archetype or Witch, may alsoīe experts at harvesting natural poisons from animals and monsters such as snakes, spiders, scorpions, wyverns, and the like. Of the DMG provides a general background of non. Spores, curdled death and powder of the black veil as poisons in combat. These spellcasters will sometimes also employ air Poison, undead control, and vitality are most likely toīe included in the recipe book of the necromancer orĭeath priest, either for personal use or for use on The DMG, dust of sneezing and choking, elixirs of healthĪnd madness, potions of extra-healing, healing, longevity, Practitioners of the Art employ a variety of magical venoms and potions to achieve their ends. Of necromancers and priests in the campaign. This chapter enables the DM to augment the arsenals In the campaign, the magical devices outlined in thisĬhapter will become more than just rare curiosities. Managed to discover new sources of necromantic lore Sometimes, adventurers such as Captain Omar have Necromancers and various cults of death priests. Into more frequent use by several powerful groups of This chapter details a few of the magical venomsĪnd necromantic items that have only recently come Recreated a few long-forgotten poisons and necromantic devices to help expand their evil organization. Such as the Book of Shadows, the Scabrous Society has For example, based on the principles found in magical texts Much of this ancient knowledge is notīeing employed in the most ethical manner. These spellcasters have developed an expansive foundation of necromantic lore which is only now being Necromancers and death priests are renowned for ![]() OurĮscape from the Isle of Sahu was complete. Writhing with fell runes, fled abruptly into the night. Pizentios' tower, and the fiend, beholding its naked blade Then I unsheathed the scimitar I had stolen from The winged fiendĭescended on us like a nightmare and began ravaging theĬrew. Bereft of his grimoire, the necromancer sent his familiar after us instead. In the night, Pizentios returned to his devastated tower.īy then, our ship stood off from shore, far beyond the Butįate smiled upon us, and we made it back to our ship withĪll of Pizentios's most valuable treasures. Treasures in detail, since we were terrified that the necromancer might return at any moment and slay us all. There was no time to inspect any of these The room, on an iron stand, we found Pizentios's grimoire.įearing it was trapped, I used the sheathed scimitar to flip With the most deadly wordings of black necromancy, or so It was a scimitar in a black leather sheath, superbly balanced and traced His private chamber, locked in an ebony box. The greatest treasure we discovered beneath his bed in These and many other abominations that decorated the Practices, embalmed in jars of amber oil. WeĪlso discovered artifacts of the necromancer's hideous Sacked the metal tower, hurling his most useful tomes, talismans, potions, and scrolls into a number of sacks. Fortunately the necromancer and his familiar were still occupied elsewhere on the island, so we Leaving the unconscious apprentice in the pit.Īfter we escaped from Pizentios's prison, we began to Rope Sarzec used to lower our food, and we all climbed out, Mate until he reached the open trap door. Six of my sailors made a human pyramid, lifting up the first At least the villain wouldn't bleed to death. Tala bound Sarzec's wounds, but I refused to let her set his Hesitation, the dumb sot leaped into the pit with us, breakingīoth legs when he hit the floor and knocking him out cold. When the apprentice opened the trap door above us, theĬleric suggested that Sarzec jump. By then, ofĬourse, we had established a plan of escape.Īlthough stripped of all our possessions and holy symbols, Tala, a priestess with our crew, prayed for a command Intention of sampling his fare once again. Noxious stew - perhaps intending to drug us again andįeed another sailor to his master's familiar. Pizentios kept me and the rest of my crew locked in hisĬellar for days, at the bottom of a deep, dark pit that was Chapter 8: Tools of the Trade Chapter 8: Tools of the Trade
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