Aslynn's page

"You cursed brat! Look what you've done!"

"I'm melting! Melting!"

"Oh, what a world, what a world!"

"Who would have thought a good little kashrishi like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness?"

Just as she melts away, her voice sends one last plea

"Come forth my pretties and avenge me!"

Alynn skulks around the edge of the room towards Kiragio! She gazes upon him, afflicting him with intense distress and a gnawing sense of impending doom!

Kiragio feels the fear and also a little halted in his reaction time.
Failure The target is frightened 1 and slowed 1 for 1 round

Kiragio, you may choose to hero-point that roll.

The witch chuckles with glee as Gari sends a rhyme back at her.

"Haha! Bravery to boot, the game is afoot!"

The shard, hovering near the amassed treasures, twists and warps, taking on the familiar form of Aslynn and her cauldron.

“Your plan to kill me? So brave, so bold. And yet, it matters not. Behold!”

She plunges an oozing claw into the pile and brandishes a jeweled chalice.

“Boundless wonder called to me. And I respond with nightmares three! Three children of my last thirteen shall join me in an endless dream. A realm where you shall vex me not—a realm where you shall be forgot! Destroy me here, but at what cost? You fight in vain, for all is lost!”

Cackling with glee, Aslynn watches as the chalice brims with swirling magical liquid. She inhales deeply, then empties the chalice into her cauldron. A fuming creature boils forth, and Aslynn commands,

“Kill the Pathfinders! And should they survive, let this be the first of their boundless nightmares!”

Aslynn shrieks with delight and rushes to the pile of treasure at the center of the vault.

“It’s here! I can taste it! Come to me, my dearest nightmares!”

She rakes through the treasure with her claws, scattering coins and shredding pages.

“Where is it?! Where?! I must have it! What have you done with it?!”

With a final shriek, she curls in on herself, melding with the ooze from her cauldron. She and the cauldron melt into the floor, bubbling and hissing. The sounds turn to frantic chittering as dozens of rats begin pouring from the ground.

Moments later, an imposing figure steps into the vault, striding straight past the cowering Pathfinder. With her wild hair, wicked curved horns, sharp teeth, and glowing eyes, she’s a fearful sight. The bones of her enormous, clawed hands make hideous cracking sounds as she heaves on a chain wrapped around her torso, dragging an iron cauldron across the stone floor. It nearly tips, spilling a glob of vile black ooze filled with vibrant constellations.

She casts her gaze around the vault and rises to her full height. She speaks, her voice like a dying goat by a crackling fire.

“What is this? Ah yes, I see. Precious treasures, all for me!”

“A dagger, its twin my child wields. I command you, Star: break cities! Burn fields!”

“A key, its message yet unclear. Why does it hide? What does it fear?”

“Pathfinders! You’ll seek boundless wonder across the land... and find Aslynn’s nightmares, hand in hand!”

Aslynn stoops to grasp the chain once more and proceeds with her cauldron into the vault, still ignoring Rain and anyone else around her.