Meanwhile, Von followed the tunnels alongside the Amberskins, oblivious to the fact that Horizon was no longer with him.
As he advanced deeper into the passageways, he noticed that the tunnels had been excavated in stages, likely over many years, using crude, rudimentary tools.
"What is this place?" Von muttered under his breath, feeling a strange sense of unease. Despite having spent four years in the Cleave, this was the first time he had stumbled upon these hidden tunnels within the mist.
He ran his hand along the rough walls, feeling the grooves and marks left behind by the tools. "These tunnels were made with Valernian tools," he murmured, realization dawning on him. "The Amberskins must have dug these tunnels themselves, using them to reach the mounds without being seen."
Von glanced around, suddenly aware that Horizon was no longer by his side. "Huh? Where did that guy go? Did he get lost?"
"He said he'd catch up with you," Cappy chimed in, perched on Von's shoulder. "He mentioned needing to check something first. Didn't you hear him?"
"Really?" Von scratched his head, feeling a bit foolish.
"Idiot," Cappy remarked, shaking its tiny head in disapproval.
As Von ventured further into the passages, he encountered a few Amberskin stragglers, their faces drawn and weary. They confirmed that it had indeed been Rysamora's decision to leave some of the group behind.
"Why would she do that?" Von asked, his voice tinged with frustration and confusion.
The Amberskins exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions betraying discomfort. Yet, their lips remained sealed, unwilling or unable to provide an answer.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Von pressed on deeper into the tunnel, determined to ask Rysamora the reason why she had abandoned them. Whatever Rysamora was planning, he intended to find out, and he wasn't about to let the Amberskins' silence stop him.
After a short trek through the underground tunnels, Von emerged into the open, much closer to the mounds than he had anticipated. The sudden proximity was disorienting, but there was no time to dwell on it. Before him stood Rysamora and the other elders, their faces shrouded in the dim light.
"Rysamora, what's the meaning of this?!" Von demanded. "Why did you leave us behind? After everything I've done for the tribe, you discarded us like we were nothing!"
The breath of a Nix dragon has been described as a harrowing assault, both searing and freezing at once, as it ravages not only the flesh but also strikes at the very essence of life within its victim. It is an attack that drains vitality, leaving behind not just charred remains but hollowed-out shells, devoid of the spark of life.
HP: 20 700 + 1000 Lair Bonus
MP: 10 000 +500 Lair Bonus
STR: 236 +10 Lair Bonus
DEX: 152 +10 Lair Bonus
CONS: 215 +10 Lair Bonus
Damage Resistances: bludgeoning, piercing, slashing
Damage Immunities: poison, necrotic
Condition Immunities: charmed, exhaustion, frightened, paralyzed, poisoned
SKILLS:
❶ Draining Bite
❷ Frightful Presence
❸Death Breath (Recharge 5–6)
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