Galena (Winter)
Hit PointsCurrent Total: 8/8
Hit Dice: 1d8 | Attacks/DefensesDagger: +5 vs. AC, 1d4+3 piercing, Melee OR Ranged (20/60)
Armor Class: 14
Saves: Wisdom +4, Charisma +5
>> Advantage on Saves vs. Charm, immune to magical sleep effects. | Skills+5 Deception
+5 Intimidation
+4 Perception
+5 Sleight-of-Hand
+5 Stealth | SpellsSpellcasting Ability: Charisma (+3)
Save DC: 13
Spell Attack: +5
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CANTRIPS
Eldritch Blast (Action, 120')
>> +5 vs. AC, deals 1d10 Force damage on a hit.
Mind Sliver (Action, 60')
>> DC 13 Int, deals 1d6 Psychic damage on a fail, and the target subtracts 1d4 from its next saving throw before end of Galena's next turn.
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SPELLS KNOWN
Cause Fear (Action, 60', Concentration, 1 Minute)
>> DC 13 Wis, Target becomes Frightened of Galena for the duration. Target may repeat save at the end of each of its turns, ending the spell on a success.
Faerie Fire (Action, 20' cube within 60', Concentration, 1 Minute)
>> DC 13 Dex, Targets shed dim light for 10', any attack roll against affected creatures are made at Advantage.
Hex (Bonus Action, 90', Concentration, 1 Hour)
>> Galena deals an extra 1d6 Necrotic damage whenever she hits the target with an attack.
Sleep (Action, 20' sphere within 90', 1 Minute)
>> Renders 5d8 hit points' worth of targets unconscious, in ascending order of total HP remaining. Targets remain unconscious for the duration, or until they take damage, or someone uses an Action to wake them.
========= | Other AbilitiesDarkvision 60'
Fey Presence 1/1 (Action, 10' Burst) (Per rest)
>> DC 13 Wis, Affected targets are Charmed or Frightened until the end of Galena's next turn.
Fey Step 1/1 (Bonus Action) (Per Rest)
>> Teleport up to 30' to an unoccupied space Galena can see.
She is quiet, yes. Much to take in, much to ponder. The village, small and meek. Downtrodden, and here, Petros and his mansion, small though it may be, sat apart. A chasm had sat between he and the townsfolk. A gaping maw - and a familiar one - in which only fear could breed. They did not understand Petros, did not live as he lived, and so it would be easy for them to believe anything of him, and easy to see his difference as deviance.
It was no flaw, merely the way of things. Perhaps they would see reason before the end, or perhaps not.
The others will know. Different they are. Deviant. Lost and broken things, collected and mended by Petros; accepted in a world that otherwise refused.
"Lost, she was," she murmurs. "One broken into many. A misaligned facet. Alien to this place, these mists, but not Petros, no. So many pass by and see a babbling crone, but not Petros, no. Sees me. He takes me off the street, asks questions, gives treats. He takes me to the shadows, and they mend. The many become one - broken, yet whole."
She brings fingers to her lips, dry and chapped.
"Mouth speaks thoughts, ears hear words, words and thoughts the same," she speaks, and a great weariness sags her shoulders. Her lips tremble and she brings her hand to her eyes.
"Words and thoughts the same. Now he is gone."