The bridge shudders under Nogandar as the river below roars with unnatural fury. Thick, phosphorescent moss clings to the ancient masonry, casting a sickly green pallor over his scarred stone hide.
Nogandar
The fall should have shattered my remaining frame. This bridge… it holds by something other than physical weight. The pendant burns against my chest, responding to the subterranean flow.
The Weaver-Construct
Ancient monarch. You drift toward the end of your tether. This span is not built for your malice.
Nogandar
Speak no more of tethers, machine. Your mistress Eulstria built this pass to hide, but she has only brought me closer to her throat.
Nogandar lunges forward, his talons gouging deep into the mossy stone as he ignores the structural groaning of the bridge. He is a predator in a cage of his own making.
Nogandar
The humidity here… it is thick with the Queen’s essence. She waits at the center of this web, and I shall tear every strand until she is exposed.
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Defeat the Weaver-Construct
“I tell it "boom!" In ancient gnome”
FAILURE (Legendary Arcana, rolled -2)
Nogandar
Boom.
Nogandar growls the ancient word of destruction, his throat vibrating with the weight of arcane command. Instead of a cataclysm, a mere spark of fizzling purple light dances across his claws and dissipates into the damp air.
The Weaver-Construct
The titan is diminished. His reservoir of power is a cracked vessel leaking into the ether.
The Weaver-Construct
Your words have no teeth here, Lord Neuhurdar. The Pendant of Pooril keeps you shackled to the mortal coil.
Nogandar
The magic rejects me. This wretched jewelry burns, heating my skin until I can smell the smoke of my own regret. I cannot rely on words of power while this curse anchors me.
The Weaver-Construct skitters backward, its multi-jointed limbs clicking against the mossy rock. It readies a razor-edged silk cord, sensing the failure of Nogandar's invocation.
“I cast mirror image”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +3)
Nogandar
Your mockery is premature, spider-thing. Behold the art of the old world.
Nogandar ignores the biting heat of the pendant, weaving his massive, clawed hands in a complex, fluid gesture that defies his hulking bulk.
Nogandar
The arcane current pulses... it remembers my touch. I am not yet a ghost of my former glory.
With a sharp inhale, the gargoyle creates three perfect, flickering duplicates of himself. They stand in a semi-circle, identical in posture and shadow.
The Weaver-Construct
Error in sensory input. Which shade holds the core of the ancient malice? The vibration of the stone is masked by their presence.
Nogandar
The construct hesitates. Now, I strike before the illusion wanes.
“I cast in good gnome "self destruct"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +1)
Nogandar
Your mockery is premature, spider-thing. Behold the art of the old world.
Nogandar ignores the biting heat of the pendant, weaving his massive, clawed hands in a complex, fluid gesture that defies his hulking bulk.
Nogandar
The arcane current pulses. It remembers my touch. I am not yet a ghost of my former glory.
With a sharp inhale, the gargoyle creates three perfect, flickering duplicates of himself. They stand in a semi-circle, identical in posture and shadow.
The Weaver-Construct
Error in sensory input. Which shade holds the core of the ancient malice? The vibration of the stone is masked by their presence.
Nogandar
The construct hesitates. Now, I strike before the illusion wanes.
Quest Complete
Defeat the Weaver-Construct
New Gift: Weaver-Construct Shattering Strike