![]() It is with this wand that Hermes, for that is who he is, touches each of your eyes, and you fall into a deep slumber. He wields a golden wand with two snakes twisted around it, and two wings adorning the top. Before you, a pillar of stones erupts from the earth and from it erupts a young man, clothed in a long cape, a golden helmet with wings, and a pair of winged sandals. You know this, for you can see before you your thread of life, neatly severed by a gleaming pair of shears held by the beautiful, smooth hand of a woman who can only be Atropos, third and last of the Moirai, who cuts the thread of each mortal at the time of their death.Īs the thread is cut, everything stops. Whatever the cause was, the effect is the same for all. You slam into the hard ground after performing a perfect triple corkscrew backflip off of a thousand foot tall cliff, not realizing that you forgot to prepare feather fall until you’re already in the air. Your chest is filled with pain as your heart gives out. Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk Mordenkainen Presents: Monsters of the Multiverse ![]()
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