Eldritch Cannon 5e Novels & Stories

The ancient power inside me was strong, but my human body was still untried, my reflexes untrained for a warlord’s final, suicidal strike. The spear point was inches from my throat. Then, the world turned midnight black. Eldrick didn't use a weapon. He didn't use his hands. With a final, desperate roar that sounded like his soul was tearing in half, his massive black wolf form erupted from his human skin, defying the paralyzing silver smoke through sheer, unadulterated willpower. He threw his massive body directly between me and the green flame. Crunch. The silver-plated spear, coated in the glowing green wolfsbane poison, buried itself deep into Eldrick’s shoulder, the point protruding out

The white of his eyes was silver in colour and the pupil was lilac blue. "What are you?!" Spiro said. < Quest completed > < Swallowing Sixty bars of Dragon sweets > < Quest rewards > < Vampdragon Eyes: (user can now see hidden auras and can also see well in darkness. It can also be used to sight the amount of Mana present in a victim's body > < Distance of sighting: 50 degree sighting > < Dragon Breath: ( User possesses a dangerous inner air, and it can be used to destroy enemies ) >

The Echoing Pulse: A spell that releases a silent wave of energy, knocking back anyone within a five-foot radius and giving the caster a moment to breathe. Edan leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied look. "As you can see, that volume is dedicated solely to the art of defense. Books like that are a massive hassle to track down. Most grimoires try to cover everything at once, but a book that focuses on mastering a single discipline? That’s a rare find."

- Phil -FANGS OF DARUGA / RARITY: RARE- DEX: 15 STR: 15 DURABILITY: 100 ABILITY: POISON- A VERY DEADLY POISON THAT CAN BE STACK UP TO 15X AN UNKNOWN APPRENTICE BLACKSMITH WITH ALOT OF POTENTIAL CREATED A WEAPON THAT GOAL WAS TO SLAY THE ENEMIES. AN UNCOMMON WEAPON THAT CONSIST OF 15 PARTS. USING THE FANG OF DARUGA AND THE CRYSTALIZED BLOOD OF THE SERPENT KING IT HAS A DEADLY POISON THAT CAN KILL ANY MONSTER. THOUSAND REFINED WEAPON, EXPONENTIALLY INCREASE THE DESTRUCTIVENESS OF THIS NEEDLE-LIKE FANG

They leaned forward, almost imperceptibly. — “Catalogs that don’t carry the Delyon name.” I continued, my voice low enough to force them to pay attention. — “Swarm drone systems with AI for area suppression. Precision rifles with intelligent subsonic ammunition capable of changing trajectory. Cutting-edge active camouflage technology. Things that make this—” I pointed to the DSR-50 “—look like a medieval crossbow.” The man with the rings whistled softly. — “That sounds… Expensive.”

“They are made of stone and clay, with specific ingredients to enhance the spell. We will make two puppet-like creatures, because we are two druids, we can’t make more of them. Afterwards, we’ll place them in a magical circle in the field.” “And then we will call them forth during the battle?” I asked with a raised brow. “My idea is that they will be able to hold off the first blows of their ground army.” Aerin returned to the table with a stack of minerals. “The Dark Elves use axes and swords, or they did when they attacked Agmysther.” “Will the surface of these creatures be strong enough to hold off steel?” I wasn’t so certain this magic would resist those kinds of weapons.

The crypt held its breath. Torchlight stuttered against damp stone, shadows stretching like knives. The altar had split wide open, the crack glowing with a black fire that was neither heat nor flame. And from it, the hand had come — clawed, long-fingered, slick with shadow ichor — curling on the stone edge as though testing its weight. Daryl’s scream shredded through the silence, his body bowing off the slab as tendrils writhed beneath his skin. His eyes burned bright, black shot through with molten orange, like embers in coal.

The mechanical creature raised its right hand, which functioned as an electromagnetic energy cannon, aiming it directly at Bima's seasoning distillation flask. The barrel of the cannon began to pulse with a deep blue black light, ready to fire a shot that would destroy their final hope forever.

Able Froster’s platoon shot up from their points of cover, sending bolts of plasma hurtling towards the entrenched Archers. Though their weapons were seemingly primitive, the Eldraeci elves weren’t foolish enough to send bows against the Line Infantry of the Zeraph Republic. The primitive weapons themselves were lined with fire runes that would turn their simple arrows into explosive projectiles, while the aid of a Battle Mage could even guide the arrows towards specific targets. Able Froster knew all of that, in fact he could smell the Battle Mage hiding behind the lines of archers, just waiting for the perfect opportunity. There was an arcane spark that hung in the hair, he could detect it

The cannons separated themselves from his waist combining into a massive twin-barrelled cannon called the Dragon Tempestor cannon. He pulled the trigger and the cannons unleashed a powerful stream of blue and red concentrated plasmatic energy down the beast’s throat the creature grumbled in great pain as the beast bled. The blood of the beast splashed around the sea as it caught into his leg boosters and backpack slowly melting the Bio-Xerrohmite armor. Though the beast had bled the danger was far from over as the sea began to shake Kent saw the sudden shift in the beast’s movements as it slowly closed its jaws upon them.