Eldritch Cannon 5e Novels & Stories

He gave me a sharp, almost imperceptible nod—you’re alive—and turned back to his own fight, his movements even more lethal than before. I looked down at the branch. A-Class Artifact: Withered Limb of the Storm. The knowledge surfaced from the murk of my memory, crisp and clear. One-time dungeon drop from a lightning-wreathed peak. Three charges per Instance. A slow, incredulous smile touched my lips. This thing… this powerhouse that had just cleared my immediate vicinity with the fury of a localized thunderstorm… this was one of the lower-tier items stashed in my vault? I’d grabbed it thinking it was a disposable option, a weak spark to maybe stun a foe. Not a lightning cannon.