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Flame Tongue Shield
🕑 Added 2025-02-12 13:00:18 +0000 UTCFlame Tongue Shield
Armor (shield), rare (requires attunement)
If you take Fire damage while holding this shield, roll 2d6 and reduce the damage taken by the number rolled. If you roll a 6 on either of the dice, the fiery energy is held within the shield for 1 minute. During that time, you can use Tongue Lash once without expending its usage.
Tongue Lash. When a creature within 5 feet of you misses you with an attack, you can use your reaction to blast the creature back with fire. That creature must make a DC 15 Strength saving throw. On a failed save, the creature takes 4d8 Fire damage and is pushed 15 feet away from you. On a successful save, the creature takes half damage only. Once this property of the Shield has been used, it can’t be used again until the next dawn.
Sundered and scorched, the cyclopean fortifications lay mostly in rubble. A battle raged all around, but here in this courtyard it was almost silent.
Dragan’s braids glowed at the tips like embers, filling his nostrils with acrid smoke. His soot-smeared skin mixed sweat and ash. His eyes peered like a pair of onyx gems from behind his shield. The golden dragon emblazoned on its surface snarled soundlessly.
The shimmering air burned Dragan’s lungs as he prowled, circling his foe. Each of his soft footfalls mirrored the thunderous steps of the fire giant with whom he dueled, their stares locked on one-another.
Of course, the giant had boldly stormed into the fray against this insignificantly tiny creature. But as his attacks were rebuffed and the manling’s spear stung at the gaps in his armor, his frustration curdled into something new: fear. This fear shone in his eyes like glowing coals. Dragan could almost taste it.
The giant roared as it surged forward, wildly swinging his cleaver overhead. Dragan shifted his grip on the haft of his spear and aimed it into the opening between the giant’s gorget and helm. With a toss, the spear arced through the air and disappeared into neck meat. A spray of molten gore splashed across Dragan’s shield and spattered the earth, quaking as the giant fell. The wet dirt charred and sizzled, but Dragan’s dragon simply drank the blazing blood. Fire was no foe to a fire eater.
