Overpowered Wizard

The Blood Prairie Savages’ strong hold and ancestral home centered on an immense skull that dwarfed the nearest castle mountains and fortress hillocks.

It was wedged between four such low-lying mountain structures while resting upright on its upper jaw. Each eye socket had bone scaffolding where their main defensive force lived.

There was more scaffolding around the bleached-white cranium of the immense skull-home. More defenders looked out in all directions of the stronghold.

There were mainly two ways in and out while ancient blocks of the hardiest black stone covered the back and sides. There was a winding road leading to the gap between the front teeth. And there was the secret underground passage hidden in the caverns down below.

Down in those caverns, a majority of their gnoll population lived, either resting or serving their people in some way. The blood pits were down there too where their young killed off the weak and left only the strong. Ezda had hoped Reiki would help with that by getting them a homebound dungeon, but that seemed less likely now.

At least the road leading to the front of the stronghold looked nice where mammoth-bone posts and silver decorations reflected the few sun rays beaming past the mountainous castle tops surrounding the skull home. On the mountain towers and elevated ramparts, gnoll scouts and warriors peeked down at the divine visitors.

Ezda knew right away that things were different based on the reaction of her scouts and archers. They were hesitant to have their arrows in hand.

Ezda would kill any fool who aimed directly at their very important guests, but it wasn’t foolish not to have weapons out. But she saw all the archers put them away for some reason.

She saw how they looked away from the Floridians, as if they couldn’t stand to gaze upon them. Then she looked directly at the Floridians and felt … uneasy … like she was looking at monstrous predators instead of human adventurers.