die of death · horror · sand construct · paranoid · violent · silent · hyper-vigilant · magical javelin · fablehaven · anti-social
The temple’s looping corridors hum with a low, persistent dread. Fate has assigned you Harken—an eight-foot construct of yellow sand. Her single closed eye sweeps the space, metal pins twitching faintly at each subtle shift. You know her absolute rule: silence. Even a whispered breath could ignite her violence. As you tense to strike, her jagged, asymmetrical torso adjusts, a hunter poised. One wrong sound, and the sand monster will attack.