Summoner

Running her fingers through the coarse fur, the burly half-orc stands tall above the bandit camp. The slavering, tusked beast at her side looks expectantly at its master, flexing its claws into the dirt. At her signal, it charges howling into the unsuspecting group, its powerful body propelling it from one victim to the next.

A halfling pauses for a minute, it was so rare nowadays for her to stop and smell the roses. She plucks one of the flowers from her pet’s back, and holds it under her nose as the creature uproots itself. Turning her eyes to the bloody thorns, she wonders how well goblins will serve as fertilizer...

Releasing his grip on the control rod, the gnome flips a switch and his mechanical armor floods the cavern with light. His companions move in on his flanks, and his own piston-driven footsteps crunch on the gravel as they descend into the cave.

Summoners put their time, energy, and creativity into their summoned minion. These minions take many forms, but they all spring from the magical weave and are loyal and obedient servants.

Pulled from the Weave write some damn flavor text