Thou art hunted by Questing Knights of Galgenbeck. They have sent for reinforcements.
YOU are born of the mortified flesh of the sanctified and the damned. Your form is of coils, an ouroboros of fate denied and souls usurped into a hellish scaled visage born in emulation of the Basilisks. You are hated by HE and held derelict, a wastrel in the eyes of SHE. But for all their venoms, you hear the writhing whispers that drive their apotheosis. When Yetsabu-Nech emerges from the underworld and the sun is snuffed of light, you will usurp your betters and sit upon a throne of void.
Grumpy and venerating. Withered arm. Scab collector.
Once a day (recharging at sunset), you may belch forth your spirit, leaving your body a brittle husk. You become swift, intangible, a smog which reanimates the dead into slavering corpses which owe you no loyalty. You must find a living mortal to birth yourself from anew.
All Presence tests have their DR increased by 2 when interacting with faithful of the One True God. You are not literate, but you can taste blasphemies penned on vellum or flesh, allowing you to use scrolls (provided you lick up all the ink.) You may gain either a new DOOM TO BE or an additional use of your dark powers whenever you advance enough to GET BETTER, or a new MISERY has been invoked upon the CALENDAR OF NECHRUBEL.
- Food and water for 2 days
- Sickle d4 damage
- Fish net with space for 10 normal-sized items
- Iron rod d4 damage
- Rusty lamp with oil for 4 hours
- Random unclean scroll
- 25s
