Rhossk has been undergoing some strange changes since he started adventuring with the rest of his crew. The unsettling idol he'd found washed up on the beach some time ago had been reacting more strongly, giving him disconcerting nightmares of his body twisting and changing in alien ways.

On a mission after a night of fitful rest, Rhossk threw himself into a rage as he had many times before, but this time his jaw extended outward, his teeth extending into nightmarish tusks. With experimentation he found that he could tune this transformation, extending his claws out into razor sharp blades, or elongating his tail and growing sharp spines from the tip.

Whatever strange power awakened in him didn't't seem to be limited only to combat. One night in Saltmarsh, after a riveting conversation with a dwarven miner about beard care, Rhossk awoke to find something thick and warm coating his chin. He thought that perhaps his mustache had slipped off, but when he reached up to move it back into position he found it quite securely anchored - and he felt a new, softer mustache in the horsehair's place.

As if that weren't strange enough, during a delve into the catacombs beneath a burned out monestary on a haunted island, Rhossk felt his body begin to mutate once again. he could manifest textured pads on his hands and feet that allowed him to effortlessly climb on just about any surface, strengthen the muscles in his legs to perform impossible leaps, or even grow gills to allow him to breathe beneath the waves.

Sometimes Rhossk sits awake, holding the twisted idol, contemplating it. Even though it brings him nothing but nightmares, he can't seem to will himself to part with it. What other secrets could it hold? What dangers could it bring?

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On a less eldritchly horrible note, Rhossk has also been getting into cooking. Cooked food provides more nutrients than raw food when prepared properly, and a delicious meal increases morale, increasing survival chances tremendously. Plus he finds it relaxing and fulfilling. Rhossk wants nothing more than to care for his surrogate family, and it brings him a sense of peace knowing that he can help keep their bellies full with delicious meals on the road.

The downside of his forays into cooking is the toll it's taken on his wasteline. The lizardfolk's slim and toned body has swollen out into what he's heard some of the folks around town call a "dad bod". He proudly wears the monicker. Besides, having extra fat stores on the body increases chances of survival when times are lean, and if he should fall in battle, he would be more than a meal to keep his fellows marching.

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This is actually more how I imagined Rhossk looking when I originally drew him, a bit more squat and round than the slim figure he cut in the original work. I was originally imagining taking a psychic feat, to symbolize the dagon-esque influence from the unsettling idol, but the Chef feat is just so useful, and I have an unnatural love for battle chefs. So Rhossk gets to go down in history with all of my other Culinary Warrior characters.

I'm so mad that the Tail attack does Piercing damage and not Bludgeoning! His name is HAMMERTAIL not PICKTAIL.

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