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The days grow shorter as the hoard grows ever greater. Sleep is sparse and danger plenty. Never had an bloodhunter order of undead slayers had so much work on their hand, never had the undead shown such uncanny sense of self. Not drown to flesh they sap the very life out of their victims with a mere touch, leaving them a lifeless husk or worse... one of them.
a reliquary, retrieved from a fallen city provides ample protection for now, strapped to his back and grants him a feeble chance to fight back, to delay the inevitable and protect those caught in the hoard's path for a while longe. The posession alone however, makes of him a parriah of clerics accross the land, its detention a fiend... yet does it not find better use in his hands?
(Ghostslayer bloodhunter. aaaand i like making tieflings anthro goats because... makes sense?)
a reliquary, retrieved from a fallen city provides ample protection for now, strapped to his back and grants him a feeble chance to fight back, to delay the inevitable and protect those caught in the hoard's path for a while longe. The posession alone however, makes of him a parriah of clerics accross the land, its detention a fiend... yet does it not find better use in his hands?
(Ghostslayer bloodhunter. aaaand i like making tieflings anthro goats because... makes sense?)
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