Editing City of Necromancers: Renewing Compacts & Treaties:Dreadhur
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**''Name someone who knows your secret, either because you trusted them with it or through some accident.'' My foster father, '''Bazaran Solace'''. He is a mighty vampire lord and has been very good to me all these years, lately he’s been nagging me to grow up and abandon life to take the next step, and he wants me to become a vampire like him. “We vampires are good at protecting our descendants,” he reminds me, and “If you think I raised you up just for you to die a mortal death in a gutter somewhere, you’re even thicker than I thought you were.” | **''Name someone who knows your secret, either because you trusted them with it or through some accident.'' My foster father, '''Bazaran Solace'''. He is a mighty vampire lord and has been very good to me all these years, lately he’s been nagging me to grow up and abandon life to take the next step, and he wants me to become a vampire like him. “We vampires are good at protecting our descendants,” he reminds me, and “If you think I raised you up just for you to die a mortal death in a gutter somewhere, you’re even thicker than I thought you were.” | ||
**''Who do you least want to discover your secret?'' My superior officer, Mage-General Flayn, a creepy lich with a penchant for unannounced inspections and torture — a martinet without the elan of a true soldier of Rahesh. I understand he’s got to be a terror to be promoted, but she’s got too much enthusiasm. (I’m imagining some internal politics between factions of immortal undead, especially after they’ve been cooped up in bubble universe for centuries.) | **''Who do you least want to discover your secret?'' My superior officer, Mage-General Flayn, a creepy lich with a penchant for unannounced inspections and torture — a martinet without the elan of a true soldier of Rahesh. I understand he’s got to be a terror to be promoted, but she’s got too much enthusiasm. (I’m imagining some internal politics between factions of immortal undead, especially after they’ve been cooped up in bubble universe for centuries.) | ||
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Stats: Stats: 7#4d6k3 9 14 14 11 16 6 17 | Stats: Stats: 7#4d6k3 9 14 14 11 16 6 17 | ||
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STR 18 (+3), CON 14 (+1), DEX 16 (+2), INT 7 (-1), WIS 11, CHA 14 (+1), LUCK 9 | STR 18 (+3), CON 14 (+1), DEX 16 (+2), INT 7 (-1), WIS 11, CHA 14 (+1), LUCK 9 | ||
Racial Bonuses for Strength and Intelligence. | Racial Bonuses for Strength and Intelligence. | ||
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Class: Fighter | Class: Fighter |