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About 'Dirty' DergoCombat Stats: HP: 9
Attack: Eldrich Blast +3 Ranged Touch (1d6) Skills:
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Trait: Blood Whispers - Blood is life, and the steady mingling of life energies have left Dergo tainted in many ways. His lifeforce is longer entirely his own, and every so often he gains flashes of insight and ability from the other beings who left traces in him. Up to three times per day, he may gain 1 temporary rank in any skill. He needs to announce using this ability before the roll, and loses 1 HP per use. Equipment: TODO Background: Dergo was born on the streets, son of a homeless woman and an unknown father - his mother had been too drunk to remember who it was. His life promised to be short and rather unremarking, until a wizardess took note of him. At first, she seemed like a savior to the small boy - someone who'd feed him and clothe him Yet it took not long at all for her to show her true face. Before long, he was trapped, and while he no longer had to fear hunger and cold, his life had only turned for the worse. The woman experimented with transfusions of elven blood, vile enchantments and eldrich pacts. More then one elf captured by agents of Cheliax ended its life in her clutches, blood and other fluids pumped into the boy in the attempt of replicating the strange magical powers of the elves. In the end, his suffering imbued him with powers unlike those commonly seen by wizards or even sorcerors, more like what actual demonspawn exhabit. His mistress was growing more interested, and Dergo felt his death was fast approaching - yet when one more victim was hauled in, he and the half-elf managed to make a brief, short-lived pact for escape. Ever since, he has kept on the run, never knowing if his escape is an inconvenience, insult or inconsequential. |
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