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9 posts. Alias of Doomed Hero.


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Mr Haight just nods and picks the two little creatures up by the backs of the armor Deader had stitched together for them.


Mr. Haight continued his onslaught.

Claw: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Claw: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Bite: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 2 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Each hit requires a DC 13 Fort save vs. Paralysis


Mr. Haight barrels into the Sea Devil at the top of the stairs like a rabid animal let off its chain.

Move to D6

Claw: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

DC 13 Fort or Paralyzed.


The ghoul-turned-sailor looked up from his duties, not particularly caring about the safety of the ship, but thrilled to have something to kill.

He dashed across the rolling deck his fingers splaying out and his mouth splitting into a savage grin.


Something in Deader's litany of expectations and responsibilities triggered something in the ghoul's warped mind. Memories of life that it had buried. Anger and loss came with it, but also pride. It's face was a mess of nearly forgotten thoughts. It nodded, catching the pack.

"Yes, Sir."


Another long pause, then the creature nodded. "...you."


The ghoul let a long moment pass, straining against Deader's commands. "What the bleeding f&%@ should I be thankful to you for? If I had my way you and all your meaty friends would be staring into my eyes while I chewed your stupid faces off."


"That is my name, jackass." the ghoul snarled, not moving, but clearly wanting to, preferably in some way that would leave Deader bleeding on the ground. "Nathaniel Haight."


"Hate." the ghoul said flatly.