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Skeck

Ghoul Barbarian

Bloody Ell my head hurts! or, I HATE THIS SONG!!!! REARAGH!!

The ugly ghoul stares flaberghasted by the sight in front of him.

this must just be a figment of my imagination. Now the zombie midget is wearing a helmet. Why does it look familiar. Oh goodness another migrane.

He clutches his head in apparent pain. Just at that momemt the radio changes tunes and butcher pete starts playing again. The ghouls eye twitches at the sound and he lets out a feral howl tossing his drink at the jukebox. He thrashes over to it and starts punching buttons furiously. When nothing comes of his tantum he leaps out the front door running wildly into the wastes.

sure hope dm comes back soon as well.

Skeck perks at the new music.

I do beleive I like this song, quite a lot indeed. He mutters to himself, then even quieter My brain isn't even hurting thinking about it. I wonder who this Helen is I keep thinking about, this song sure seems to bring up fuzzy memories of her. Best not touch those they look to be the hurting type of memory.

Nother Gin n' Tonic good keep, I seem to have an abundance of currency in my pocket and drink could be the cure to my ills

He taps the side of his head making a sick squish against the rotted flesh. It doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He seems lucid, for but a moment until his drink arrives and his eyes glaze over to the feral stare he had been keeping.

Skeck will have trapfinding as well, though for now he disables mines the old fashioned way, by tripping them.

dont think i can dig any thoughts outta this brain box at the moment. Ive got a killer headache going and thinking is not making it better. then under his breath. plus i think im seeing midget zombies, and theyre insulting me. It may be best to leave me be. I think im going mad.

The doors fly open as old butcher pete comes on the jukebox. Through them sprints a crazed and ugly looking ghoul. He flails up to the jukebox punching buttons fevereshly until you see him hit with an electric shock blowing him away and swithing the song to a waltz. He picks himself off the floor dusting off his nonexistant scraps of clothing. Nonchalantly he strolls up to the bar.

gin and tonic if you will good man. he says in a scratchy british accent. He seems unfazed though his scalp still sizzles. something smells absolutely divine, im positively famished, do you have any good bubble and squeak?. He turns and smiles at the rest of the patrons. They always said british people had bad teeth but british ghouls take it to a new level of horendous.

Skeck is here and ready for anything chap.

OK so i changed up the story a bit. Let me know if you like it. Skeck has almost no supplies since ferals only seem to carry caps. He does have survival though so staying alive alone if necessary shouldn't be too hard. Integrating him can be as easy as finding him in the wastes, or if you'd like he could have already been led to a town.

Skeck will be transforming into a good skill monkey as well once he picks up some more levels. Right now, being just a barbarian, and freshly conscious he's pretty focused on physical skills and Disabling things by hitting them and sticking his finger in them.

Also here is my alias for Skeck the once feral ghoul barbarian. I went with the Feral Gnasher archetype. It's for goblins but figured it fit, also I upped the bite damage as it seemed like it was 1d4 since it's a goblin archetype and small bite damage is usually 1d4.