Tabula Rasa: The Gaunt Helm's page

I'm unfortunately familiar with the damage termites can do to a house, as well as the perils of being a con staffer. I hope everything gets resolved in a swift way, and we'll be here when you get back.

Toughness: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 Ouch also

I am so sorry! I had a sheet and I just forgot to copy-paste it!

The Gaunt Helm reaches into a small pouch on his hip. Pulling out a handful of sand, he brings it up to his face. Somehow, even without a mouth he blows it at Mongo. A voice echoes in his mind.

"Sleep. Let the Soothing Sands do their work, and rest. Rest for the wicked"

To hit: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

DC 18: Will: Entranced/Stunned/Incapacitated [Sleep descriptor]

I'll see if I can figure out a use for them! Perhaps an addition to my languages, or I'll add a power to an array.

Unfortunately come down with the plague and in quarantine, but ready to give it my all!

For me, I lived near both Salem and Lowell, and there is no power on this Earth that can make me go into the center of town Salem in October, or Lowell in July.

Hello! Yes I did, but I am here now, thank you so much for having me!