| The Bishop of Kellet Thun | Tags: Undead |
| Type: Perfect Excruciator | Organization: Unique (Medium) |
| Description: Rotting, Pious | Instinct:to prepare |
| HP: 16 Armor: 0 | Attack: Black Piercing Mandibles ( d10) close, Piercing: 1 |
| Moves: Grapple a prey Attack from an impossible angle Impale a threat | Known for: Deft Strike |
The Bishop sits in meditative prayer at the entrance to Kellet Thun. His meditations are simple and keen - giving him visions of those that approach, and as such he can prepare for their inevitable desire to enter the Temple of Welcome that leads to Kellet Thun. His meditations also help obscure the life that he once had, which bring pain and suffering which manifest themselves as piercing black mandibles of the Unholy Glistening Beetle moving thorugh his dusty flesh. When the bishop strikes he does so quickly, without warning, and from places that make little sense.
| Holy Hunting Dogs | Tags: Scions, Divine |
| Type: Cloaked Hound | Organization: Group (Medium) |
| Description: translucent skin, Pious | Instinct:to enjoy |
| HP:8 Armor:1 | Attack: Elemental blast ( d8+2) close |
| Moves: Be healed by lightning Use scavenged weapons or magic Explode splinters all around |
Created by The Covenant of Steel, a violent and power-hunger Cult of Scions, the Holy Hunting Dogs are created false thing. Now free of their masters' control they roam Eradu in search of things unknown. They seem to enjoy playing similar to puppies, but as they were built for war a playful nip can turn into a short range blast of electrical discharge. In addition to being nearly invisible when not moving, the hunting dogs have the ability to absorb non-organic matter and utilize any abilities associated with it. The hunting dogs tend to explode when they become too excited, so engage with the utmost care.
| Abula Ros, Sister of Contrition | Tags: Scions |
| Type: Altar Maiden | Organization: Unique (Medium) |
| Description: Spikes, Serrated teeth, Polite | Instinct:to haunt |
| HP:16 Armor:1 | Attack: Horns ( d10) close, hold at bay |
| Moves: Sing foes into a dazed state undermine the ground snuff out light |
Her sisters are dead, and she wanders Eradu the last of her kind. When she does choose to settle, it is in a place that is far from civilization or intelligent things. She sings a self-itterating tune of ditonal notes and upended chords while she works digging tunnels toward an unknown goal. Those that approach her find sunlight never quite reaches her and their torches dimming no less than the flicker of a candle. Those that engage find her polite if intimidating, but anyone foolish enough to attack will be pinned by her articulated "horns" as her vicious serrated teeth separate chunks of flesh from bone. If Abula has been in a place long enough she often has numerous "pleasure toys" that she has dazed into a state of ecstatic, blank-eyed, living dolls.
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