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Message: <blockquote data-quote="catastrophic" data-source="post: 5433457" data-attributes="member: 81381"><img src="http://img703.imageshack.us/img703/274/pete.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />This is pete.  Pete was a player chararacter in a one-shot I ran, set in the same world as my regular games. He and some other strange sorts escaped from a forboding dungeon in a dire city. Pete was one of the strangest of the lot- he could mould flesh and skin with his magic, creating bizzare abominations which served him well in the escape and the ensuing battle. He called himself a plasmorph. After that oneshot, Pete vanished. And the PCs in the main game had never even met him. They did however, come across hints of his presence. A mad alchemist had letters in his study from someone called 'peter', with whom he clearly kept up a regular and friendly corespondence. A band of evil wizards, set on stealing the magical eyes of a young wizard, told him that there was a man in prowmeet, an expert on 'visceral matters', who would pay handsomly for such a pair of prizes.  Finally, a metalic dragon asked the heroes to kill a man named pete, who lived in Prowmeet. They were leery of acting as assasins, but the dragon assured them that this was one creature they would want to kill. When they arrived at his upmarket potion shop, they wondered at the powerful potions on offer- until with their arcane skill, they realised what their core ingredient was- people.  Furious, they fought their way into pete's workshop, and battled him and his wierdly warped henchmen, as he popped in an out of a set of trapdoors at each corner of the room.  Finally they thought they had him on the ropes. He was badly battered, bloodied, and they stood in the middle of the room, ready to rush to whichever traptdoor he popped out of. Sure enough, Pete popped out of the trapdoor. . but it was not one Pete, but two. One badly wounded, one completly intact. The pieces came together in their head, just a touch too late for them to leap for cover, as the floor erupted beneath their feet.  <a href="http://img39.imageshack.us/img39/7153/peeeeteeeee.jpg" target="_blank">http://img39.imageshack.us/img39/7153/peeeeteeeee.jpg</a> And that's what I did on sunday night in my D&D game.</blockquote>

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