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Message: <blockquote data-quote="larryfinnjr" data-source="post: 5681694" data-attributes="member: 99210">Post #57 continued If you weren't street-hardened types, the look of Hatchet's arm might cause you to wretch. The arm-proper ends about 2 inches or so above where his wrist should be. A stained, filthy, otherwise benign axe-head is affixed to a simple wooden shaft, which disappears beneath an inch or so of scar tissue. The end of his forearm is actually wider than near the elbow...Surgeon guesses the handle must be buried at least halfway up the arm to cause such a bulge, causing the bones to widen and stretch against the skin. Nothing magical seems to be holding it in place; at least it's not giving off any aura that can be detected.  "I was the last to survive. They tortured all of us...cut off body parts now and then and feasted on them before our eyes. Used this very blade, over and over. Legend has it there were 10 of 'em. Legend has it ol' Hatchet gave it to every last one of 'em with their own blade. Funny, legends. Part truth, part bullsh-t. Heh." "Well, nevermind me - what's your story, Trainwreck? You look like Moradin's worst nightmare came to life and then puked you out on the world. Makes my hand look like this year's fashion statement." "And you, Fireball?" Hatchet asks the demure tiefling with a sly look in his eye. "Where'd you learn to burn like that? Not something you see every day..."</blockquote>