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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BLACKDIRGE" data-source="post: 461523" data-attributes="member: 1953">Myrgle, Gnoll Shaman Adept L3; med humanoid; AL NE; CR 3; age 26 (middle age}HD 2d8+3d6+10; hp 27; Init +0; Spd 30 ft; AC 18 (+2 natural, +4 chain shirt, +2 shield); BAB +2; Atk +4 melee or +2 ranged;SV Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +6;Str 15, Dex 11, Con 15, Int 13, Wis 16, Cha 09Skills (17 points): Concentration +5 (7), Knowledge (religion) +8 (9), Listen +1 (6), Spot +1 (6), Wilderness Lore +2 (5)Feats: Thrall to Demon (Yeenoghu), Willing DeformityLanguages: abyssal, common, gnollArmor: Chain Shirt, +4 speed 30ft, 25 lbs.Large Wooden Shield +2, 10 lbsWeapons: Light Flail +1: Atk +5 melee, Dmg 1d8+3, crit x2Sling: Atk +2 ranged, Dmg 1d4+2, crit x2, range 50ftOther Gear: potion of cure light wounds (2), amulet of natural armor +1, pearl of power (1st level spells)Spells: 3/3 (Save DC = 13 + spell level)Commonly Prepared Spells0 – cure minor wounds, detect magic, slash tongue1st – seething eye bite, cure light wounds (1d8+3), sleepKuzok the clan chieftain is dead. A terrible demon appeared from nowhere and devoured the gnoll warrior alive while Myrgle looked on with grim satisfaction. When its grisly task was complete the beast turned to Myrgle nodded its misshapen head once and disappeared. No one has dared challenge Myrgle’s authority since.The Red Claw tribe is greatly feared by the surrounding human and elven settlements for the gnolls raid not for slaughter alone, they take many captives whose dying screams fill the surrounding woods for days after. As Myrgle grows in power his aspirations grow accordingly, he is now possessed with the pursuit of immortality and seeks dread arcane secrets and forbidden lore to accomplish this task. His prayers to Yeenoghu on this matter have gone unanswered and he has increased the number of sacrifices he makes each month in an attempt to please the demon prince.The Red Claw tribe is now firmly under the control of Myrgle and the one hundred or so gnolls that make up the tribe spend their days trying to avoid his notice, lest they become a candidate for sacrifice or worse. Myrgle has a small group of devoted bodyguards that enforce his rule and aid in the obscene rituals he performs nightly. These corrupted individuals hope to earn Yeenoghu’s favor by aiding one of his chosen. Myrgle now resembles little more than a breathing corpse. His skin has taken on a waxy almost translucent quality and is pulled taut over his gaunt skeletal frame. He is followed at all times by a miasma of flies and other small vermin that swarm around his body in a buzzing cloud of filth. Most of the tribe holds its breath waiting for Myrgle to succumb to the corruption that infests his body, but he shows no sign of weakness and is at all times possessed with frantic energy. Myrgle has gained another magical item, an enchanted flail, from the body of an elven ranger that stumbled into a Red Claw hunting party.</blockquote>

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