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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voadam" data-source="post: 7598106" data-attributes="member: 2209">Enemies of NeoExodus: Folding Circle<a href="http://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/89892/Enemies-of-NeoExodus-Folding-Circle-PFRPG?affiliate_id=17596" target="_blank">Enemies of NeoExodus: Folding Circle</a>Pathfinder 1eHaru Anon: Haru Anon is a bizarre form of undead. It was forged of the souls of every person killed by Makesh’s death touch ability, none of whom could travel to the afterlife when killed in that mannerHaru’s true nature is actually the condensed terror, hatred, and pain of thousands of deaths, locked into eternity.Trevor Catalan: Trevor Catalan was never a healthy child. He had suffered a variety of ailments since he was a baby, but more pressing than any of his fevers and poxes was his temperament. Trevor was terrified. Of what, he could never explain, but when night fell and shadows pooled in his bedroom, sleep did not come without a fight. In fact, Trevor would rather not sleep at all, for every second that he spent asleep was ample time for another horrifying dream to rip him, screaming, from rest.The only thing that could calm Trevor back to sleep was a lullaby, a gentle tune that his mother would sing to him, and that he would join in as she cradled him in her arms. Every night, often several times per night, Trevor’s mother would make her way to his room to soothe the tormented boy. When daytime arrived she would sleep herself, exhausted from the night’s ordeal.The problem did not diminish as Trevor grew into a school-aged boy. Soothsayers, holy men, and wizards were consulted yet none could discover any underlying problem. One did have a solution, however – the wizard provided Trevor’s mother with a parcel of sleeping herbs and instructions – a small amount of the magical plant, brewed in a tea, could turn her lullaby into a gentle sleep spell powerful enough to affect a child and quiet his turbulent dreams. Trevor’s mother agreed readily, hoping against hope that this would finally be the cure for her son’s nightmares.As night fell, Trevor sat in bed, ready for his mother to come and sing her lullaby. “Are you sure I’ll be okay, mom?” He asked as she sat down next to him, the herbal tea in his hands. “Of course dear. I’ll see you tomorrow, when the sun comes up.” And so she began her song, and he sang along until he drifted away.Trevor tumbled deeper into sleep, and once more the fear took hold of him. Shadows pooled around him as his terror mounted – he had to wake up. He had to wake up. Trevor strained to open his eyes, but they would only open to the same scene – shadows around him, pulling at his legs like thick, cold mud. The shadows were parting – Trevor could see something there – something terrible.He tried to scream, but there was no sound in this world, no motion except for the terrible thing, becoming more and more clear with each passing second. He had to wake up. He couldn’t wake up. Trevor’s eyes were fixed in front of him, riveted on a scene that no one in this world should ever see – and then there was nothing at all.Wight: Any humanoid creature that is slain by Trevor Catalan becomes a wight itself in only 1d4 rounds.</blockquote>

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