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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voadam" data-source="post: 8615401" data-attributes="member: 2209"><a href="https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/212686/Noble-Cause-Bloodied-Hands-PF-5E?affiliate_id=17596" target="_blank">Noble Cause Bloodied Hands</a>5eOrron Fisket, Ghost, Undead Bard, Ghost Bard, Ghostly Form, Cerulean Translucent Shade, Braying Spirit, Half-Elven Jongleur of Some Renown, Renowned Jongleur: The Fisket family returned early this morning after being dropped off by a local carriage service. Orron went upstairs, sending his children to their room while he went to his own bedchamber to unpack. Echrie was downstairs in the kitchen, preparing to make a hot meal after days of being on the cold road. The ticks attacked her as soon as she walked into the pantry. At the same time Oren and Ulyrie were ambushed by the spiders. Hearing the screams of his family, Orron rushed to his children’s room. To his horror, the bard saw his children lying on the floor, giant arachnids covering them. Rooted to the spot by the terror and savagery before him, Orron was blindsided by two other spiders. He was bitten repeatedly before he was able to pull himself away from the creatures’ fangs. Frantic to get away, Orron slammed his children’s bedroom door on the pursuing spiders. Disoriented by the venom in his veins and shamed by his cowardice in not aiding his loved ones, Orron crawled back to his own bedchamber and slowly died, the waning screams of his doomed family riving his soul as he exhaled his last breath.Orron Fisket’s fall, both physical and spiritual, caused him to spontaneously reemerge as a ghost. Tied to his bedchamber by his shame, the undead bard periodically belts out ballads of bleakness, for he senses the arachnids are still in the household feeding off the corpses of his family.“Died? A poor jest, you fobbing scut. That rump-fed attitude will not get you far on stage, coxcomb. My trip with the family did leave me exhausted. I could barely keep up with my children as they bounded up the staircase, ready to play with their new toys I bought while we were on the road. I went to put some clothes away, then… Oren! Ulyrie! Eyes! FANGS! Biting my children! I tried to reach them, but more of the fiends attacked me! Couldn’t fight them! Couldn’t face THEM! I slammed the door on them and crawled away. I slammed the door on my children because of my cowardice! My shame! My heart was seizing up, but my ears, the ears of my mother, heard my little ones’ cries! Why won’t they END?”Skeletal Champion: ?Spellgorged Zombie: ?Attic Whisper: ?Undead: ?Pathfinder 1eOrron Fisket, Ghost Half-Elf Bard 7, Undead Bard, Ghost Bard, Ghostly Form Cerulean Translucent Shade, Braying Spirit, Half-Elven Jongleur of Some Renown, Renowned Jongleur: The Fisket family returned early this morning after being dropped off by a local carriage service. Orron went upstairs, sending his children to their room while he went to his own bedchamber to unpack. Echrie was downstairs in the kitchen, preparing to make a hot meal after days of being on the cold road. The ticks attacked her as soon as she walked into the pantry. At the same time Oren and Ulyrie were ambushed by the spiders. Hearing the screams of his family, Orron rushed to his children’s room. To his horror, the bard saw his children lying on the floor, giant arachnids covering them. Rooted to the spot by the terror and savagery before him, Orron was blindsided by two other spiders. He was bitten repeatedly before he was able to pull himself away from the creatures’ fangs. Frantic to get away, Orron slammed his children’s bedroom door on the pursuing spiders. Disoriented by the venom in his veins and shamed by his cowardice in not aiding his loved ones, Orron crawled back to his own bedchamber and slowly died, the waning screams of his doomed family riving his soul as he exhaled his last breath.Orron Fisket’s fall, both physical and spiritual, caused him to spontaneously reemerge as a ghost. Tied to his bedchamber by his shame, the undead bard periodically belts out ballads of bleakness, for he senses the arachnids are still in the household feeding off the corpses of his family.“Died? A poor jest, you fobbing scut. That rump-fed attitude will not get you far on stage, coxcomb. My trip with the family did leave me exhausted. I could barely keep up with my children as they bounded up the staircase, ready to play with their new toys I bought while we were on the road. I went to put some clothes away, then… Oren! Ulyrie! Eyes! FANGS! Biting my children! I tried to reach them, but more of the fiends attacked me! Couldn’t fight them! Couldn’t face THEM! I slammed the door on them and crawled away. I slammed the door on my children because of my cowardice! My shame! My heart was seizing up, but my ears, the ears of my mother, heard my little ones’ cries! Why won’t they END?”Skeletal Champion Human Warrior 1: ?Advanced Skeletal Champion: ?Spellgorged Zombie: ?Attic Whisper: ?Undead: ?</blockquote>

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