[Day 20] Skrill, the Dead Inheritors
Skrill, the Dead Inheritors In the Valley of the Unfortunate Undead few wish to set foot. Those who do, possess the right combination of greed, folly and fatalism to ruin it for all of us. Some of these adventurous souls brought things back with them. Chests of silver, rare herbs, cursed fineries and their comrades in slapdash coffins. They also brought the Skrill. Physicks and scholars claim that the Skrill used to be simple cockroaches. Small, hardy and omnivorous, they have taken a bite of the unspeakable, and now the manifold curses of the living dead roil and rumble within the swarms. They look much like a natural cockroach, except slightly larger, and sometimes faintly phosphorescent. They get their name from the sounds they make as they descend upon their prey. What sort of power grows within any given swarm is easy enough to find out. One must simple let them bite! (Roll 1d8) 1: Aow! It merely hurts. 2: Ectoplasmic strands: Their touch drains Strength, Presence a...