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Vulch has a minion!

Sewer Ghoul the Pugly

Vulch
Legacy Name: Vulch

The

Graveyard Clawsion
Owner:

Miskatonic

Age: 12 years, 2 months, 1 week

Born: February 20th, 2012

Adopted: 12 years, 2 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: February 20th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 12
Defense: 8
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 3
Books Read: 3
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Ravenous Vulture Picks Clean The Bones of Creation- Renegade Deathknight

Once, there was a boy whose head was filled to the brim with dreams of heroism.
Once, there was an orphaned chick who found shelter in the wings of a scarred old hawk.
Once, there was a rough hunter with little but reward money and his mentor's words to his name.
Once, there was a man with enough anger and pain to reach out and shake the outstretched hand of the void.
Once, there was a monster that tried to bite the hand that commanded it but instead doomed the hand that raised it.

Now, there is a runaway.

As you move to sit down at the dimly-lit bar, the other seated customer glances over your way with a nod and a weary smile before turning back to nurse his drink, a brief show of friendliness that is all too rare to come by in these parts and at this time of night. You study him carefully: he doesn't really seem like the sort to extend a warm welcome. He may be a small, portly man, but the strength of his build, the battered armor he hasn't bothered to shed, and the lazy way he lounges against the bar with an air of experience all suggest a seasoned mercenary waiting around for his next job to present itself. Something about him- the hounded look that his smile fails to conceal, the milky sheen of his eyes, the bruised purple that blossoms across his rotting brown skin- tells you otherwise.

That, and the fact that the huge, cruel-looking axe that leans against the barstool he is perched on is of a metal blacker than any you have ever seen.