Category:Drowned (Undead)

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Note: This article covers a special type of undead called the Drowned. For a list of people who have drowned, see Drowned. For the type of malicious water fey fond of drowning humanoids, see Drownling.

The drowned are the undead remnants of those who perished underwater. They may have gone down in sunken ships or even lost their lives when their island or coastal homes were swallowed by the sea. Undeath has twisted them, leaving them infused with evil. A drowned radiates a drowning aura that fills the lungs of nearby unfortunates with water.^[1]

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It has been suggested that the drowned qualifies as an Obedient Dead according the Walking Dead typology in Van Richten's Guide to the Walking Dead.^[2] This seems highly unlikely, as they seem to spontaneously arise. Rather, they seem more likely to be Restless Dead. Likelysalient abilities include Bending the Land, Berserk, Burning Touch, Corruptive Touch, Drowning Touch, and Mind of Many.^[2]

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This sea voyage is one of the most frightening I ever made. The way to Markovia is riddled, it seems, with difficulties and hardships. A great vessel, during the night, approached us. It was an old ship, like those that sailed the Sea of Sorrows two centuries ago. This night, on insistence of Anchorite Seymar (a person I came to despise greatly, I must admit), we will explore it.

Later that night

I must pen this now, before I faint again. Writing is a good way of exorcizing our ghosts. During the exploration of the ship that boarded us, we found out that the whole crew was made of undead. Some of them were truly horrible. Bloated and partially decomposed, they were exhuding a thick mist, like the sprays of the sea. As soon as they came near us, I felt my lungs fill with water, but i was quick enough to hold my breath. Jean-Michelle, Tids and Anchorite Claude were not so lucky. There were more than twenty of them, and only I and Lyr were still standing. The others were choking, like suffocating under water...

From the private journal of Witch Claire Silence of Port-au-Lucine.^[3]

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