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Ever consumed by the arctic chill of the dead, bleakborns are [[corporeal undead]] creatures that forever seek the heat of the [[living]]. Inflicting [[cold]] damage via its touch or aura nourishes the bleakborn, and are the only way for a bleakborn to heal itself aside from being hit by [[fire]] attacks.<ref>[[Libris Mortis]] p. 86-87</ref> | |||
Bleakborns are also called [[Moil Zombie]]s. They appear covered in [[ice]] crystals, as if having horrifically frozen to death.<ref>Libris Mortis p. 86</ref> | |||
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''It was the damnedest thing. High on [[Death's Glacier]] we were about to receive civilised company. A toboggan rider, dusted in ice particles glistening with the light of the full moon, bore down rapidly upon our position. The threat of arrows and arrows themselves did not slow the chap. An instant after we marked him as being a parody of life, we were hammered by a wave of cold that felled a third of us. Too late, I ordered the men to scatter, for within seconds the dead out numbered the living and were rising to fill out the ranks of our foe. I would not be here had the thing been just that little bit cleverer and put its sled beyond use.'' | ''It was the damnedest thing. High on [[Death's Glacier]] we were about to receive civilised company. A toboggan rider, dusted in ice particles glistening with the light of the full moon, bore down rapidly upon our position. The threat of arrows and arrows themselves did not slow the chap. An instant after we marked him as being a parody of life, we were hammered by a wave of cold that felled a third of us. Too late, I ordered the men to scatter, for within seconds the dead out numbered the living and were rising to fill out the ranks of our foe. I would not be here had the thing been just that little bit cleverer and put its sled beyond use.'' | ||
- [[Gustov Petroff]], [[hawkmaster]] and [[horse smuggler]], wanted for [[desertion]] from the [[Falkovnian army]], remembering his mission to the [[Sleeping Beast Mountains]] | - [[Gustov Petroff]], [[hawkmaster]] and [[horse smuggler]], wanted for [[desertion]] from the [[Falkovnian army]], remembering his mission to the [[Sleeping Beast Mountains]]<ref>Descriptive text contributed by '''[[USER:Cure | cure]]''' to [[John W. Mangrum | John W. Mangrum's]] [[Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror]] project (posted on the [[Cafe de Nuit|Fraternity of Shadows message board]]).</ref> | ||
Descriptive text contributed by '''[[USER:Cure | cure]]''' to [[John W. Mangrum | John W. Mangrum's]] [[Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror]] project (posted on the [[Cafe de Nuit|Fraternity of Shadows message board]]). | |||
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Ever consumed by the arctic chill of the dead, bleakborns are corporeal undead creatures that forever seek the heat of the living. Inflicting cold damage via its touch or aura nourishes the bleakborn, and are the only way for a bleakborn to heal itself aside from being hit by fire attacks.[1]
Bleakborns are also called Moil Zombies. They appear covered in ice crystals, as if having horrifically frozen to death.[2]
Descriptive Text
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It was the damnedest thing. High on Death's Glacier we were about to receive civilised company. A toboggan rider, dusted in ice particles glistening with the light of the full moon, bore down rapidly upon our position. The threat of arrows and arrows themselves did not slow the chap. An instant after we marked him as being a parody of life, we were hammered by a wave of cold that felled a third of us. Too late, I ordered the men to scatter, for within seconds the dead out numbered the living and were rising to fill out the ranks of our foe. I would not be here had the thing been just that little bit cleverer and put its sled beyond use.
- Gustov Petroff, hawkmaster and horse smuggler, wanted for desertion from the Falkovnian army, remembering his mission to the Sleeping Beast Mountains[3]
References
- ↑ Libris Mortis p. 86-87
- ↑ Libris Mortis p. 86
- ↑ Descriptive text contributed by cure to John W. Mangrum's Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror project (posted on the Fraternity of Shadows message board).
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