Darkly inked fetish master
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A darkly inked fetish master can be found in the Scatter in the Rift. This creature is a child-like voodoo witch doctor, drawing upon elaborate inked designs on its skin for its dark powers. The masters cast mostly Sorcerer spells and can summon a cluster of wooden dolls on their current target, who would lay down a barrage of attacks.
Dark-ringed eyes stare out of a face that is gaunt and ashen as a darkly inked fetish master looks on. Beginning at its hairline, a labyrinthine pattern of tattoos in ebon ink crawl across the fetish master's skin, spanning brow and cheeks alike. The designs sheath every inch of exposed skin not shrouded beneath its tattered robes. In a grotesque display, the fetish master's lips have been peeled back from its gums, secured in place by a set of discolored hooks. Perhaps not the intention, but the effect creates a perpetual, toothy grin that seems to hold no amusement, but ample amounts of malice.
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Other information
The fetish masters can summon animated wooden dolls which then attack the master's opponent.
A darkly inked fetish master snatches a skull rattle from its belt, shaking it up and down rhythmically as it emits a discordant chant that echoes abormally across the environs. It abruptly completes its ritual and stares directly at you!
A rotting post suddenly bursts from the floor, splintering into a twisted wooden doll!
A rotting post suddenly bursts from the floor, splintering into a rattling wooden doll!
A rotting post suddenly bursts from the floor, splintering into a battered wooden doll!
A rotting post suddenly bursts from the floor, splintering into a rickety wooden doll!
When the dolls are hit, a CS ward for Empathic Link (1117) triggers. If a link successfully forms, any damage done to the doll will injure the person linked to the doll as well.
A rotting wooden doll flails wildly at you with a sharpened limb!
AS: +417 vs DS: +386 with AvD: +23 + d100 roll: +98 = +152
... and hits for 16 points of damage!
Torn muscle in your right leg!
CS: +437 - TD: +406 + CvA: -8 + d100: +96 - +5 == +114
Warding failed!
As the splintery limb connects, you notice a thin, translucent ribbon of energy form between your chest and the doll's center of mass.
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You gesture while summoning the spirits of nature to aid you with the Nature's Fury spell...
Your spell is ready.
You gesture at a rotting wooden doll.
You close your eyes in a moment of intense concentration, channeling the pure natural power of your surroundings. As you continue to gather the energy, a low thrumming resounds through the area. Suddenly, a multitude of sharp pieces of debris splinter off from underfoot, savagely assailing everything around you!
One of the large, pointed slivers of hard debris hits a rotting wooden doll!
... 44 points of damage!
... 45 points of damage!
Shot shatters hip and severs left leg!
A rotting wooden doll falls to the ground grasping its mangled left leg!
The wooden doll is stunned!
Ripples of wavering energy coalesce around your left leg!
... 25 points of damage!
Well placed shot pierces knee, that hurt!
You are stunned for 5 rounds!
... 45 points of damage!
Shot shatters shoulder and severs left arm!
Ripples of wavering energy coalesce around your left arm!
... 30 points of damage!
Well aimed strike shatters bone in left arm!
... 45 points of damage!
Strike to the eye penetrates skull, ocular fluid sprays widely!
A rotting wooden doll clatters to the floor in a loose pile and rapidly decays into fine dust.
A rotting wooden doll returns to normal color.
Messaging
A darkly inked fetish master arrives, the skulls on its belt clacking with a hollow resonance.
A darkly inked fetish master wanders in, set with a distant gaze focused on seemingly nothing at all.
Sweeping into a sudden crouch next to your body, a darkly inked fetish master leans forward and pulls at your cheeks, eyelids, lips, and ears. Then, with a giggle, the master proclaims, "You would look sublime all strung on strings and lines! A pretty toy, a pretty toy!"
With all the skill and care of a mender, the fetish master takes a needle from its belt and threads it through with a length of wire. Every so slowly, it begins to stitch your mouth and eyes shut.