▼ Young and a Menace

He was confused, as anyone might be, about the origin of the mysterious black obelisk in the forest. Drench left his feet slicked with mud and water dripping from narrowed eyelashes as he observed from a distance. Horses, equines of all shapes and sizes were being spat out at different intervals, in different locations. The few he got to see were rather large. A robust man with a crooked horn, calling the names of foreign beings. As a whole the sight was piteous at best, full-grown horses moaning and groaning as they sought after what he could only assume were loved ones. Even a few foals and juveniles could be seen, teetering and tottering on lanky legs.

There was something mesmerizing about the black smog that seemed to melt and twist in the shadows. It always was, for him this was nothing new. The soul of the Rift was rife with hostility, twisting minds and warping bodies. Fresh meat, that is all they were. Something new for the Rift to gnaw on, cannon fodder for the madness.

Gargamel whuffled softly before turning away. Bright eyes seemed to glow in the heavy darkness as he removed himself from the echoes of Rift-borne misery. There was enough of this where he came from, he did not need to see it injected into the hearts of complete strangers. Perhaps a small part of him felt sorry for them, while the majority simply urged him on with his task. There were better, more important matters to attend to than the grievous weeping of foolish mortals.

x x GARGAMEL

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MAGIC;;

• defensive - blood freezes on contact with oxygen
  

ENCHANTED ITEMS;; n/a

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AMULETS;; n/a

COMPANIONS;; n/a

MUTATIONS;;

• black blood
  
• blood runs cold, causing core body temperature to run colder as well
  

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SPECIES CHANGE;; n/a

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NATIVE RIFTIAN