The Ulthydra reaver captain Pseochruhadro Miorg (Level 4 Fighter, HP 18, Att 2, Dmg 1d6/1d8) - Implants: Furnace Bellow Lungs (Can breathe in vacuum), Supermassive left hand (crush attack), Pliable face mask (can change appearance)
is reacting badly to his latest acquisition: an extending skeleton arm (melee attack as ranged)
You know Pseochruahdro a little bit - a stabby guy. Not super smart.
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| Mark Texiera |
It seems something about the new implant is shifting him in and out of dimensional space. Sometimes he's the same old sneaky Pseochruhadro. Sometimes he's more high fantasy type, flowing hair, commanding voice. Sometimes he's really degenerated - full of useless implants and a ten-yard stare. He staggers too and fro, each self with a different center of gravity and seasick.
His men are agitated at all this, and happily wheel on someone to fight, but their heart isn't really in it either (4 of them: AC 7, HD 2, At 1, Dmg 1d8, ML 6 (normally 9), special: pikes - they pick 1 person and all attack them - 2nd one that hits immobilizes afflicted character). Normally Pseochruhadro would at this point waltz in and finish said subject off, but he has problems of his own.
The Pulga and Doc (to do the implants on the spot like any good bravo would want) are sick themselves, caught in the blast from it going bad. If questioned, they can point out the NODE (6) they got it from.
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