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Eorich

Eorich woke. It was night again. The moon was just rising and almost full, visible through

the wide entryway to the den of fallen trees that he had slept in during the day. He

shuddered, and tried to shrink further back into the wooden shelter. The full moons were

always the worst. It called to him, the pale silver light stirring something in his breast,

sparking a tension and an urgent need to act. The full moon always meant bloodshed.

Eorich just wanted to sleep, but he was hungry. He tried to remember the last time he had

eaten, but couldn't, and this made him glad. The hunger always brought with it the memories

of blood, of some small thing bursting in his jaws or under his rending talons. He whimpered.

Sometimes the small things were people. Back in his old life, before his 'blessing', he would

have given anything for the power to break free. It occured to him then, as it occured so

often to him, that he had.

Hunger pains wracked him, and an animal growl escaped his lips. Eorich could feel his flesh

shifting restlessly, impatient to respond to the moon and the hunger and the promise of

violence. Was it meant to be like this? When the woman had come down from the sky and turned

him from runaway slave into mighty beast-god, had she meant to reduce him to this crumpled

wreck? The hunters had been there so quickly, it was all he could do to escape. He had slain

them, one by one, over the next few days, learning about his magic. He had felt so powerful

then. Unstoppable.

But more came, and pursued him, and these were wary and powerful. He fled. He fled farther

and faster than they could run, not stopping for food or water or sleep in the long run that

he had made so many times since then. He had seen fantastic creatures, strange and wonderful

flora, and more trees and snow than he had ever wanted to. The goddess hadn't spoken to him

again, just left him to slowly and steadily lose control as his body began to warp around

him. Thoughts of the run made his legs begin to change, adopting the sleek form of a hunting

cat's. Thoughts of the fighting threatened to tear away control of his entire body - Eorich

could feel the muscles in his arms swelling and the bones shifting. Vestigial claws eased

their way painlessly through his fingertips, lightly dimpling his skin where he hugged

himself as he desperately tried to will himself calm.

"Was it meant to be like this?!" he shouted at the moon, feeling his lips pull back along a

slightly lengthening muzzle as he let the anger take a little control. "What did I ever do to

you?!"

The moon didn't reply. It just crept its way into the sky, tugging insistently at him.

Come out to play, it said. Be the predator. Fight, eat and mate. And Eorich

knew that somewhere in the secret places of his heart that he enjoyed the simple, violent

life that the curse had given him. Give in, the moon seemed to say. It's so much

less painful if you just let it happen...

Eorich screamed in frustration, refusing to give in to the bestial lures. His body shuddered

with repressed emotion, flowing like melting snow. He had survived slavery. He had survived

the hunt and the flight through the forest. He would survive the curse. He just had no idea

how.

Hans glanced up as the distinctive noise, somewhere between a howl and a scream, cut through

the forest, then looked at his companions.

"Sounds like our god's on the move again," he said, climbing to his feet and stretching.

"Let's see what he brings us today."

Underneath a thick layer of dirt, Eorich has the pale skin of a northerner and the natural

colour of his long, matted hair is medium brown. He is wiry and athletic, his muscles

smoothed over by a layer of insulating fat, and wears the tattered remnants of clothes he

takes from his victims.

When he transforms into his war form, Eorich's chimerical nature becomes obvious. At various

points over the years his totem has been wolf, goat and puma, and his Deadly Beastman shape

combines aspects of all three. The majority is feline in appearance, speckled white and

brown, but his tail combines the flexibility of a cat's with the appearance of a wolf's. His

feet are canine paws instead of feline. His head is mostly goat-like, with a mane of white

hair caked with dirt. Two straight horns project from the top of his head. His eyes have

square goat pupils, but his muzzle is elongated and wolflike, with rows of vicious teeth more

suitable for flesh tearing than grazing.

Eorich's Tell is unusual: his saliva and blood seethe with raw chaos, and where they fall

things change. He can often be tracked by a trail of oddities left by his bodily

fluids, and can be identified by the warping of his clothes where he has sweated on them. He

seems immune to his own venom, but its deleterious effect on others has been proven.

Caste: Casteless
Concept: Tortured Monster
Nature: Survivor
XP: 180

Attributes
Strength 4
Dexterity 3
Stamina 5
Charisma 3
Manipulation 2
Appearance 2
Perception 4
Intelligence 2
Wits 3

DBT Attributes
Strength 7
Dexterity 5
Stamina 8

Gifts: Terrible Beast Claws, Resilience of Nature, Poison Bite

Virtues
Compassion 2
Conviction 2
Temperance 2
Valour 3

Abilities<B>
Athletics 3
Awareness 3
Brawl 5
Dodge 2
Endurance 4
Performance 2
Resistance 3
Stealth 2
Survival 5

Aspect or Favoured ability.

<B>Backgrounds
Heart's Blood: Animals 2 (Puma, Moose, Goat, Horse, Wolf)
Heart's Blood: Humans 3 (Four random people - he's never learned Prey's Skin Disguise)
Followers 2 (Some shiftless bandits who follow their mad god around to loot whatever he

leaves behind.)

Charms

Shapeshifting

• Finding The Spirit's Shape (Puma)
• Deadly Beastman Transformation x 2
• Shaping The Ideal Form

Body Enhancement

• Predator Grace Method
• Panther Stride Stance
• Ox-Body Technique x 2

Unarmed Combat

• Body Weapon Technique
• Angry Rhino Charge

Defensive

• Steel Paw Style
• Golden Tiger Block
• Hide-Toughening Essence
• Armour-Forming Technique

Survival

• Beast Instinct Method
• Food-Scenting Method
• Water-Providing Technique
• Wolf Endurance Method

Combat Stats

Base Initiative: 6
Attacks:
  Punch: Spd 6, Atk 8, Dmg 4B, Def 8
  Kick: Spd 3, Atk 7, Dmg 6B, Def 7
Dodge Pool: 5
Soak: 5B/2L/0A

Base DBT Initiative: 8
DBT Attacks:
  Punch: Spd 8, Atk 10, Dmg 7B, Def 10
  Kick: Spd 5, Atk 9, Dmg 9B, Def 9
  Claw: Spd 11, Atk 11, Dmg 10L, Def 11
  Bite: Spd 8, Atk 12, Dmg 12L + poison, Def 10
DBT Dodge Pool: 7
DBT Soak: 10B/10L/0A

Anyone subject to a successful bite from Eorich (whether or not it does damage) must

make a diff 8 Stamina + Endurance roll or suffer 3 dice of lethal damage, soakable only with

Stamina.

Willpower: 8
Health Levels: -0/-1/-1/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-2/-4/Incap
Essence: 2
Personal Essence: 18
Peripheral Essence: 36

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