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D6
This killing spirit appears
1
like a wolf seen through the eyes of a child it’s about to eat, mostly dripping, toothy maw.
2
as a silvery owl whose eyes shine like full moons.
3
as a great cat scabbed snout to tail with others’ gore.
4
as an ursine shadow that roars like thunder.
5
as an eagle with the neck and fangs of a serpent.
6
clothed in a human skin.
D6
It leaves its victims
1
with their guts torn out through their throat. Its limbs are long, its claws are hooked.
2
crushed, with the shards of their broken bones picked
out of the mess. It likes to kill by pouncing then increasing its mass
atop its prey.
3
pierced in a dozen places. A crown of antlers towers from its brow, which it enjoys using for brutal impalement.
4
hamstrung, flensed below the knees. Its body is lanky yet lithe, and it can outrun any mortal beast.
5
cooked to perfection. It has grown fond of fire, and uses it as masterfully as any person.
6
impaled on the highest branch it can find. It’s tall, and can become even taller.
D6
It is
1
forbidden from killing anyone not explicitly named by the shaman who called them. It can still maim, just not kill.
2
required by primordial taboo to announce its hunt to those it intends to kill.
3
More interested in testing itself against worthy opponents than it is in slaughter.
4
obsessed with collecting more impressive trophies than
the ones already in its hoard, potentially to the detriment of its
mission.
5
barred from entering a home with a lit hearth, but not from trying to extinguish the hearth from outside.
6
unable to touch anyone who has not killed before. It can still harm them, it just can’t touch them to do it.
D6
It’s called from
1
the south-stretched fingers of Hyperborean ice.
2
the dappled hearts of woods where no human has trespassed and lived.
3
a cave painted by inhuman hands.
4
mountains crowned by lightning storms.
5
bogs where sacrificed bodies pickle into mummies.
6
the darkest part of a lightless night.
D6
The shamans who call on this killing spirit
1
have traded their faces for masks and their tongues for knives.
2
eat only others’ filth.
3
hold their hearts in ever-beating drums.
4
are married to freezing winds.
5
weep tears of bloody black bile for every slight they have yet to revenge.
6
sleep like bears and wander the world in their dreams.
D6
This killing spirit can be turned on the shaman who called it
1
by the demand of their child. One must always exist.
2
by offering it a better price.
3
by starving somewhere it cannot claim you.
4
by confronting it with the name it held when it was mortal.
5
by disguising yourself as the shaman, and the shaman as yourself.
6
by making a convincing appeal to their superior. Their superior is likely an even killing-er spirit.
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