Caith Mor'Phann - Isharran Soulscryer [Body: 1 | Mind 3 | Soul 3]
Melee [1] | Accuracy [3] | Defense [1] | Armour [1] | Toughness [08/8] | Init [3] | Wounds [04/4] | Awareness [2] | Mettle [00/2]
Devotion [5d6 +1] | Determination [4d6] | Intimidation [3d6 +1] | Intuition [5d6 +1] | Survival [4d6] | Theology [4d6 +1] | Finger Claws, Dowerchime Staff, Ethersea Cloak | Miracles
Disquieting Presence | Blessed (The Ethersea)
Cath found a quiet part of the deck to loom as he watched the play of the soul-light around them, the ebb and flow of the crew. At least, until the captain's shout came. At the same time as the disgusting beast came into view, Caith was granted a vision of its twisted soul, a weak a fluttering thing twisting under the taint of chaos. Making sure to intone loudly this time, to remind the crew of what lurks beneath, he once again calls upon the ethersea to bring forth the horror of the abyss, and around the creature manifest great pale tentacles, filled with razor-sharp suckers that rip and tear at cultists and creature alike.