Rotting Ghoul

Ceaselessly discharged from the bowels of Hell and coiled to strike. Don’t relax and pooh-pooh them as a passing threat or you’ll be caught short, for their motions lay waste without relief and force thousands to evacuate. Flushing them out is a big job that takes guts, and only the bravest have ever wrecked ‘em. (Note to self: void this log before dumping it on the publisher. It’s crap.)

The stench of decomposition clings to every foul inch of these pestilential wretches. Once innocent villagers, they were twisted by the Priesthood of Putrefaction to serve as their foot soldiers. They’d cling on every word their Decayed Deacons say, if any of them had enough fingers left with which to cling.

Despite their combat prowess, they primarily serve the rather boring purpose of incinerating trash. This is because necromancers are absurdly extra and can’t even do garbage day like a sensible adult. Still, to not take these cremating craniums seriously is to burn with the rest of the rubbish.