Deilopsycha
A swift retreat, a swifter spear,
yet still they flee.
From the Styx, through cracks of the earth,
yet still they flee.
Beneath the warm sun, despite their festering flesh,
still they flee.
Nothing pursues, for this is punishment enough.
Yet still they flee.
What allows these cowardly souls to endure such trials?
Yet still they flee.
What allows these cowardly souls to endure such trials?
HD As in life✝
AC as armor.
Damage as weapon.
Deilopsycha are the spirits of deserters, cowards and traitors who died in their disgraceful act too afraid to accept their own demise. A curious affliction of this tortured spirit is that should they feel calm or peace their body will wither at an even swifter pace. Often they form together into bands or fall under the sway of greater spirits and even some enterprising mortals. All Deilopsycha are driven by a primal urge to reach the destination they thought of as they died their ignoble death. Most are little more than frenzied beasts, but some retain their reason.