Anam Neamhshaolta

It is one of the greater mercies of creation that a human soul is immutable, and cannot be destroyed. However, the many things a necromancer can do, despite this, are entirely horrifying.

Trapped within a shroud of vile enchantments, a spirit likens unto the wind in the sails of a ship. The contrivance that results from this prison is an unfailing servant, which can be bound to whatever task their master sees fit.

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Attacks (damage × count)

	lámh	rúnda	4 × 3	dlúthraon	(draenáil)
	caoineadh	fuar	3 × 3	fadraon

Friotaíochta

	lann	50%			polladh	50%
	turraing	50%			tine	10%
	fuar	70%			rúnda	-10%