“We came in peace, as representatives of the United Ghoul Nations, looking to trade. I’ve got rights, like any Child of Atam! You can’t hold me or my people here! So no, bigshot elf guy, I’m not gonna tell you where we’re from, and I’m not gonna put our home address down on any starcharts for you, but hear me out:You wanna know about where I came from? Well, our planet had a little… series of incidents… not too long back. So let me tell you its not all ice cream trucks and blueberry bushes there anymore. It sucks. Not much water, not much food, so not many happy livingtype folks anymore- and the ones that are left tear up the wasteland like it owes them money. No good to treat a planet like that after you already choked it to death, but hey, that’s just my two cents. I told you straight, we’re just seeing what’s out there, cause its gotta be betta than endless gamma. Then we bumped into you very fine people.Its not our fault we look like this.You think I wanna wear a face like a tire tread?War made us. I’m not going to tell you where to find my people so you can bring another war to unmake us. Get stuffed, pretty boy. Not one of us is gonna tell you pointy ears jack.”– Recorded testimony of Captain Rey Muertos, of the UGN Exploratory Vessel Fossil II, a sentient 120ft kindori-bone yacht skinned-over with rubber and crewed by 30 self-proclaimed “True Ghouls” from unknown wildspace system.Undead subjects terminated with prejudice after interview, and the sentient undead vessel scuttled by Armada.Signed, Admiral Taernleaf, Elven Imperial Fleet (1444DR).
Meet the True Ghouls, an engimatic post-human race clawing their way back from self-induced Apocalypse with:
– A PC racial option with 3 subcultures: the mainstream LN Children of Atam, the fanatical NE Purifiers, and eccentric NG druidic sect the Naturalists.
– Lore, standard encounters and crew compositions for each of the True Ghoul subcultures.
(A True Ghoul PC’s Recommended Class Level Adjustment is +1)