I love when one of my older submissions gets dredged up to to the recent comments section. Why Evil? Quite simple actually, and in a single word, Method. The bone stitched is evil because it is a quick and dirty fix. You want massive muscles, you summon it, get chewed up and slapped back together with big bulgy muscles like you wanted.
The 'good' method would be to train, excercise, eat a high protein diet. In short, you earn it, you dont get it for nothing other than a few scars. Go to Comment
Wow...this is something else....I like it alot, and it will be very helpful in my undead campaign. Great description and good plot hooks, but something more about where it comes from would be nice, the "sommoned from the pit of hell" is ok, but could be much better. Like made by such-and-so a necromacer to aid in the creation of an army, or given to such-and-so a person who wished for strength from a genie or somesuch thing Go to Comment
Wow. Scared the living bejeezus out of me. It'd be great if you could have one to carry around on your back, which can minorly shape a creature in a few minutes. Useful if there's going to be a battle or difficult mission with no time to prepare. Go to Comment
Now this is an awesome sub. I like the idea of these, and perhaps there are many in the Hells, though it really does not matter how many of them there are. They are the infernal medics.
And Wulf's comments on these along with curative spells provides an avenue for 'evil' clerics to have healing spells - instead of 'poof, you're healed' you summon one or more of these bad boys and they stitch up the damage. Since they are not enhancing, merely repairing, the impact may be reduced, but they would always scar badly when healed in this manner.
I imagine that the spell to summon it is suitably vague: In a few moments it was done. I had completed the incantation, the ritual to summon 'Ye Chiurgeon fromme Beyonde ye Veil'. Now if the description was right, the powerful entity would cure the deadly, gangrenous wounds and fever that had my fearless comrades on their deathbeds. Slowly, a foul-smelling mist filled the room, causing my allies agonized, labored breathing to echo strangely. A voice rang out hollowly, a voice as painful to hear as nails dragged across a field of broken glass. “Whattt woulddd yewww have of meeee?” it questioned. “Yourrr fellowsss arrrre dyingggg. Woulddd youuu havvve meeee improvvvvve themmmm?”
Much more effective than a simple “Cure Critical Wounds” spell… Go to Comment