Ragged wind hag

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Ragged Wind Hag
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Relative Level 55-60
Skill Cap 700 to ?
Skinnable No
Has Coins Yes
Has Gems Yes
Has Boxes Unknown
Evil Unknown
Corporeal Yes
Construct Unknown
Backstabbable Unknown
Casts Spells Unknown
Attack Range Melee
Stealthy Unknown
Special Attacks Yes
Special Defenses Unknown
Located:
Manipulation
Manipulatable Unknown
Skill Required Unknown / Unknown
Teaching Cap Unknown


Description

Draped in priestly vestments, this ancient-looking Gor'Tog woman cuts a frail and emaciated figure. She has mismatched eyes peering out from under her cowl, one cyan and one ebon. On her belt is a glowing silver chain threaded with a multitude of crystal beads that clatter together at every movement.

In Depth

Rides a hideous horned black steed.

Equipment

It is wearing a flowing ice-white caftan hung with silvered serpentine bones, a torn grey woolen cowl.
It is carrying a black-marbled buckler, an adder-shaped sacrificial dagger.

Special Attacks

This is a special attack that can stun even on glancing strikes like this

A ragged wind hag suddenly twirls in place and vanishes into a vortex of cyan-black smoke! Almost immediately, you feel her rancid breath upon your nape, an adder-shaped sacrificial dagger pressing against your throat. The sacrificial dagger cuts your neck with a glancing strike before you can get away from her! [You're bruised, badly balanced with opponent overwhelming you.]

Dead

Draped in priestly vestments, this ancient-looking Elven woman lies dead, twiggy fingers clutching a grungy silver chain threaded with a multitude of crystal beads.