--<strong>Gorvis Wendelin - Thinking himself mighty clever.</strong>--<br/><strong>-- HP:</strong><em>20/20</em><strong>AC:</strong><em>20</em><br/><hr/><br/>Gorvis' eyes flash, twin pools of golden light staring eerily out from under the grim of his hat.  He taps the side of his nose mockingly, continuing to smile at the terrified man.  "These are<em>old</em>woods, are they not?  Old woods hold a great many things, things even older and darker than the very trees that fill them.  Sometimes these things choose to wear the faces of unfortunate men who blunder into their path, and walk amongst mortals in secret."<br/><br/>"What am I?" he said, cackling under his breath and subtly making the proper gestures beneath his cloak.  "Why, I'm<em>you</em>!  Or I will be soon enough.  You're not much of a looker, but your face will do just fine.  Unless you can give me a reason not to<em>take it</em>."<br/><br/>The threat was punctuated by a sudden, horrible noise in the air.  It was as though a dozen butchers had taken up their grisly knives, half of them gutting some unfortunate soul with a sickening<em>squelch</em>, and the other half sharpening the blades with a metallic<em>hiss</em>.<br/><br/><strong>[Ghost Sound] DC 14</strong>