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| + | *'''Quote: My dear, sweet child--it's what I live for: to help unfortunate merfolk like yourself. | ||
| + | Poor souls with no one else to turn to. . . | ||
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| + | I admit that in the past I've been a nasty | ||
| + | They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch | ||
| + | But you'll find that nowadays | ||
| + | I've mended all my ways | ||
| + | Repented, seen the light, and made a switch | ||
| + | True? Yes. | ||
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| + | And I fortunately know a little magic | ||
| + | It's a talent that I always have possessed | ||
| + | And here lately, please don't laugh | ||
| + | I use it on behalf | ||
| + | Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed | ||
| + | (Pathetic!) | ||
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| + | Poor unfortunate souls | ||
| + | In pain, in need | ||
| + | This one longing to be thinner | ||
| + | That one wants to get the girl | ||
| + | And do I help them? | ||
| + | Yes, indeed! | ||
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| + | Those poor unfortunate souls | ||
| + | So sad, so true | ||
| + | They come flocking to my cauldron | ||
| + | Crying, "Spells, Ursula, please!" | ||
| + | And I help them | ||
| + | Yes I do! | ||
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| + | Now, it's happened once or twice | ||
| + | Someone couldn't pay the price | ||
| + | And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals | ||
| + | Yes, I've had the odd complaint | ||
| + | But on the whole I've been a saint | ||
| + | To those poor unfortunate souls!''' | ||
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Rakshasa are beings of the Outer Dark. Their goals are usually to feed on mortals, gaining power until they can first bring a mate, then to reproduce. Only the truly foolish allow them to achieve either of these goals. | Rakshasa are beings of the Outer Dark. Their goals are usually to feed on mortals, gaining power until they can first bring a mate, then to reproduce. Only the truly foolish allow them to achieve either of these goals. | ||
Revision as of 00:00, 6 June 2024
- The Matter of the Indian Necklace OH GOD!! Lore: Rakshasa OH GOD!! The Quest for the Cintamani Stone OH GOD!! Uruk Rhaksha
- Quote: My dear, sweet child--it's what I live for: to help unfortunate merfolk like yourself.
Poor souls with no one else to turn to. . .
I admit that in the past I've been a nasty They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch But you'll find that nowadays I've mended all my ways Repented, seen the light, and made a switch True? Yes.
And I fortunately know a little magic It's a talent that I always have possessed And here lately, please don't laugh I use it on behalf Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed (Pathetic!)
Poor unfortunate souls In pain, in need This one longing to be thinner That one wants to get the girl And do I help them? Yes, indeed!
Those poor unfortunate souls So sad, so true They come flocking to my cauldron Crying, "Spells, Ursula, please!" And I help them Yes I do!
Now, it's happened once or twice Someone couldn't pay the price And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals Yes, I've had the odd complaint But on the whole I've been a saint To those poor unfortunate souls!
Rakshasa are beings of the Outer Dark. Their goals are usually to feed on mortals, gaining power until they can first bring a mate, then to reproduce. Only the truly foolish allow them to achieve either of these goals.
Rakshasa can change shapes, even changing into the exact copy of anyone they have consumed. Rakshasa have a limited use of the Lore of the Hosts as beings of the Outer Dark. Rakshasa can eat and drink mortal food, though they only get sustenance from eating those they have killed.
When first brought to the mortal plane, their first true form is that of a man tiger. As they gain in power their forms continue to increase in strangeness, evolving multiple arms and weird shaped heads. The tale of Shiva killing a Rakshasa described it as a being with 6 arms, 8 eyes, and a weird octagonal head, all over the striped tiger legs.
