Villager: Abercrombie Blightcaller
Fenrir
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Villager Info
ID: #263226
Name: Abercrombie Blightcaller
Gender: Undead
Location: Dragonsmaw Manor
Born 8 years, 1 month ago
Career: None
Owner: Talonclaw
Feast Points: 0 (3 All-Time)
Species: Rabbit
Color: Undead
Buffs:House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (174/174)
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None
Abercrombie Blightcaller is infected with
Zombipathy. Eating brains relieves symptoms for a time, but comes with memories of the brain's former life. Your doctor recommends adding hot sauce for extra flavor, but a Golden Apple a day will send the Zombipathy away.
About
On rare occasions Frostwing's spells for mending Spirits and soothing lost Souls can go awry. Upon returning to his mangled body, Abercrombie swore revenge on his killers, despite Frostwing's attempts to calm him.
Calling himself the Blightcaller, Abercrombie seeks his revenge by infecting whatever he can find with Undeath, although Frostwing seems to be immune.
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"We're almost there! Come on, hurry up!"
Abercrombie panted, slightly out of breath, as he followed his best friend, a Blue Roan horse, up the slope. Looking back, he saw his other best friend, an Arctic Velociraptor, following close behind. The three had been climbing these rocky crags for hours, and the rabbit was getting tired. Just then, the horse stopped.
"What is San?"
"We're here, Crombie! Hey Frosty, you coming?"
Turning, Abercrombie watched the older Saurian crest the hill, sitting down on a nearby rock.
"Th-this isn't a good idea... really, this wh-whole place is h-haunted..."
"Aw, come on, Frosty, stop being a spoil-sport! Now let's go have some fun! I found this place last week, and I wanted you guys to come exploring with me!"
"Yeah, Frosty, San has a point. Let's go, how bad could it be?"
Abercrombie smiled as his two friends began to descend, heading toward what looked to be an odd cave. Following, he tried to ignore the feeling that something was off about this place, and that Frostwing might be right. That's silly, the rabbit thought to himself, Sanctus would never lead us astray...
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"You... YOU! This is YOUR FAULT!"
"...Wh-what? ...no..."
Frostwing staggered back in alarm. Returning spirits to their bodies was his job, certainly, and he'd seen his fair share of mishaps across the centuries, but this... this was a first.
"I trusted you! You and your brother! You brought this CURSE upon me!"
Abercrombie snarled, lunging at Frostwing. Sanctus... It had been centuries since that terrible day... Frostwing hoped against hope that this was just a nightmare, and that his childhood friend hadn't just risen from the dead and was now trying to kill him.
Dodging a blow, the Spirit Speaker reached for his charms and talismans... One of them must work, he thought as he cast a soothe spell. All it seemed to do was drive the rabbit into a frenzy. Panicking now, Frostwing ran full tilt out of the tomb, half sprinting half flying in the direction of home.
"Saaaaaaaaanctuuuuus!"
Disturbed from his nightly prank-war with Nightshadow, Sanctus looked in the direction of the cry, right before Frostwing burst in to the room. Nightshadow, annoyed, woke up and oozed away, leaving the Spirit Speaker alone in the room with the resident ghost.
"Do you still remember Abercrombie?" Frostwing blurted out as fast as he dared.
"...Crombie? The bunny?"
"Yes, that's the one... remember the incident at the tomb?"
"...Uh oh..."
"...Can you talk our way out of this? He's on the warpath..."
Before Sanctus could reply, a loud thumping was heard downstairs, with a high-pitched shriek quickly following. Rushing downstairs, both Frostwing and Sanctus froze with horror as Abercrombie lunged toward Greyfeather. The unarmed Raptor stood little chance against the undead rabbit, and would have been badly wounded, if Frostwing hadn't shoved her aside.
"Frostwing! Are you alright? What happened? And why is there an undead beast on the kitchen!?" Greyfeather screeched, loud enough to rouse the whole Manor house from their collective slumber.
Frostwing, who was most decidedly not alright, struggled to get up. Sanctus rushed to help him, not caring for the moment that he needed to make himself tangible to everyone in order to do so. In a last ditch effort, Frostwing weaved a binding spell over the rabbit, who Greyfeather had managed to restrain. Now, confused and weakened, Abercrombie finally stopped struggling.
"Frostwing... explain. NOW!"
"I'll explain..." Sanctus interjected, "Firstly, this is my house, I lived here first. Secondly, leave my brother out of this, it's not his fault... he was just doing his job, and sometimes things go wrong. And lastly..."
"Your fault..."
"...Yes, Crombie, I know it's my fault, but don't you DARE hurt Frostwing for MY mistake! I know the Curse is my doing, and trust me, you're not the only one to suffer for it!"
Glaring, Sanctus helped Frostwing get to his feet, then turned back to Greyfeather.
"Lastly, find Fivel, he needs medical attention immediately, and I'm not talking about the walking corpse over there."
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"So, we have an undead rabbit in the basement now... And there's been a ghost haunting this house the whole time and you NEVER told us? Any other secrets you've been keeping from us?"
"...I'll let y-you know if a-any crop up."
----
Note: Abercrombie is never referred to as a Zombie due to the fact that real world zombies exist and are nothing like pop culture zombies.
Calling himself the Blightcaller, Abercrombie seeks his revenge by infecting whatever he can find with Undeath, although Frostwing seems to be immune.
----
"We're almost there! Come on, hurry up!"
Abercrombie panted, slightly out of breath, as he followed his best friend, a Blue Roan horse, up the slope. Looking back, he saw his other best friend, an Arctic Velociraptor, following close behind. The three had been climbing these rocky crags for hours, and the rabbit was getting tired. Just then, the horse stopped.
"What is San?"
"We're here, Crombie! Hey Frosty, you coming?"
Turning, Abercrombie watched the older Saurian crest the hill, sitting down on a nearby rock.
"Th-this isn't a good idea... really, this wh-whole place is h-haunted..."
"Aw, come on, Frosty, stop being a spoil-sport! Now let's go have some fun! I found this place last week, and I wanted you guys to come exploring with me!"
"Yeah, Frosty, San has a point. Let's go, how bad could it be?"
Abercrombie smiled as his two friends began to descend, heading toward what looked to be an odd cave. Following, he tried to ignore the feeling that something was off about this place, and that Frostwing might be right. That's silly, the rabbit thought to himself, Sanctus would never lead us astray...
----
"You... YOU! This is YOUR FAULT!"
"...Wh-what? ...no..."
Frostwing staggered back in alarm. Returning spirits to their bodies was his job, certainly, and he'd seen his fair share of mishaps across the centuries, but this... this was a first.
"I trusted you! You and your brother! You brought this CURSE upon me!"
Abercrombie snarled, lunging at Frostwing. Sanctus... It had been centuries since that terrible day... Frostwing hoped against hope that this was just a nightmare, and that his childhood friend hadn't just risen from the dead and was now trying to kill him.
Dodging a blow, the Spirit Speaker reached for his charms and talismans... One of them must work, he thought as he cast a soothe spell. All it seemed to do was drive the rabbit into a frenzy. Panicking now, Frostwing ran full tilt out of the tomb, half sprinting half flying in the direction of home.
"Saaaaaaaaanctuuuuus!"
Disturbed from his nightly prank-war with Nightshadow, Sanctus looked in the direction of the cry, right before Frostwing burst in to the room. Nightshadow, annoyed, woke up and oozed away, leaving the Spirit Speaker alone in the room with the resident ghost.
"Do you still remember Abercrombie?" Frostwing blurted out as fast as he dared.
"...Crombie? The bunny?"
"Yes, that's the one... remember the incident at the tomb?"
"...Uh oh..."
"...Can you talk our way out of this? He's on the warpath..."
Before Sanctus could reply, a loud thumping was heard downstairs, with a high-pitched shriek quickly following. Rushing downstairs, both Frostwing and Sanctus froze with horror as Abercrombie lunged toward Greyfeather. The unarmed Raptor stood little chance against the undead rabbit, and would have been badly wounded, if Frostwing hadn't shoved her aside.
"Frostwing! Are you alright? What happened? And why is there an undead beast on the kitchen!?" Greyfeather screeched, loud enough to rouse the whole Manor house from their collective slumber.
Frostwing, who was most decidedly not alright, struggled to get up. Sanctus rushed to help him, not caring for the moment that he needed to make himself tangible to everyone in order to do so. In a last ditch effort, Frostwing weaved a binding spell over the rabbit, who Greyfeather had managed to restrain. Now, confused and weakened, Abercrombie finally stopped struggling.
"Frostwing... explain. NOW!"
"I'll explain..." Sanctus interjected, "Firstly, this is my house, I lived here first. Secondly, leave my brother out of this, it's not his fault... he was just doing his job, and sometimes things go wrong. And lastly..."
"Your fault..."
"...Yes, Crombie, I know it's my fault, but don't you DARE hurt Frostwing for MY mistake! I know the Curse is my doing, and trust me, you're not the only one to suffer for it!"
Glaring, Sanctus helped Frostwing get to his feet, then turned back to Greyfeather.
"Lastly, find Fivel, he needs medical attention immediately, and I'm not talking about the walking corpse over there."
----
"So, we have an undead rabbit in the basement now... And there's been a ghost haunting this house the whole time and you NEVER told us? Any other secrets you've been keeping from us?"
"...I'll let y-you know if a-any crop up."
----
Note: Abercrombie is never referred to as a Zombie due to the fact that real world zombies exist and are nothing like pop culture zombies.
