Origin and History

The history of Revenants seems to date back to the origin of the species itself. From the dawn of the Quigars, whispers have been spread of those who truly became the death that they embodied. They're horrible beasts with broken jaws and a hobbled-over gait. Their appear eyes hollow, until they open their maws to reveal where they finally rest...

No longer connected to nature, these wicked Quigars have become the death that other species fear. Society has made them a monster, and a monster they became. Revenants no longer protect the earth, they only mindlessly trample over it, spreading decay, disease, and death wherever they go. It is said that their touch can rot you to the bone, and the gaze of their eyes is enough to make you drop dead. Their breath suffocates, and their voice deafens.

They say you can hear the whispers of the lives they have taken from within their maws.

"Come join us. Come join us."

It sounds familiar-- is that your mother? No, your closest sibling... or a dear pet, whimpering in pain... you must not heed the call, but they sound so distraught. It's aching you to resist.

You have to go help them.

Treatment in society

"Grinning Death", some would call them. "Reapers", "Death itself". People dare not speak their name, fearing it would draw the beasts towards them.

"They know when you speak of them. They know you are afraid." 

Spoken of only in hushed whispers, with trembling voices, most dare not to speak of them. But some did. They heed the call of Death. They want to spread its gift.

Join them in the eternal slumber.

Appearance and anatomy

Revenants are hulking in the same way that their nature-loving counterparts are, but with much less fur and a whole lot more exposed bone. Besides their skull, their toes are larely bony protrustions tipped with menacing claws. Their chest is layered with exposed ribs, and their spines trails out from their neck down to their flesh-lacking tails. They leave shadowy liquid on the ground and black mist in the air wherever they go, the likely source of their power to spread rot.

The unique anatomy of this subtype is  their facial horror. This is required and cannot be substituted.

Revenants are required to have some form of facial/skull horror or damage. This is extremely varied, but does come with some requirements, as stated below.

• Half of the remaining face must remain intact.
  • The 50% can be divided and placed in various ways, but a good majority of the face must still be visible.
  • This is not a hard and fast rule, we don't expect people to expertly calculate face surface values to approximate the remaining face area.
  • Revenant's Absence can be used to skip this rule and cover 50%+ of the face.
• Unlike normal quigars, the top or upper jaws can be completely mangled or missing, with only the void of their essence visible beneath.
  • Only one of the jaws can be destroyed, unless using Revenant's Absence.
• Revenants will always possess hollow eye sockets, unlike regular quigars.
  • They can still possess eyes, but these eyes will remain within the void, and can appear anywhere in the void as desired.
  • 1-2 eyes are allowed by default, 3 with Awoken, 4+ with fragmented sight.
• Revenants may trail smoke from their mouths, or leak corrupting goo from their bodies.
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I'm the only survivor of an encounter with a Revenant. It was a long time ago now, but even recalling the events of that day still drives a chill down my spine. I will always live in fear that it'll come back and rip me in two, that it's forever lurking in the dark corners of my room. I have adopted a nomadic lifestyle for that reason. Staying in one place is what ultimately drove my companions to their end.

It was an afternoon like every other one that week, where the sun drooped down towards the hills. We had been working for hours in the forest, breaking our backs logging trees to build more houses for our village. It was about time to turn in, but for some reason they didn't stop working. We spent the next hour clearing a handful more trees before loading all of the logs onto the carts we had lugged along with us to be brought back. Hauling those would be a whole other pain. With the dust settled, we began our trek back, and I never once looked back to see what had been watching us the whole time, glowing white eyes just visible from beneath parted jaws.

We grew tired in the middle of pulling the carts, and decided that we would stop for the night. It would have probably been just half an hour more to get back to safety. Back outside of the domain of that thing. The campfire was struck from splinters and brush, and I sat myself nearby, snacking on half a sandwich I had brought from home. One of my coworkers decided they needed to go an use the restroom, and took off to a spot among the remaining trees for decency. He never came back. We heard the screams, and he beckoned us to help him. My next companion followed quickly, handaxe drawn high above his head. Again, the same. I shared a glance with the one remaining logger, who didn't get a word in edgewise before he was dragged away. I should have lept to help him, but instead I stood frozen in fear. The air was silent for a moment. The campfire crackled, and in that instant I got up and ran. I ran until my lungs burned and my legs felt like they might snap if I took another step.

Next thing I knew, I had woken up in the center of town, battered and bruised. I was alive. I would never spend a night in the woods again.