The Acid-Drinkers
A name that has been stuck in my head for the last few days.
Those seeking escape from the world look to find the Acid-Drinkers.
They climb up mountains sharp and cragged, nestling in with the other aspirants. Made pale and gaunt from their cavernous homes, they take turns sipping a green liquid from a mummified head, passed around by a blind priest for all of the communion to imbibe.
This green liquid, made from the liquified brains of former members, burns the flesh like fire upon contact, leaving behind black burns where-ever it touches. The signature mark of the Acid-Drinkers is this kind of wound scarred upon the tongue.
The green ichor brings with it full-body pins and needles. The Acid-Drinkers, grown addicted, welcome it like the embrace of a forgotten friend. In glee the write and slump over, their minds finally getting an escape from meatspace.
AC as Leather
HD as a Man
AT with crude stone tools
Aligned as Neutral
Regular Speed