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It was inevitable, and now they’ve arrived: the foul putrid ones. It’s little comfort to remember that, in life, they were ordinary people, and that each of us carries a putrid one within. It’s better to think of them as mindless shells animated by thaumaturgy that we must cut our way through.
First observation: They aren’t very smart. They simply chase us, and their attacks are mostly predictable.
However, “mostly” is the crucial word here. Be very cautious of their apparent clumsiness, as they can deliver lethal blows without warning.
The stench of the Putrid Ones makes it hard to concentrate, but I must record my observations:
They excel at ambushes. They can emerge from the ground and surround you in an instant.
Be especially cautious of those wielding axes. They have a dangerous tendency to make powerful leaps and split your head in two. I’m not exaggerating.
Thank the Forgers that I’m finally done with my notes on the Putrid Ones! Now I can cover my nose and stop writing!
The Putrid Ones have minimal flesh around their bones, making them light and highly vulnerable to heavy weapons. Additionally, if the weapon is both heavy and long, you can devastate several of them with a single blow.
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