If your horse is ever slain, you can use the bond you share as an apocalypto to restore it to life. It will fight for you with all of its might as you both ride off gallantly in the battlefield together. This horse is your faithful companion and steed. Starting at 1st level, you have a warhorse as your companion.
Hit Points at 1st Level: 8 + Constitution modifier Third, choose Animal Handling, Intimidation and Insight for your skills.Īs a Apocalypto you gain the following class features. Second, choose the Haunted One background.
First, Wisdom should be your highest ability score, followed by Constitution. You can make an apocalypto quickly by following these suggestions. When making an apocalypto, you must think to yourself, why am I here? Are there many civilizations that dot the world? Are they unjust to me and so in need of razing? Is your will divine, infernal, or perhaps more personal? Is the world in ruins after an age of war and destruction? What has caused you to follow such a resented path, one that symbolizes the very ruin of lives, a path that will possibly leave you stigmatized? Are you just in believing that a cleanse or purge is necessary, or are you merely a person out for blood? Is your steed your best friend, tool, or god given gift? To be unknown as an apocalypto is to have failed one's duty due to the particular nature of the job. This way, they build their reputations as just bringers of destruction. However, once the desolation has been had, the apocalypto may ride across the lands, defending villages and townships. Romanticization of the four original Apocalypto. Stare in awe as death sweeps the remainder, taking those weary and weakened from the devastation and laying them to their final rest. Scream and cower in fear from the raging war which tears nation by nation, husband from wife and father from son, spilling blood and gore indiscriminately on the battlefields. Wail as famine overtakes the fields with poor harvest and bodies wither in strength. Weep as pestilence renders the homes empty and deathbeds full. A single glimpse of their defining steeds is but a sure sign your kingdom and land shall soon be in ruins. At the forefront of these disintegrating foundations are the apocalypto, harbingers of destruction and desolation. The horseman steps through their town, demanding surrender in exchange for their lives.Īs empires spread across the world, old civilizations crumbled to dust as the pages of history were turned.
The elves shuddered in their beds, many nearing death as the pestilence glazed their eyes and halted their breath in painful slowness. The horseman merely scoffs at her weakness as she collapses from the same hunger that had overtaken her young one. A mother begs piteously, holding her limp child's body. The black horse and its rider walk with an almost arrogant air through the streets. His companions charge from behind with bloodlusted fury to rush at the wave of enemies, gnashing their teeth, ignorant of glory, fame and death.Īs the frail bodies of the kobolds reach out for food, it withers away before their eyes. Blood boils with the cry and the violence and urge to kill fills their eyes. With a mighty holler to the heavens, an orc on his steed cries out as his mount rears its head. He has but a pale visage under the dark hood and he relishes none of it, yet bows to his duty to enact death. Hell-bound souls filled the thundering skies as a hooded figure swept by, freeing the heads of goblins from their bodies as his allies feel necrotic forces rejuvenate them. Hooves stampeded in the muddied earth, pulling up the terrain in clods and blowing them away in a fell swoop.
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