Homebrew Dullahan Species Details

Before the Horseman comes, the night grows black and still. Clouds obscure the moon, leaving only a thin blue halo to outline its shape behind them. Mist covers the land. Then, a faint rumbling arises from the road behind.

The rumble turns to thunder, as if an entire cavalry unit is approaching at a frantic pace. Yet it is the sound of only one rider. Appearing, then disappearing, as it surges and pulses through the mist, comes a single steed. It is a great black horse with eyes that are wild and white. The large ebony nostrils are flared. The teeth are bared in a grin, the lips pulled back by the sawing and jerking of the reins. The rider is a large man, dressed in silver and black. His dark, high-collared cloak floats behind him. His ebony-colored boots are gleaming; his spurs and stirrups are made of, shining silver. The left arm holds the reins, drawn high and taut. His right arm, raised overhead, carries a huge, shining sickle. The rider has no head.

Nothing can diminish the Horseman's speed. As quickly as he came, he is gone, disappearing into the gloom. In his wake, if his steel found its mark, lies a twitching corpse with its head beside it. For a while, hardly a sound can be heard. The night muffles all but the rapid breathing and steady heartbeats of those the Horseman has left alive.

When and how the Horseman's domain appears remains something of a mystery. He can strike anywhere, but most often on a lonely stretch, assaulting a small group or perhaps just a single, hapless victim. One person alone is unlikely to survive this terror, but a few, traveling in the safety of a group, have survived to tell the tale.

Dullahan Traits

Summon a mount