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			Skin kites are small, flying [[undead]] that feed off of the [[skin]] of their [[victim]]s, inflicting [[Charisma]] [[ability damage]]. A skit kite attacks by touching its victim and then merging with the victim's [[body]] as it begins stealing their skin. Once the skin kite has inflicted enough Charisma damage, it lets go of its prey and flies way to birth another skin kite.<ref>[[Libris Mortis]] p. 119-120</ref> {{Spec\|Given their dependence on eating skin, skin kites would seem to qualify as the [[Hungry Dead]] subset of the [[Walking Dead]]}}

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	The great spinning pin wheel of beautiful young women, breathtakingly dressed, and of richly endowed men, decadently clad, flew apart as shrieks shattered the ballroom’s decorum. No, not yet another case of thankless and spiteful [[Borcan]] servants [[poisoning]] the punch. A fetching beauty, well attired in our latest fashion, but of entirely suspect nobility, her nouveau riche family owning a scrap of land outside of [[Ilvin]], was making a perfect spectacle of herself, her arms flapping about hysterically, somehow reminiscent of a wounded duck. Granted, not without reason. For the most hideous hunk of skin you could ever imagine, which would have looked out of place even on a [[Vistani]] crone or a [[caliban]], hung between her neck and her bosom like half sheered wool. [[Ivana Boritsi\|Ivana]] would not have invited her to [[Misericordia]], let alone let her in, looking like that, so evidently something unspeakable had just befallen the poor thing. The devilishly handsome, if somewhat unimaginatively clothed, [[Peter Mournesworth]] of [[Mordent]], who is beginning to carve out for himself quite a reputation as an incorruptible force for truth and justice on both sides of the [[Musarde ~~Rivr~~\|Musarde]], stepped boldly forth, offered a brief, dignified apology to the strickened whelp for what he was about to do, then seized most shockingly and most violently that piece of ‘flesh’ and tore it free. As with one arm he caught the swooning, bloodied girl, who he passed foolishly into the ever lecherous hands of [[Ivan Dilisnya]], with the other he fought to hold and to fend off a thing that struggled with all the savagery of a landlocked [[sahuagin\|sea devil]], at last pinning it under his boot and cutting it to ribbons with his very [[longsword\|long sword]].		The great spinning pin wheel of beautiful young women, breathtakingly dressed, and of richly endowed men, decadently clad, flew apart as shrieks shattered the ballroom’s decorum. No, not yet another case of thankless and spiteful [[Borcan]] servants [[poisoning]] the punch. A fetching beauty, well attired in our latest fashion, but of entirely suspect nobility, her nouveau riche family owning a scrap of land outside of [[Ilvin]], was making a perfect spectacle of herself, her arms flapping about hysterically, somehow reminiscent of a wounded duck. Granted, not without reason. For the most hideous hunk of skin you could ever imagine, which would have looked out of place even on a [[Vistani]] crone or a [[caliban]], hung between her neck and her bosom like half sheered wool. [[Ivana Boritsi\|Ivana]] would not have invited her to [[Misericordia]], let alone let her in, looking like that, so evidently something unspeakable had just befallen the poor thing. The devilishly handsome, if somewhat unimaginatively clothed, [[Peter Mournesworth]] of [[Mordent]], who is beginning to carve out for himself quite a reputation as an incorruptible force for truth and justice on both sides of the [[Musarde River\|Musarde]], stepped boldly forth, offered a brief, dignified apology to the strickened whelp for what he was about to do, then seized most shockingly and most violently that piece of ‘flesh’ and tore it free. As with one arm he caught the swooning, bloodied girl, who he passed foolishly into the ever lecherous hands of [[Ivan Dilisnya]], with the other he fought to hold and to fend off a thing that struggled with all the savagery of a landlocked [[sahuagin\|sea devil]], at last pinning it under his boot and cutting it to ribbons with his very [[longsword\|long sword]].

	-Extract from the society pages of [[Port-a-Lucine]]<ref>Descriptive text from [[John W. Mangrum]]'s [[Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror]] project (contributed by [[USER:cure\|cure]]), from posts on the [[Cafe de Nuit\|Fraternity of Shadows message board]].</ref>		-Extract from the society pages of [[Port-a-Lucine]]<ref>Descriptive text from [[John W. Mangrum]]'s [[Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror]] project (contributed by [[USER:cure\|cure]]), from posts on the [[Cafe de Nuit\|Fraternity of Shadows message board]].</ref>

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The great spinning pin wheel of beautiful young women, breathtakingly dressed, and of richly endowed men, decadently clad, flew apart as shrieks shattered the ballroom’s decorum. No, not yet another case of thankless and spiteful [[Borcan]] servants [[poisoning]] the punch. A fetching beauty, well attired in our latest fashion, but of entirely suspect nobility, her nouveau riche family owning a scrap of land outside of [[Ilvin]], was making a perfect spectacle of herself, her arms flapping about hysterically, somehow reminiscent of a wounded duck. Granted, not without reason. For the most hideous hunk of skin you could ever imagine, which would have looked out of place even on a [[Vistani]] crone or a [[caliban]], hung between her neck and her bosom like half sheered wool. [[Ivana Boritsi|Ivana]] would not have invited her to [[Misericordia]], let alone let her in, looking like that, so evidently something unspeakable had just befallen the poor thing. The devilishly handsome, if somewhat unimaginatively clothed, [[Peter Mournesworth]] of [[Mordent]], who is beginning to carve out for himself quite a reputation as an incorruptible force for truth and justice on both sides of the [[Musarde Rivr|Musarde]], stepped boldly forth, offered a brief, dignified apology to the strickened whelp for what he was about to do, then seized most shockingly and most violently that piece of ‘flesh’ and tore it free. As with one arm he caught the swooning, bloodied girl, who he passed foolishly into the ever lecherous hands of [[Ivan Dilisnya]], with the other he fought to hold and to fend off a thing that struggled with all the savagery of a landlocked [[sahuagin|sea devil]], at last pinning it under his boot and cutting it to ribbons with his very [[longsword|long sword]].

-Extract from the society pages of [[Port-a-Lucine]]<ref>Descriptive text from [[John W. Mangrum]]'s [[Teeny Tiny Tales of Terror]] project (contributed by [[USER:cure|cure]]), from posts on the [[Cafe de Nuit|Fraternity of Shadows message board]].</ref>

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