Hot ghost

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Hot ghost
Monster ID 1407
Locations Dreadsylvanian Village
Hit Points 800
Attack 500
Defense 500
Initiative 25
Meat None
Phylum undead
Elements hot
Resistance 100%
Monster Parts head, arm, leg, torso
vengeful spirit, Dreadsylvanian Almanac page, Freddy Kruegerand
Manuel Entry
refreshedit data
hot ghost You're fighting Newt Kelly, who tripped and fell into his own forge

The cobblestones in front of you glow red-hot, then start to melt. You jump back from a rapidly-expanding pool of molten rock, wondering what in the Fernswarthy is going on here.

A spectre rises from the puddle, a ghost that glows orange, a ghost giving off more heat than a demon in a fur coat.

Hit Message(s):

He causes a nearby torch to shoot flame like a tiny flamethrower. You're going to miss those eyebrows. Ow! Oof! Ow! Ugh! (hot damage)

He makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, then singes it all off. Ow! Oof! Argh! Argh! (hot damage)

He flicks some red-hot chains (which he forged in life) at you, branding you with every link. Eek! Eek! Ouch! Oof! (hot damage)

He turns himself up to a blue flame, then welds a hitching post to your foot. Argh! Argh! Oof! Argh! (hot damage)

He moans a series of "boooooos," each one ending in a face - searing fireball. Oof! Ugh! Ugh! Ow! (hot damage)

He picks up some coals from a nearby coal bin and hucks them at you. Argh! Ow! Ow! Ow! (hot damage)

Critical Hit Message:

He swoops through you, giving you a blistering sunburn on the inside of your skin and searing the juices inside all of your internal organs. Eek! Argh! Ooh! Oof! (hot damage)

Miss Message(s):

He makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, which tickles more than it hurts.

He causes some torches to shoot pillars of flame, but you hide behind a pillar of salt.

He moans, "boooooo." You choose to believe he's saying, "Bruuuuuce."

He tries to weld a hitching post to your <skull>, but you speed away, no hitch in your get-along.

He tries to throw coals at you, but you change your name to "Newcastle."

He rattles his red-hot chains, but can't swing them hard enough to hit you.

Fumble Message:

He gets caught in a strong gale and his fire almost goes out. It seems to you he's lived his life like a ghost in the wind. (FUMBLE!)

After Combat

Dv spirit.gifYou acquire an item: vengeful spirit (.1% chance)*
Dv mark4.gifYou acquire an item: Mark of the Ghost (?% chance)*
Dv krueggerand.gifYou acquire an item: Freddy Kruegerand (?% chance)*
Dv recipe.gifYou acquire an item: Dreadsylvanian Almanac page (?% chance)*
You gain ??? <substat>.

Occurs at Dreadsylvanian Village.


HPYou lose Y hit points. (hot damage)
  • Starting combat with a Dreadsylvanian ghost drains stats, giving one of the messages:
    • The ghost gazes deep into your soul, somehow extracting your very life's essence through your eyes.
    • The ghost claws wildly at you, and you can't help but feel like you've forgotten something important.
    • The phantom menaces you, leaving you feeling weaker and oddly disappointed.
    • The specter's ghastly visage turns your bowels to ice and your brain to mush.
    • The ghost screams, and your mind blanks out for a second. W-where are you? What's going on?
    • The ghost shrieks wildly at you. You can practically feel your brain leaking out of your ears.
    • The ghost sticks ectoplasmic tendrils into your brain, draining some of your life experience.
    • The ghost slashes at you with spectral claws, neatly removing a few precious childhood memories
You lose X Muscleboundness.
You lose X Wizardliness.
You lose X Roguishness.
Dv spirit.gifYou acquire an effect: Touched by a Ghost
(duration: N Adventures)
  • Effect duration, N is the number of times a noncombat in in the village has modified monsters this run.
  • The name, image, and introduction text of this monster are all randomly selected:

You walk down a narrow alley between two boarded-up Dreadsylvanian shops. It's close, but it's not dark; there are torches blazing merrily in sconces on each wall.

It's also not cold, because two torches on opposite walls start blazing hotter, the fire burning higher and higher until they form an arc across the alley in front of you. A face of flame forms within the conflagration, moans eerily, and glides toward you.

A glowing red spectre materializes out of thin air in front of you, wailing and moaning. "Me mind on fiiiiire," it wails, "me SOUL on fiiiiireeee.... feeling hot! Hot! HOT!" You try to back away as your eyebrows begin to smoke, but it swoops down on you.