Your fingers nock the arrow, its shaft slick with greenish-black slime that drips viscous trails onto your glove. As you loose it, the fletching hisses like corroding metal, hurtling toward flesh where it burrows deep, flesh bubbling into foul pus and bone crumbling to dust under a creeping mold. The air fills with the stench of decay, the target's skin sloughing off in wet sheets.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Ammo | Arrow of Rot |