Undead Basalisk (Patreon)

Fortunately for my self, master Ulthar had trained me intensively after that fight. And on the day of his passing, he bequeathed to me his blessed witch hammer. While her powers had grown, so had my skills. She was slain at only minor cost to my self... or so I thought

in one last gambit, she had communed with the darkest of powers, granting her the ability to change form into a hideous creature... an undead basilisk. Far tougher in this form, the fight didn't go well for me, though victorious. The permanent loss of my left arm, left eye and a portion of my face, a testament to the trickery of the foe and the cost of a lapse in concentration. 

Never assume the victory... not till your quarry is burned to ash in holy fire.