In his raggy, stained clothes, this hay-filled monster is scary just to look at: He's got an old, crusty burlap bag for a face, with evil, dark eyes painted on. His cold glare will really give you shivers! His mouth is a hideous, black smeared frown. A grimy, floppy hat is pulled mysteriously low over his ugly head. Dry, yellow straw pokes out of his ripped and tattered body. He is in excellent condition. Wielding : a Pitchfork.
You chant, 'magius is iseio'.
You peer intently for magical auras..
Scarecrow appears to be surrounded by:
A definate aura of human and it's permanent.
Womple on little frog, womple on.
You call upon the gods to help you detect the alignment of Scarecrow.
You feel that Scarecrow is morally neutral.
Is neutral to raisa.
Is neutral to none.
Is a follower of none.
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Scarecrow says: Now where did my Ghoul-friend go.
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