Executioner

I don't know.

As far as we're concerned, Mr. Executioner, we give you the authority to also be judge and jury.

How is running them over going to make them feel pain, Ace? What was that, brother? I said running them over.

How is that going to make them feel any pain? It's hard not to do a southern accent after hearing you guys talk.

I was waiting for the void squid translator.

Boomhauer, what was that?

The Void Squid asked if the Executioner thinks we might be fighting for the wrong side in this conflict.

It's possible, but I don't really have a sword in this fight, so we are getting paid by the demons, and we do need money.

blood wasn't the only useful part of the condemned human fat was another valuable commodity it could be rendered down and used in ointments to treat everything from wounds and scarring to gout joint pain and toothache some fight club right there in medical texts it could appear under names such as axungia hormonus quite literally human fat so who do you go to for a chunk of human blubber Well, you go to the man wielding the axe, of course.

Executioners occupied a strange position in European society.

They could be socially shunned because of their work, but their profession also gave them something most people didn't have – regular access to dead bodies.

And their profession could be surprisingly varied.

Armsunderfett, roughly meaning the fat of poor sinners.

And apparently, business could be pretty good.

Executioners could sell human fat to apothecaries and physicians, while also preparing their own remedies.

As late as 1747, one executioner petitioned to continue carrying out dissections because they provided him with the human fat he used in his medical practice.

All right.

And then Tarhan will X and Surge and make two attacks on the Executioner with his Morningstar.

Do it, do

it.

That is going to be four points of piercing, one point of poison.

I don't know much, but I know what acid is.

Next in the turn order, our Iron Skull Executioner.

A massive, hulking form, almost looks Goliath in size, with rusted multiple pieces of different armor suits over its shoulder and chest.

But, unlike the Disney movie, Pocahontas did not marry Smith, but another man named Rolf.

Smith came back to England, met Pocahontas again, no record of how Rolf felt about that, and is buried in St. Sepulchre's South Isle, not far from the Executioner's Bell.

and built into the railing just outside the church is London's oldest public drinking fountain.

It was funded by a Member of Parliament named Samuel Gurney, who went on to found the Metropolitan Drinking Fountain and Cattle Trough Association.