And though we hide within the very depths of this plane, fearful for the revenge of both our enemies, their spawn, and our own kind, brooding and waiting, we have seeded the depths with children of our own, and it is they who will prepare the way for us. —Hymn of Sanguine Harmony, keketar protean […]
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Sir Dryw knew something was wrong when the duergar team halted midway through their charge. The leader held up a mailed hand and snarled something in their strange tongue. Sir Dryw shook his sword and shield. The wizard behind him started to say something but fell silent when the duergar turned tail and ran. “Do
Steggar stayed behind while his fellow hunters returned to the village. Despite their warnings about the dangers in the swamp, Steggar knew he must return successfully from the hunt or face dishonor from the elders. As he thought about how he’d rather die than return empty-handed, he suddenly found himself knocked off his feet, face
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Smoldering Host of the Risen “This is not what we had planned to create,” sighed the Archdaemon of Wasting. “This is not what I wanted.” “Can you call it a failure?” Her consort and servitor asked in return with a wry expression of pride. “Yes Trelmarixian, I do.” The reply dripped with a curious mixture
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Instead of leaves, the gnarled black tree grew sharp, metallic slivers, ringing out like a thousand tiny bells in a constant trickle of wind. Stronger gusts often cause a razor or two to disconnect, falling lazily and slicing blades of grass in its descent. The accumulation of dismembered birds that lay by the tree in
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The shopkeeper looked at the leopard-spotted dog sitting outside his shop, and he found himself oddly compelled to leave his shop so he could pet the sad-looking animal. The dog sat there while he consoled it and asked it where its owner was. Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded to his left, and the dog trotted
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Insular to the point of xenophobia, the peacock spawn interact only sparingly with outsiders, trading for weapons or magical items, but always with disdain as if they believed themselves superior to other beings even in the face of their own often desperate tribulations within the Abyss. Habitat & Society Continually wandering, with no set layer
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Tim Connors and the patrons have already brainstormed more than 50 forest monsters for Tales of the Old Margreve, and they are winnowing the list to the best dozen or so for use in the adventures. Just as a sample of how these are not exactly typical forest denizens, here’s the smallest of the monsters,
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A manifestation of twisted freedom and self-devouring depravity taken to their most horrific ends, the Abyss contains virtually uncountable numbers of fiends, perhaps bordering upon the infinite. But while its labyrinthine depths swim, choked by its fecund natives, its resident demons are not the only creatures hungering for blood and slaughter for their own sake.
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In a clearing dominated by an enormous tree, a pair of large monkeys sat lazily on a branch until they noticed three men entering the clearing. They shrieked, and the men, seasoned warriors all, ignored the warning and approached the tree. The monkeys dropped to the ground and ran towards these new foes, who drew
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Bred to exterminate all sentient life in the natural world, nihilimentii were created as living weapons in the ancient cosmic war between the gods and the primordials. The psychic vibrations of intelligent creatures cause nihilimentii physical discomfort, driving them to a solitary existence. In fact, other creatures’ perceptions of the nihilimentii create painful psychic feedback
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As soon as you lay eyes on this ancient crone, images of the deaths of all those you’ve loved and lost flood your mind. In these visions, you see the crone’s withered hand repeatedly lash out with an elongated pair of terrible shears to sever the gleaming, silver threads rising from your loved ones’ heads.
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The ghastly humanoid cadaver jerks and shudders forward with shocking speed. Rotting skin flaps back from its grotesque carcass, uncovering insects scuttling over moldering sinew and gristle. Entrails dangling from its abdominal cavity writhe about, as if grasping at things unseen. The corpse screeches an open war razor along the floor as it comes, and
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The thing appears to be a small lump of green or pale pink vegetable material with two thin stalks protruding from its central, ball-like mass. The surface of the ball is wrinkled and creased. Despite its appearance, it… it is irresistible… Brainstalk Fungus (CR 2) XP 600 N Tiny plant Init -5; Senses blindsense 60
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This creature looks like a large, emaciated jackal. Its blood-red skin stretches tight over its bones. Its eyes gleam with malevolent cunning, and blood drool drips from its fang-filled maw and fat, lolling tongue. Blood jackals are vicious hunters and scavengers that creep across the desert at night in search of warm-blooded animals to feed
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Welcome to the King of the Monsters Contest finals: the zaglossus is finalist 10 of 10. These submissions are left almost entirely as they were received with the exception that all submissions have had minor alterations for proper spelling (not grammar), formatting, and the addition of an image. Let the fight commence! ______ This dusky
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