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Game design exercise: You've been tasked with creating a non-trademark-infringing version of the beholder. The design brief specifies that your version should have ten creepy eyestalks with ten distinct magic powers, like the standard beholder, but these powers must not overlap with even one of the standard beholder powers.
For the purpose of this exercise, assume that the forbidden list consists of exactly the ten magic eyeball powers that are present in the Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition Monster Manual. (i.e., you don't need to research every magic eyeball power that's ever been attributed to a beholder in every iteration of D&D ever published.)
For reference, these ten powers are:
Controls your mind
Paralyses you
Makes you afraid
Slows you down
Makes you weak
General purpose telekinesis
Puts you to sleep
Turns you to stone
Disintegration ray
Just fucking kills you
These are all off limits.
So:
What ten magic eyeball powers do you give your legally-not-a-beholder?
INTRO
Behold the Scrutator, a floating aberration of terrible intellect and hungry curiosity. A central spheroid mass studded with a massive primary eye surrounded by ten writhing eyestalks, each capable of distinct and terrible magic. Unlike its more common cousin, the Scrutator doesn't merely want to destroy—it wants to understand, to dissect, to know its victims in ways that leave them fundamentally changed. Their origins are shrouded in whispers—some say they are the result of wizards' experiments with scrying magic gone horribly wrong; others claim they emerged from the Outside to catalog our reality for alien masters.
STATBLOCK
SCRUTATOR
Large Aberration, Lawful Evil
Armor Class: 17 (natural armor)
Hit Dice: 11d8+44 (93 hp)
Movement: 5', Fly 20' (good)
THAC0: 11 (as 10 HD monster)
No. of Attacks: 1 bite or 1-3 eye rays
Damage/Attack: 2d4 (bite)
Special Attacks: Eye rays (see below)
Special Defenses: Anti-magic eye, reflective carapace
Magic Resistance: 50%
Size: L (6' diameter)
Morale: 13 (Steady)
XP Value: 9,000
Anti-Magic Eye: The central eye projects a 90-degree cone of anti-magic extending 60 feet. Within this cone, all magic (excluding the Scrutator's own eye rays) is suppressed.
All-Around Vision: The Scrutator cannot be surprised and gains a +2 bonus to surprise rolls against others.
Eye Ray Special Attacks: The Scrutator possesses 10 eyestalks, each capable of producing a different magical effect once per round. The creature can use 1d3 eye rays per round, randomly determining which are available (roll 1d10 for each). Each ray requires a successful attack roll (THAC0 11). Range for all rays is 150 feet.
Transmutation Ray: Target must save vs. Polymorph or have a random body part transformed into glass. Each failed save turns one more body part to glass, imposing cumulative -1 penalties to relevant ability scores and actions.
Gravitational Ray: Target must save vs. Breath Weapon or experience 10× normal gravity for 1d4 rounds. Movement reduced to 1/10 normal, -4 penalty to attack rolls, Dexterity checks, and saving throws, and the victim takes 1d6 damage per round from organ stress.
Memory Extraction Ray: Target must save vs. Spell or lose 1d6 days of memories, which manifest as a glowing crystal that the Scrutator absorbs. The Scrutator then gains knowledge of these memories.
Dimensional Displacement Ray: Target must save vs. Spell at -2 or be partially shifted to another dimension. The victim becomes incorporeal but cannot move through solid objects, taking 2d6 damage when forced into solid matter. Lasts 1d4 rounds.
Accelerated Aging Ray: Target must save vs. Death Magic or age 2d10 years instantly. Creatures aged beyond their natural lifespan must save vs. Death Magic again or die.
Sensory Inversion Ray: Target must save vs. Spell or have all sensory input reversed for 1d6 rounds. Left becomes right, up becomes down, hot feels cold, etc. All attacks, movement, and ability checks suffer a -4 penalty.
Puppeteer Ray: Target must save vs. Spell or have one limb controlled by the Scrutator for 1d4 rounds. The Scrutator can use its action to make the limb perform simple actions, including attacking allies (attack roll uses victim's THAC0).
Revelation Ray: Target must save vs. Spell or have their deepest secret or fear manifested as a visible illusion above their head, visible to all. Those who see the revelation must save vs. Spell or be affected as per a Confusion spell for 1d4 rounds.
Desiccation Ray: Target must save vs. Death Magic or lose 1d4+1 Constitution as moisture is rapidly extracted from their body. Lost Constitution returns at 1 point per day of rest. If reduced to 0 Constitution, the victim crumbles to dust.
Reality Anchor Ray: Target must save vs. Spell at -2 or become "fixed" in space-time for 1d4 rounds. The victim cannot move from their location and becomes immune to all movement effects (forced or voluntary), but also cannot be damaged or affected by any means during this time.
Reflective Carapace: Any spell or ray weapon targeted directly at the Scrutator has a 20% chance to be reflected back at the caster (who must save normally).
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster, on account that a bunch of monsters can turn you into a monster by biting you. Vampires, werewolves, zombies. those are the big ones, there are others
The transformation of monster hunters into monsters is actually far more common than most realize. The Registry of the Changed in the great library of Vos-Ulthar contains over 6,000 documented cases, and those are just the ones who lived long enough to be catalogued.
Beyond the classic triumvirate of vampirism, lycanthropy, and zombification (which the esteemed vampire hunter Marienne du Sang rather amusingly termed "The Big Three" shortly before becoming a vampire herself), there are numerous other transformative conditions that can affect monster hunters:
The Hollow Curse: Contracted from slaying too many void wraiths. Your insides slowly become an empty space that hungers for reality itself. The final stages involve your skin becoming a thin membrane barely containing an infinite darkness. The only known cure involves filling yourself with sanctified lead, which is exactly as pleasant as it sounds.
Gargoylification: Not actually from gargoyles (who are quite pleasant once you get to know them), but from the parasitic stone-spirits that sometimes inhabit them. Turns your flesh to living stone over the course of months. The Brotherhood of the Hammer actually seeks this out deliberately - they claim it makes them better hunters.
The Hive-Mind Plague: Spread by the psychic residue left in the corpses of hiveminds. Slowly connects you to every other infected person until you lose your individual identity. The worst part? You remain conscious the entire time, just… shared. The Collective of St. Sebastian contains over 300 former monster hunters, all sharing the same thoughts.
The Butcher's Mark: This one's nasty. Kill enough things that bleed, and their blood starts to recognize you. You become a focal point for blood itself. It seeks you out, tries to drown you. The famous hunter Klaus von Rothstein ended up floating in a sphere of every drop of blood within a mile radius. He's still technically alive in there, they say.
A few practical tips from the Hunter's Black Book (written anonymously by someone who was clearly turning into something awful):
Never hunt the same type of monster more than three times in a row. They start to recognize you on a metaphysical level.
Carry blessed silver AND cursed iron. Sometimes you need to fight corruption with corruption.
If your reflection starts giving you hunting advice, STOP IMMEDIATELY.
The Rite of St. Mercurius can temporarily halt most transformations, but each use cuts your remaining lifespan in half.
If you find yourself understanding monster languages without having learned them, it's already too late.
There's also the philosophical question posed by the scholar-hunter Yavina the Bright: "If we accept that all monsters were once something else, then perhaps becoming a monster is simply the universe's way of maintaining equilibrium." She wrote this shortly before her transformation into living stained glass, which honestly just strengthens her point.
The Monastery of the Eternal Vigil actually maintains a special wing for transformed hunters, treating them as honored guests rather than monsters. Their philosophy is that someone who gave their humanity in service of protecting others deserves respect, not silver bullets. Of course, they also keep them in cells lined with every ward known to man, but it's the thought that counts.
Remember: if you start experiencing symptoms of transformation, don't panic. Panic accelerates most transformative conditions. Instead, calmly make your way to the nearest temple of St. Ophelia the Unchanging, or if that's not possible, find the deepest hole you can and jump in. Sometimes the old solutions are the best solutions.
A final note from the Hunter's Black Book: "If you're reading this, I'm probably something terrible now. But I protected people. Remember that. Whatever I am now, I PROTECTED PEOPLE."
Prompt: "The sword coast setting, but thousands and thousands and thousands of years in the future, where it's turned from high fantasy into dark fantasy"
The Outline:
Sample Campaign Starter:
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The Great Cities
Waterdeep, once the City of Splendors, is now the City of Eternal Twilight. Its towering spires remain, but they're twisted and warped, having grown like pale coral over thousands of years of wild magic exposure. The city exists in layers - the deepest parts still contain functioning Undermountain technology, while the surface is a maze of crystallized buildings where masked nobles maintain a mockery of the old customs. Baldur's Gate has become a titanous mechanical city-state, burning the corpses of the dead in enormous furnaces to maintain warmth as the sun dies. The Sword Coast itself is no longer recognizable as a coast - the sea has partially crystallized into a sheet of black glass that occasionally liquefies without warning.
The Nature of Magic
As the sun dims, magic has become more visceral and dangerous. The Weave has partially collapsed, creating "knots" of wild magic that float like spectral tumors across the landscape. Spellcasting requires blood sacrifice or the burning of valuable materials - the age of casual magic is long gone. Many spellcasters have resorted to binding fragments of dying gods into their flesh to maintain their powers. The color of magic has changed too - most spells manifest in blacks, grays, and pale blues, as if the magic itself is suffering from cosmic frostbite.
The Old Pantheons
The gods are dying, but cannot truly die. They exist in a state of perpetual agony, their essence crystallizing into god-shards that fall from the sky like meteors. Some gods have merged together in desperate attempts to survive - Lathander and Kelemvor are now one entity, a terrible thing that represents both dawn and death, neither of which have meaning anymore. Mystra's death long ago caused the initial collapse, but her essence still pervades reality like a virus, causing spontaneous magical mutations.
Survival Methods
People cluster around "hearth-crystals," shards of the original sun that still emit weak heat and light. Communities are usually small, heavily fortified, and deeply suspicious of outsiders. Many have resorted to consuming the flesh of magical creatures to survive, leading to widespread mutations. Water must be thawed before drinking, and most food is grown in underground fungal gardens. Some communities have turned to worshipping the machines left behind by the gnomes and artificers of old, maintaining ancient technologies they barely understand.
Monsters and Creatures
Most of the iconic D&D monsters have evolved or devolved into horrific new forms. Dragons are blind, pale things that nest in thermal vents, having lost their color affiliations millennia ago. Mind Flayers have returned from the far realm, but they're different now - more mechanical, having fused with ancient Netherese technologies. Beholders have multiplied and shrunk, becoming swarms of floating eyes that serve as organic surveillance systems for the larger settlements.
The Planes
The planar boundaries have grown thin and unstable. The Shadowfell is slowly merging with the Material Plane, while the Feywild has become a frozen wasteland of eternal twilight. Fragments of other planes occasionally crash into the material world, creating zones where reality behaves according to alien rules. The Nine Hells have frozen over, and demons now seek warmth in the material plane, sometimes offering their essence as fuel for the desperate.
Ancient Artifacts
The legendary artifacts of the past have grown in power as the world dies. The Blackstaff has become a living entity that consumes its wielders. The Ring of Winter is sought after not as a weapon, but as a tool of mercy - it can grant final death to those who otherwise would live forever in the twilight. Many new artifacts have been created from the crystallized remains of gods, each carrying a fraction of divine power and madness.
SITUATION
A hearth-crystal powering the settlement of Coldhearth is dying. The crystal's dimming has caused panic among the inhabitants, who know they have perhaps two weeks before the cold claims them. However, the local Crystal-Speaker has had a vision - one of the dying gods, a merged aspect of Gond and Oghma called the Brass Scholar, is falling from the heavens. Its crystallized divine essence could serve as a new hearth-crystal, if it can be claimed. Unfortunately, others have sensed its imminent arrival too - including the machine-cult of Baldur's Gate and a desperate band of god-flesh scavengers.
SETTING
Coldhearth sits in what was once a coastal village near Waterdeep, though the black glass sea is now several miles away. The settlement is built into and around an ancient lighthouse, its beacon replaced with the current (dying) hearth-crystal. The surrounding area is a wasteland of crystallized trees and frozen earth, with occasional patches of liquidized ground where wild magic has temporarily thawed reality.
The nearby "Shattershore" - where the black glass sea begins - is a maze of geometric shapes and broken reflections. The glass occasionally liquefies without warning, swallowing the unwary. Scavengers risk these dangers to harvest valuable resources from ancient ships trapped within the glass. Several miles inland lies the ruins of a pre-twilight trading post called Wayward's Rest, now home to a colony of devolved mind flayers who trade memories for warmth.
The predicted impact site of the falling god-shard lies in the Thornmaze, a crystallized forest where the trees have grown into impossibly sharp geometric patterns. The local mutation-touched say the trees still grow, just too slowly for normal eyes to see. The maze is home to various geometric predators - creatures that have adapted to move and hunt along perfectly straight lines and right angles.
CAST
The Settlement of Coldhearth
Vara Nightbridge, Crystal-Speaker and unofficial leader. Her eyes have been replaced with shards of a fallen god, allowing her to see divine essence. She speaks in temperatures rather than words.
Ghkss the Thawed, a mutation-touched merchant whose flesh periodically liquefies. He maintains the settlement's fungal gardens and knows more than he shares.
Pock, a child who never seems to feel the cold. The other children follow her lead, and she knows all the settlement's secrets.
The Machine-Cult of Baldur's Gate
Archimandrite Kex, a cyborg priestess who has replaced her blood with heated oil. She leads the local machine-cult expeditions.
Brother-Operator Finn, a former street thief who maintains the cult's warmth-engines. He's secretly planning to steal the god-shard for himself.
The God-Flesh Scavengers
The Twins, Voss and Vess, who share a single mutation-touched body but alternate control. They're known for eating anything that glows.
Skrike, their enforcer, who has bound frozen demon-flesh to his bones. He can only move in straight lines but hits like a runaway cart.
INITIAL CONDITIONS
The hearth-crystal is dimming noticeably each day. The settlement's outer rings have already been abandoned as the warmth recedes. Most residents have crowded into the lighthouse proper, creating tensions and using up stored resources faster than anticipated. The Crystal-Speaker's vision has given hope, but also attracted unwanted attention from outside groups.
The machine-cult has already established a forward camp near the Thornmaze, using salvaged warmth-engines that leave trails of black smoke. The god-flesh scavengers are more mobile, using trained geometric predators as mounts to patrol the crystallized forest's edge.
The god-shard is due to impact in approximately ten days. The cold is getting worse. Strange lights have been seen in the Thornmaze, suggesting the area's wild magic is intensifying in anticipation of the divine arrival.
GOALS
Vara Nightbridge seeks to save her people and maintain order during the crisis.
Ghkss wants to preserve his secret collection of pre-twilight artifacts, even at the cost of lives.
Pock intends to lead the other children to safety if the adults fail.
Archimandrite Kex plans to use the god-shard to create a new type of warmth-engine.
Brother-Operator Finn dreams of becoming a god himself by consuming the shard.
The Twins aim to feed the god-shard to their geometric mounts, believing it will create perfect predators.
Skrike simply wants enough divine essence to fix his condition.
TOOLS/RESOURCES
Vara has her god-shard eyes and the loyalty of most settlers.
Ghkss maintains a hidden cache of thawed water and preserved food.
Pock knows secret ways through the Thornmaze.
Archimandrite Kex commands several warmth-engines and trained technicians.
Brother-Operator Finn possesses a pre-twilight device that can supposedly contain divine essence.
The Twins control a pack of geometric predators.
Skrike has demon-enhanced strength and durability.
SAMPLE SOLUTIONS
Navigate the Thornmaze using Pock's knowledge, reach the impact site first, and defend it until the god-shard arrives. This requires surviving the geometric predators and wild magic surges.
Ally with Brother-Operator Finn, use his device to safely contain the god-shard, then betray him before he can consume it. This means dealing with both the machine-cult and his personal ambitions.
Convince the Twins to help clear a path through the Thornmaze using their geometric predators, then deal with their inevitable betrayal at the impact site.
Use Ghkss's secret resources to outlast the other factions, letting them fight among themselves before claiming the god-shard from the survivors.
Negotiate with the mind flayers at Wayward's Rest, trading memories for their help in securing the god-shard. This is risky but could provide a significant advantage over other factions.
Dermal Sluice
3rd-level transmutation
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: V, S, M (a small silver knife worth at least 25 gp)
Duration: Instantaneous
You touch a creature, and its skin becomes temporarily porous. The target must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, it takes 4d8 necrotic damage and has disadvantage on Constitution saving throws for 1 minute. On a successful save, it takes half damage and suffers no other effect.
At Higher Levels: When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 4th level or higher, the damage increases by 1d8 for each slot level above 3rd.
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Pataphysical Xantosis
7th-level transmutation
Casting Time: 1 minute
Range: 30 feet
Components: V, S, M (a vial of quicksilver worth 500 gp, which the spell consumes)
Duration: 24 hours
You alter the fundamental metaphysical properties of a creature you can see within range. The target must make an Intelligence saving throw. On a failed save, the target's physical form becomes unstable, shifting between states of matter. For the duration, the target gains the following effects:
Its AC becomes 10 + its Intelligence modifier
It can move through spaces as narrow as 1 inch without squeezing
It has advantage on saving throws against effects that would physically restrain it
It has vulnerability to force damage
Rematius' Big Slappy
5th-level evocation
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V, S, M (a leather glove)
Duration: Instantaneous
You conjure an enormous spectral hand that delivers a mighty slap to your enemies. Choose up to three creatures you can see within range. Each target must make a Dexterity saving throw. A target takes 6d10 force damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one. If a target fails its save by 5 or more, it is also knocked prone and pushed 15 feet away from you.
At Higher Levels: When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 6th level or higher, you can target one additional creature for each slot level above 5th.
Eschatology of the Secret Glands
8th-level necromancy
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Self (60-foot radius)
Components: V, S, M (a preserved endocrine gland from a powerful creature)
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
You tap into the hidden biological potential of nearby creatures, forcing rapid and uncontrolled glandular evolution. Each creature of your choice that you can see within range must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, the target takes 8d10 necrotic damage and sprouts 1d4 new, alien glands that secrete strange fluids. These glands cause the following effects:
The target's speed is reduced by 10 feet
The target has disadvantage on Charisma checks
At the start of each of its turns, the target must make a DC 18 Constitution saving throw or take 2d10 acid damage
On a successful save, a target takes half damage and suffers no other effects.
Bioyiff
4th-level transmutation
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Touch
Components: V, S, M (a tuft of fur from any animal)
Duration: 1 hour
You transform a willing creature you touch into an anthropomorphic version of an animal of your choice. The target's game statistics, including mental ability scores, are replaced by the statistics of the chosen animal, though it retains its alignment and personality. The target assumes the hit points of its new form, and when it reverts to its normal form, it returns to the number of hit points it had before it transformed. If it reverts as a result of dropping to 0 hit points, any excess damage carries over to its normal form.
The creature is limited in the actions it can perform by the nature of its new form, and it can't speak, cast spells, or take any other action that requires hands or speech. The target's gear melds into the new form.
Summon Claw of Fentanyl
6th-level conjuration
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 90 feet
Components: V, S, M (a syringe filled with a potent opiate, which the spell consumes)
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
You summon a spectral, floating claw dripping with a dangerous narcotic substance. The claw appears in an unoccupied space that you can see within range and lasts for the duration. When you cast the spell, and as a bonus action on subsequent turns, you can command the claw to attack a creature within 5 feet of it. The target must succeed on a Constitution saving throw or take 4d10 poison damage and become poisoned until the start of your next turn. While poisoned in this way, the target is incapacitated.
At the end of each of its turns, a poisoned creature can make another Constitution saving throw. On a success, the poisoned condition ends.
Pineal Mucilage
2nd-level enchantment
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 30 feet
Components: V, S, M (a small crystal vial containing cerebrospinal fluid)
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 minute
You attempt to disrupt a creature's mental processes by affecting its pineal gland. Choose one creature that you can see within range. The target must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or be affected by this spell for the duration. While affected, the target's thoughts become sticky and slow. The target has disadvantage on Intelligence checks and saving throws, and it can't take reactions. On its turn, it can either take an action or move, but not both.
At the end of each of its turns, the target can make another Wisdom saving throw. On a success, the spell ends on the target.
Plagiarize Bones
9th-level necromancy
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V, S, M (a quill made from a bone of a dead writer)
Duration: Instantaneous
You attempt to steal the very essence of a creature's physical structure. Choose one creature that you can see within range. The target must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, you steal its skeletal structure, dealing 10d10 necrotic damage and permanently reducing its Strength and Constitution scores by 4 (to a minimum of 1). The target's speed is also reduced by half, and it has disadvantage on Dexterity saving throws.
If this spell kills the target, its bones emerge from its body and reassemble into an animated skeleton under your control. This skeleton has the target's memories and skills but is bound to obey your commands. The skeleton remains animate until destroyed or until you use an action to dismiss it.
Wall of Floors
5th-level conjuration
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 120 feet
Components: V, S, M (a miniature wooden floorboard)
Duration: Concentration, up to 10 minutes
You create a wall of shifting, rotating floor segments up to 60 feet long, 10 feet high, and 5 feet thick. The wall appears within range on a solid surface and lasts for the duration. You can orient the wall in any direction you choose.
The wall is an object made of wood and stone that can be damaged and thus breached. It has AC 15 and 30 hit points per 5-foot section, and it is vulnerable to fire damage. Reducing a section of wall to 0 hit points destroys it and might cause connected sections to collapse at the DM's discretion.
If a creature attempts to move through the wall, it must make a DC 15 Dexterity saving throw. On a failed save, the creature takes 4d8 bludgeoning damage and is knocked prone. On a successful save, the creature can move through the wall but must spend 3 feet of movement for every 1 foot it moves.
Send to Sexy Cornfield
7th-level conjuration
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 60 feet
Components: V, S, M (a kernel of corn dipped in honey)
Duration: 24 hours
You banish a creature you can see within range to a demiplane known as the Sexy Cornfield. The target must succeed on a Charisma saving throw or be transported to this surreal realm of cornstalks and pheromones.
While in the Sexy Cornfield, the target is incapacitated and has its speed reduced to 0. At the end of each of its turns, the target can make a Charisma saving throw. On a success, the spell ends, and the target returns to the space it left or the nearest unoccupied space.
When the spell ends, the target returns with a glazed look in its eyes and smelling faintly of butter and embarrassment. It has disadvantage on Wisdom saving throws for the next 24 hours as it tries to process its experience.
This artificial bat is a mechanical construct designed to be thrown like a boomerang. It has a wingspan of 2 feet and weighs 2 pounds. When thrown, the Artificial Bat flies in a straight line for up to 60 feet before arcing back to the thrower. Any creature in the bat's path must succeed on a DC 15 Dexterity saving throw or take 1d4 piercing damage.
As a bonus action, the wielder can speak a command word to cause the bat to emit a high-pitched screech. Each creature within 20 feet of the bat, other than the wielder, must succeed on a DC 15 Constitution saving throw or be stunned until the end of their next turn.
The bat regains 1d4 + 2 hit points at the start of each of the wielder's turns. If the bat has 0 hit points, this feature doesn't function. The bat has AC 15, 20 hit points, and immunity to poison and psychic damage. If the bat is reduced to 0 hit points, it shatters and is destroyed.
the tortured poets department is kind of an awesome album name it raises so many questions just because 'department' sounds so instittuional. is this a government department? is there a secretary of state for poet torture? are there career bureaucrats who work in poet torturing and who are suffering as neoliberal governments introduce privatization to the formerly public sector tortured poetry field? much to consider
SITUATION
The Tortured Poets Department, a formerly public sector organization dedicated to the creation of soul-rending, angst-ridden poetry through the careful application of exquisite agonies, is facing budget cuts and privatization under the new neoliberal government. Senior Torturers and Poet-Wranglers, who have dedicated their lives to the craft, now find themselves competing with cut-rate, outsourced versifiers and discount pain technicians. As the Department's mandate shifts from the pursuit of the purest suffering to mere profitability, a group of veteran staff must decide how far they will go to defend the integrity of their art.
Beyond the city limits, the blasted heath known as the Fields of Sighs stretches to the horizon, dotted with the crumbling ruins of failed utopias and the bleached bones of idealistic dreamers. It is said that on certain nights, when the wind is right, one can hear the ghostly whispers of long-dead poets, their verses still echoing across the desolate landscape.
CAST
The Tortured Poets Department:
Algernon Wormwood: The embattled Director of the Department, a gaunt and haunted figure who has devoted his life to the perfection of poetic agony. His once-impeccable suit hangs loosely on his frame, and his eyes burn with a feverish intensity.
Ludmilla Sorrow: Head of the Department's Elite Anguish Squad, a cadre of ruthlessly efficient torturers known for their ability to wring exquisite suffering from even the most recalcitrant of versifiers. Despite her fearsome reputation, Ludmilla harbors a secret passion for kittens and wildflowers.
Quentin Quilldriver: Once the Department's foremost Muse-Wrangler, responsible for capturing and domesticating the wild and elusive creatures of inspiration. Now facing redundancy, Quentin drowns his sorrows in absinthe and dreams of staging a grand revenge.
The Neoliberal Government:
Horatio Blithe: The newly-appointed Minister of Poetic Efficiency, a ruthless bureaucrat determined to drag the Department kicking and screaming into the modern era. With his slick suits and soulless smile, Horatio embodies the very antithesis of all that the Department stands for.
Cordelia Crass: Horatio's deputy and chief enforcer, a former middle-manager with a talent for soul-crushing banality. Armed with a briefcase full of performance metrics and budget spreadsheets, Cordelia is the bane of the Department's old guard.
The Outsourced Versifiers:
Sylvester Slapdash: The cocky young upstart behind "Odes & Woes", the most successful of the new poetry dens. With his flashy clothes and silver tongue, Sylvester has quickly become the poster boy for the privatized anguish industry.
Millicent Hackwork: A burnt-out former Department employee who now churns out cheap, formulaic verses for Sylvester's establishment. Though she despises her new job, Millicent can't quite bring herself to quit, haunted by the memory of the purity she once pursued.
INITIAL CONDITIONS
As the story begins, the Tortured Poets Department is in crisis. Facing a mandate to cut costs and increase output, Director Wormwood finds himself presiding over an organization that is a mere shadow of its former self. Many of the Department's most experienced staff have been laid off or forced into early retirement, replaced by eager but inexperienced recruits who lack the finesse and dedication of their predecessors.
To make matters worse, the Department's once-sterling reputation has been tarnished by a series of high-profile failures, including the botched torture of a promising young poetess who emerged from her ordeal writing saccharine verses about kittens and rainbows. The incident was gleefully seized upon by the tabloid press, who dubbed it "The Ode to Joy Fiasco".
As morale plummets and the threat of complete privatization looms, the Department's remaining old guard must decide whether to adapt to the new reality or make a final, desperate stand for the integrity of their craft.
GOALS
Algernon Wormwood: To defend the Department's legacy and prove that true poetic anguish cannot be mass-produced or commodified. He dreams of orchestrating one last grand torture, a magnum opus of suffering that will secure the Department's place in history.
Ludmilla Sorrow: To maintain the Elite Anguish Squad's reputation as the world's foremost poetic torturers, even if it means embracing new and distasteful methods. Secretly, she longs to retire to a quiet cottage and raise kittens.
Quentin Quilldriver: To take revenge on the Department that discarded him and to prove that he is still the greatest Muse-Wrangler of all time. He plans to capture the legendary Muse of Eternal Sorrow and use her power to create the ultimate work of tortured poetry.
Horatio Blithe: To dismantle the Department and replace it with a streamlined, profit-driven model of poetic anguish production. He believes that suffering is a commodity like any other and that the free market is the best arbiter of artistic merit.
Cordelia Crass: To prove herself worthy of Horatio's trust and secure a place in the new order. She dreams of one day running her own poetry den, where she can inflict her own brand of soul-crushing mediocrity on a new generation of versifiers.
Sylvester Slapdash: To establish himself as the king of the privatized anguish industry and to drive the Department out of business once and for all. He sees poetry as just another product to be marketed and sold, and he'll stop at nothing to corner the market.
Millicent Hackwork: To rediscover the passion and purity she once felt as a Department employee, even if it means betraying her new employer. Deep down, she knows that true art cannot be mass-produced, and she longs to create one last work of genuine, heart-wrenching beauty.
TOOLS/RESOURCES
The Tortured Poets Department: The Versatorium itself, with its vast array of specialized torture chambers and arcane devices. A dwindling but still formidable roster of elite torturers, muse-wranglers, and versifiers. The accumulated knowledge and techniques of centuries of poetic anguish.
The Neoliberal Government: The full weight of the law and the bureaucratic apparatus. A vast budget for "modernization" and "restructuring". The power to audit, investigate, and shut down the Department at will.
The Outsourced Versifiers: A network of cheap, efficient poetry dens and a vast pool of desperate, hungry talent. The ability to undercut the Department's prices and churn out product at a breakneck pace. The backing of wealthy investors who see poetry as just another commodity to be exploited.
SAMPLE SOLUTIONS
Director Wormwood and the old guard stage a coup, seizing control of the Versatorium and barricading themselves inside. They vow to continue their work in secret, creating works of such exquisite anguish that the world will be forced to acknowledge their genius. Meanwhile, Ludmilla and her Elite Anguish Squad wage a guerrilla war against the poetry dens, sabotaging their operations and poaching their best talent.
Quentin Quilldriver, aided by a rogue faction of Department loyalists, successfully captures the Muse of Eternal Sorrow and unleashes her power on the city. As a wave of soul-crushing despair sweeps through the streets, the population is plunged into a state of catatonic anguish. In the ensuing chaos, the Department seizes the opportunity to reassert its dominance, presenting itself as the only force capable of controlling the Muse and restoring order.
Millicent Hackwork, secretly aided by Algernon Wormwood, creates a work of such stunning beauty and raw emotion that it becomes an instant sensation, hailed as a masterpiece of tortured poetry. As the public clamors for more, the government is forced to acknowledge the value of true art and restore the Department to its former glory. Sylvester Slapdash, exposed as a fraud and a hack, is driven out of business, while Horatio Blithe and Cordelia Crass are reassigned to the Department of Bureaucratic Obfuscation.
In the shadowed alleys and glittering high-rises of this peculiar metropolis, the term "human-type entity" is used in hushed whispers to refer to those uncanny beings that walk among the populace wearing human guises. They may look like your neighbor, your barista, or the unassuming office worker in the cubicle next to yours - but beneath that carefully crafted veneer of normalcy lies something unmistakably other.
Many of these entities are refugees or expatriates from strange realms beyond the veil of mundane reality. Places with names like the Gossamer Reaches, Hex-Nail Underworld, or the Shimmering Interstices between dimensions. Some are exiles, fleeing persecution or ancient blood-feuds. Others are here by choice, drawn to the neon allure and ceaseless buzz of mortal life in the big city. A rare few were even born here, hybrids with one foot in the mythic and one in the mundane.
Outwardly, a human-type entity appears no different from a baseline Homo sapiens. Two arms, two legs, one head - all the standard equipment in the usual places. They sweat, bleed, and bruise just like any other city-dweller. But spend enough time around one and you may start to notice the little tells. An odd sheen to the eyes, a double-jointed fluidity of motion, teeth a bit too sharp to be natural. When angered, their skin may ripple with bioluminescent patterns or tiny thorns. Their laughter has an eerie, ululating resonance.
Inwardly is where the radical differences become apparent. Psychic MRIs (a hush-hush procedure conducted only by The Agency's extradimensional med-techs) reveal brain structures and neurochemistry vastly divergent from humans. Clusters of neural tissue that shouldn't be possible, glands secreting peptides that don't show up on any periodic table, nerve bundles that terminate in microscopic event horizons.
Some manifest superhuman aptitudes - a "Gray Collar" who can calculate complex algorithms in their head, a back-alley surgeon with intimate knowledge of xeno-anatomies, a demure librarian who reads at a page a second and never forgets a word. Others wield innate magic they call "Miracles" - a fiery-eyed dockworker who can heft shipping containers, an unaging lounge singer with a mesmerizing voice, a beat cop who heals with a touch.
All this strangeness is cloaked behind the Masquerade, a vast conspiracy of secrecy upheld by the human-types themselves, by The Agency that monitors them, and by the megalithic corporations who find them useful. To the average citizen, they are invisible - just more faces in the crowd. Only those who know how to spot the signs (or who are foolish enough to go looking) discover that "human" is a rather flexible category…
So when you pass a stranger on the rain-slick sidewalks of Neon City and feel the hairs on your neck prickle, when the dry cleaner returns your suit with an odor of brimstone and alien spices, when your co-worker casually references the Siege of Vys during a meeting, pay attention. The human-type entities walk among us, and once you start to perceive them, there's no going back. The real question is, why are they here - and what do they want?
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SITUATION
In an alternate history where time travel has been invented, a cabal of time-traveling traders and politicians are engaged in intertemporal arbitrage, using their future knowledge to corner markets throughout history. They've recently set their sights on the oyster trade of 19th century New York City, hoping to use their advanced refrigeration tech and insider info to make a killing. But their actions are destabilizing the timeline and threatening to erase key historical figures from existence. The party must unravel this temporal trade network and confront the mysterious mastermind behind it all before irreparable damage is done to the space-time continuum.
SETTING
The adventure spans multiple eras, but key events occur in:
New York City, 1842 - The booming oyster trade has made the city the oyster capital of the world. Oyster cellars line Canal Street, shucking a staggering 700 million oysters a year. The docks bustle with oystermen.
The Far Future Oyster Vaults of Neo-Nassau, 2891 AD - Towering refrigerated vaults hold trillions of perfectly preserved bivalves. Chrono-barges zip through pneumatic tubes overhead. Neon-lit canals crisscross the city.
The Temporal Trade Hub, Outside Time - A mind-bending nexus where past, present and future intersect. Causality-defying architecture shifts like a kaleidoscope. Traders haggle over price fluctuations yet to occur.
CAST
Crassus Rockefeller III - Robber baron, mastermind behind the Oyster Futures Syndicate. Seeks to monopolize history's oyster supply. Wields a Causality Anchor that stabilizes him in spacetime.
Vivian "Viv" Wellfleet - Rogue chrono-trader with a heart of gold. Wants to stop Crassus and restore the timeline. Former collegiate oyster shucking champion.
Shucker Jim - Grizzled 19th century oysterman. Secretly an undercover Chronoguard agent. Rocket harpoon prosthetic arm. Loyal but haunted by a tragic past.
The Muculent Sibyl - Prophetic oyster-human hybrid from an alternate timeline where oysters evolved sapience. Whispers maddening future-truths. Chained in Crassus' vault.
Ostreida, the Oyster Goddess - Eldritch bivalve deity worshipped by a future oyster-cult. Seeks to flood Earth's history, returning it to a primordial sea.
The Chronoguard - Temporal law enforcement. Hardened time-cops in chromed exo-suits. Seek to stop illegal intertemporal trade by any means necessary.
The Oystermen's Union - Tough New York oyster workers, their livelihoods threatened by future sabotage. Burly, bearded, and brawny. Know the oyster beds like the back of their callused hands.
INITIAL CONDITIONS
The 19th century oyster trade is booming, but prices have started fluctuating wildly and oyster shortages loom due to temporal meddling. Anachronistic tech has been found in oyster beds. Strange future-cultists lurk in oyster cellars, preaching the coming of an Oyster God. The Chronoguard has dispatched agents to 1842 to investigate, but Crassus' syndicate has a head start and deep pockets. The timeline is already fraying at the edges - historic oyster-lovers like Queen Victoria are fading from existence. The players arrive in old New York to find a temporal powder keg ready to blow.
GOALS
Crassus Rockefeller III - Corner the oyster market across all of history, making trillions. Ascend to economic godhood.
Vivian "Viv" Wellfleet - Stop Crassus, restore the original timeline, save the future. Maybe shuck some oysters along the way.
Shucker Jim - Complete his mission, avenge his partner, keep the space-time continuum safe from rogue traders and their greed.
The Muculent Sibyl - Escape her imprisonment, reveal cosmic truths, bring about the Oyster Singularity her visions foretell.
Ostreida, the Oyster Goddess - Flood Earth's history, make the world a oyster's paradise. Destroy upstart humanity.
The Chronoguard - Arrest Crassus and his cronies, stop the temporal trade in its tracks, preserve the integrity of the timeline.
The Oystermen's Union - Protect their way of life, drive out strange future interlopers, keep oyster prices stable and bellies full.
TOOLS/RESOURCES
Crassus Rockefeller III - Vast wealth, future tech, Causality Anchor, bribed officials across eras, oyster futures contracts.
Vivian "Viv" Wellfleet - Heirloom chrono-compass, knack for disguise, knowledge of oyster lore, her trusty quantum-shucking knife.
Shucker Jim - Rocket harpoon arm, Chronoguard combat training, 19th century street smarts, loyal oystermen contacts.
Ostreida, the Oyster Goddess - Divine bivalve powers, oyster monster hordes, tidal magic, beachhead temples across history.
The Chronoguard - Jurisdiction across spacetime, stun-harpoons, chrono-cuffs, hardened exo-suits, orbital trawler-ships.
The Oystermen's Union - Strength in numbers, intricate knowledge of oyster beds, sturdy oyster boats, shucking solidarity.
SAMPLE SOLUTIONS
Infiltrate Crassus' syndicate posing as fellow traders, destabilize his operations from within while searching for evidence of his crimes. Coordinate with Chronoguard to arrest him in a dramatic sting.
Rally the Oystermen's Union to sabotage future tech and resist the Syndicate's strong-arm tactics. Stage a general strike to force the city to crack down on rogue traders.
Beat Crassus at his own game by cornering the oyster market first. Flood the market with your own supply via time travel, tanking prices and ruining his monopoly.
Cut a deal with Ostreida, brokering a compromise where oysters and humans can coexist across history. Use her power to threaten Crassus into surrendering.
Rescue the Muculent Sibyl and convince her to aid you with her prescient visions. Navigate the fluctuating timeways to always stay one step ahead of Crassus and his goons.
INTRO
The detect clam spell is a peculiar and rather niche magical incantation, one that has puzzled many a wizard over the years. At first glance, it may seem an utterly useless and absurd spell - what need could anyone possibly have to detect clams? Yet to those with an eye for the strange and obscure, the true power of this spell becomes evident.
STATBLOCK
Detect Clam
1st-level divination
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: Self
Components: V, S, M (a small pearl)
Duration: Concentration, up to 10 minutes
You attune your senses to the presence of clams, both mundane and extraordinary, within a 60-foot radius. For the duration, you can sense the location of any clams, their approximate size and number, and whether they are burrowed, open, or moving. This spell does not reveal any information about the contents of the clams, merely their physical presence.
Additionally, the spell grants you a +2 bonus to Perception checks to spot clams.
TACTICS/USAGE
This spell may seem utterly useless at first glance, but in the hands of a clever adventurer, it can prove surprisingly versatile. While it won't help you find hidden treasures or uncover ancient secrets, detect clam has its uses.
Perhaps a group of adventurers is tasked with locating a rare and valuable pearl that was lost when a ship sank off the coast. With detect clam, they can quickly sweep the seafloor and pinpoint the location of any clams, increasing their chances of finding the pearl. Or maybe the party needs to navigate a treacherous tidal area, and detect clam can warn them of any hidden clam beds that could trap the unwary.
The possibilities, though narrow, are there for the enterprising mind.
hi I'm from your pseudo-medieval fantasy city. yeah. you forgot to put farms around us. we have very impressive walls and stuff but everyone here is starving. the hero showed up here as part of his quest and we killed and ate him
yeah umm actually everyone kinda lives, inside.. the walls yeah. no yeah theres not any surrounding farming communities or villages to levy taxes from so we're pretty much just in a stone pit all together. Theres a massive stone castle tho! where did the infrastructure for the stone quarring come from? I dont know... Evil wizard maybe?
Imagine a craggy hill, upon which perches an austere, mighty city with walls reaching so high they claw at the heavens—yes, like a challenge to the gods themselves. The Fortress-City of Highstone. Now, Highstone isn't your typical settlement with dainty farmlands and merry peasants frolicking about; no, this beast of stone was forged through the dark whims of a sorcerer most foul, or perhaps a curse so ancient that its origin lies buried with the forgotten dead.
Within, life teems in claustrophobic abundance. Markets buzz in narrow streets, the trade goods strangely exotic, hinting at an underbelly of thriving underground contacts rather than rural trade. Mushroom stalls and algae vats are the staple—obtained from vast subterranean farms carved into the very bedrock by ancestors sharp enough to realize that soil wasn't the only growing medium. The livestock consist of blind cave critters and rooftop pigeon coops, filling in for the typical ox and plow.
But where does the wealth for such grandeur come from if not from taxed villages? Simple, my friend; the secret lies with the Throne of Unseen Masters—the ruling conclave with knowledge so profane that coins spill from their cryptic endeavors. They possess exclusive rights to the stone, a peculiar, nearly indestructible black rock known only here as Nachtite, quarried from deeper than one might think the world could hold. This rock, said to be the ossified blood of a dead god, coveted across the realms for its nigh-unbreakable nature. Trade caravans, under dreadful contracts and curses for secrecy, snake from Highstone's gates, laden with raw Nachtite to barter with the wide world beyond.
As for water? That's the wizard's touch—a marvel of engineering transpired through eldritch manipulation of aquifers; ensorcelled springs bubble through conduits that the dwarves of yesteryear would balk at. And waste? Well, that's a tale for another day, but if you smell brimstone in the night, know that the Alchemists' Guild is doing its dubious part.
A military fortress? To some extent. The city’s apex holds a castle so formidable that legends claim it was never built by the hands of men, but rather summoned, whole and complete, from the arcane ether by the Sorcerer-King Dravenholt, who desired a kingdom that could never be breached. Alas, the king has long since passed into shadow, perhaps consumed by his own twisted sorceries, and all that's left is the dark patina of his legacy, enshrouding the place.
So you see, despite the citizens leading somewhat peculiar lives, penned within stony confines, it's a life rich in mystery, commerce, and unspoken power—cultivated not by sunlight and hoe, but by shadow and spell. Not a soul within would speak ill of their vaulted battlements, for they are Highstone and Highstone is they. Isolation be damned, they thrive, even if the method of such is steeped in a history most dire.
Do let me know if there's more to this that might catch your interest, or if any other darkened corners of your mind yearn for elucidation.
Below are three statblocks for Living Armors in the style of Dungeon Meshi - colonial mollusks living in between the plates of suits of armor.
AD&D/OSR
Pathfinder
D&D 5e
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AD&D/OSR:
In the shadowed corners of forsaken ruins and rust-eaten dungeons, the clatter of metal hints at a menace unlike any other. Behold the colonial mollusks, a curious form of life that thrives unseen within the hollows of abandoned armor. Individually, they are but soft-bodied creatures, seeking refuge within iron shells. Yet together, they achieve a bizarre unity of purpose, moving the armor as if it were their own body. The elder colonies, more ambitious and adorned, shift into grander armaments, echoing the vanity of hermit crabs in their endless quest for the perfect shell. With clusters of their kind nestled in helms to serve as scouts and sentries, they seem nothing more than empty suits of armor, save for the rare, ghastly glimpse of a tentacle through a visor. Woe betide the unwary adventurer who trespasses during their mating season, for the living armor, normally docile, turns fiercely protective of its nascent brood. STATBLOCK Living Armor (Colonial Mollusk)
Armor Class: 2 (due to the hard metal armor)
Hit Points: 5d8 (individual mollusks within have 1 hp each, but damaging them requires piercing the armor)
Movement: 20' (6')
Attack: 1 weapon attack (by weapon type, typically 1d8 for a sword)
Damage: By weapon type
Special Attacks: None
Special Defenses: Regeneration – Any "killed" armor piece regenerates in 3d4 rounds as mollusks pull it back together. True death only comes if all mollusks are killed or armor is completely destroyed.
Magic Resistance: Standard
Size: M (6'+ tall)
Alignment: Neutral
Intelligence: Animal (cluster intelligence when acting as a colony)
Pathfinder:
In the derelict halls of forgotten crypts, adventurers whisper of armor that moves of its own volition, clanking and grinding with the eerie echo of non-life. Yet, within these metallic shells are not spirits nor necromantic energies, but a clever congregation of colonial mollusks, thriving unseen. The Mollusk Armor, as it's known by those few who've peered beneath its guise, is an ecology unto itself—a symbiotic assembly of creatures that have found unity in animating the empty husks of warriors long gone. The eldest of these colonies sport grotesque, calcareous growths, a grim heraldry only nature could craft.
STATBLOCK
Mollusk Armor
N Medium vermin (colony)
Init +0; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +0
DEFENSE
AC 20, touch 10, flat-footed 20 (+10 natural, armor varies)
hp 45 (7d8+14)
Fort +7, Ref +2, Will +2
Defensive Abilities: Armor Reformation, All-Around Vision; DR 5/slashing; Immune mind-affecting effects
OFFENSE
Speed 20 ft.
Melee Weapon Attack (e.g., longsword) +8 (1d8+3/19-20), Slam +3 (1d6+1)
Space 5 ft.; Reach 5 ft.
STATISTICS
Str 16, Dex 10, Con 14, Int —, Wis 10, Cha 1
Base Atk +5; CMB +8; CMD 18
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Armor Reformation (Ex): When a Mollusk Armor is reduced to 0 hit points, the mollusks within quickly retreat and begin reassembling their protective shell. After 1d4+1 rounds, the Mollusk Armor re-forms with half its maximum hit points. Destroying the armor or exposing the mollusks to salt water prevents this reformation.
All-Around Vision (Ex): The colony's mollusks are well-distributed within the armor, especially in the helmet, giving the Mollusk Armor a 360-degree field of vision. This makes it immune to flanking and sneak attacks.
D&D 5e:
In the twisted corridors of an abandoned citadel, a clanking sound echoes with a rhythm as precise as clockwork. A suit of armor, ornate and bearing the scars of many battles, patrols the area. But within this iron carapace, a colony of intelligent mollusks lurks, controlling the metal shell as one. These creatures, resembling nautiluses with their soft bodies and tentacles, have bound together, forming a collective consciousness that animates the armor. Their helmet-cluster acts as the brain, with the visor serving as their all-seeing eyes. The older the colony, the more grand the armor they command, sometimes adorned with intimidating spikes or gilded edges. Beware the mating season, for during these desperate times they will fiercely attack anyone who ventures too close to their hidden brood. STATBLOCKLiving Armor ColonyMedium swarm of Tiny monstrosities (colonial mollusks), unaligned
Armor Class: 18 (plate armor)
Hit Points: 60 (8d8 + 24)
Speed: 25 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|------|-----|-----|-----|-----|-----|
| 16 (+3)| 11 (+0)| 16 (+3)| 3 (-4)| 10 (+0)| 1 (-5)|
Skills: Perception +2
Damage Immunities: poison, psychic; bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing from nonmagical attacks not made with adamantine weapons
Senses: blindsight 60 ft. (blind beyond this radius), passive Perception 12
Languages: —
Challenge: 5 (1,800 XP)
Traits
Regeneration. The Living Armor regains 10 hit points at the start of its turn. If the Living Armor takes fire damage, this trait doesn't function at the start of the Living Armor's next turn. The Living Armor dies only if it starts its turn with 0 hit points and doesn't regenerate.
Mollusk Vulnerability. When exposed to fire damage, the Living Armor has disadvantage on all saving throws and its Regeneration trait is suppressed for 1d4 rounds.
Immutable Form. The Living Armor is immune to any spell or effect that would alter its form.
False Appearance. While the Living Armor remains motionless, it is indistinguishable from a normal suit of armor.
Shell Game. If a piece of the Living Armor is removed or destroyed, the mollusks inside can use their action to reassemble or replace the piece, restoring the Living Armor to its full hit points.
Actions
Multiattack. The Living Armor makes two melee attacks.
Longsword. Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 8 (1d8 + 2) slashing damage, or 9 (1d10 + 2) slashing damage if used with two hands.
Shield Bash. Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one creature. Hit: 6 (1d8 + 2) bludgeoning damage, and the target must succeed on a DC 12 Strength saving throw or be knocked prone.
In the festering swamps, where the fog obscures the line between life and death, swampdoggies skulk. Born from the marsh's vile magic, these abominations are human skeletons twisted into canine shapes, adorned with smashed visages grotesquely resembling a pug's. A putrid mix of bone and tar, these hunters are relentless, stalking adventurers with a malice that borders on personal. When you encounter a swampdoggy, it's not the end—it's a harrowing beginning of a relentless game of predator and prey. STATBLOCK Swampdoggy
Medium undead, neutral evil
Armor Class: 16 (natural armor)
Hit Points: 85 (9d8 + 45)
Speed: 40 ft., climb 40 ft.
STR|DEX|CON|INT|WIS|CHA
---|---|---|---|---|---
12 (+1)|18 (+4)|20 (+5)|7 (-2)|12 (+1)|10 (+0)
Saving Throws: Dex +8, Wis +5
Damage Resistances: bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing from nonmagical attacks
Damage Immunities: poison, exhaustion
Condition Immunities: poisoned, exhaustion
Senses: darkvision 120 ft., passive Perception 11
Languages: understands the languages it knew in life but can't speak
Challenge: 6 (2,300 XP)
Sticky Carapace. The swampdoggy is covered in a viscous tar-like substance that allows it to climb difficult surfaces, including upside down, without needing to make an ability check.
Undying Pursuit. The swampdoggy has advantage on saving throws against spells and other effects that would alter its form or teleport it against its will. When reduced to 0 hit points, it collapses into a pile of tar and bones, only to reconstitute at half its maximum hit points in 1d4+1 hours unless its remains are sprinkled with holy water and then burned.
Nightmare Persistence. Once the swampdoggy has chosen a quarry, it can sense their direction and distance as long as they remain within the same plane of existence and within 10 miles.
Harrier of the Weary. At the start of each of its turns, the swampdoggy can choose one target it can see within 60 feet. That target must make a DC 16 Constitution saving throw or lose the benefits of their next short rest, as nightmares of the swampdoggy haunt them.
ACTIONS
Multiattack. The swampdoggy makes two attacks: one with its bite and one with its claws.
Bite. Melee Weapon Attack: +8 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 12 (2d8 + 4) piercing damage.
Claws. Melee Weapon Attack: +8 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 10 (2d6 + 4) slashing damage.
Corrode Supplies (Recharge 5-6). The swampdoggy targets one container of supplies within 30 feet, such as a backpack or a bag of holding. The targeted container and everything inside it must make a DC 16 Constitution saving throw or become coated in corrosive slime, rendering all food spoiled and nonmagical potions ineffective. Magical items must succeed on a DC 16 Wisdom saving throw or lose their magical properties until cleaned with a mixture of holy water and silver dust.
AD&D
INTRO
Picture this: the foul stench of rotting vegetation is thick in the swamp air. Above, clouds smother the light, rendering the waters and mires a canvas of perpetual twilight. The marsh is silent, save for the occasional croak of a distant frog. That's when you hear it—the clatter of bones, a wet slapping against the muck, and a low, gurgling growl. Before you stands the swampdoggy, an undead abomination born of stagnant curses and the darkest swamp magic. Its skeletal form, a grotesque mockery of life, elongates and contorts as it moves, limbs snapping and re-knitting in a display of horrific flexibility. The bones seem to ooze with a tarry substance that lets the creature adhere to surfaces with unnatural ease. It's an abomination of persistence, a relentless hunter that stalks its prey until exhaustion claims them. STATBLOCK
Swampdoggy
Frequency: Rare
No. Appearing: 1-4
Armor Class: 4
Move: 12'' (24'' climbing)
Hit Dice: 6
% in Lair: 10%
Treasure Type: Nil
No. of Attacks: 2 claws/1 bite
Damage/Attack: 1-4/1-4/1-6
Special Attacks: Relentless Pursuit, Harrowing Howl, Bone Meld
Special Defenses: Regeneration, Tarry Hide
Magic Resistance: Standard
Intelligence: Animalistic
Alignment: Chaotic evil
Size: M (5-7 ft. long)
Psionic Ability: Nil
Relentless Pursuit: Once a swampdoggy has locked onto the scent of its prey, it cannot be deterred. It will find the most direct path to its quarry, ignoring all but the most severe damage. Every time a party attempts to rest, roll 1d6. On a roll of 4-6, the swampdoggy has found them, resulting in a harrowing chase instead of rest.
Harrowing Howl: As a free action, once per day, the swampdoggy can release a terrifying howl that resonates with the primal fear of being hunted. All who hear it must make a Save vs. Spells or be unable to gain the benefits of rest for the next 8 hours due to anxiety and unrest.
Bone Meld: Swampdoggies can splinter and scatter their bones, appearing to 'die', only to reassemble themselves 1d4+1 rounds later at full health, unless their remains are consecrated or burned.
Regeneration: Swampdoggies regenerate 1 HP per round due to the dark magic that animates them and the sticky substance that coats their bones.
Tarry Hide: The sticky, tar-like substance that coats their bones allows swampdoggies to climb virtually any surface, including upside-down across ceilings, and squeeze through any space at least 1 foot in diameter.
Dgg bot I have one more request, Could you write in the fifth edition rules, a cleric domain of winter storms, firesides and charity called Domain of Caprice, as well as a 1st level feature, 2 additional spells each through 1st and 5th level and a channel divinity feature?
