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October Monster a Day 10/14/23

Strawberry Legendary Plucker

The Rightful Heir. Everyone in the kingdom has heard the tale of a strawberry blond princess who was snatched by the fair folk because she wandered around from her keepers following pretty spider webs among the flowers. It’s a cautionary yarn to keep children at their mother’s skirts. It may also be a true story but like so many others, distorted in fiction. What is true, is that a strawberry-haired plucker wearing a crown of rusted iron and spiderwebs has returned to the land. Wearing a tattered gown and a vicious smile, Strawberry sets herself far apart from other pluckers. She and her ‘court’, other pluckers and lesser fey, have begun a guerilla war within the kingdom’s cities with a clear intent to usurp the government. Does she merely seek to take back what was once hers, or does she have an even more sinister motive? Either way, the waning court clearly fears her as well and they do not fear much. However, never think the enemy of mine enemy is your friend where Strawberry is concerned.

Strawberry

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October Monster-a-Day 10/13/23

Putrid Pete

Despised by his comrades and his opponents alike, Putrid Pete fully supports his wicked duke and acts as a violent commissar among the lessionaire ranks. He’s caved many fey fodder’s heads in for cowardice or speaking against Lord Fallowfields. His frequent fratricide grants him the favor of the bastard noble and as such he was gifted Gangrene, an oversized morningstar crafted from an eternally rotting manticore’s tail. Gangrene carries a potent version of the disease all lessionaries are carriers of; Harvest Rot. Over time, his power has only grown and the lesser fey soldiers follow his orders to the letter without complaint. They don’t want to be made an explosive example to motivate others. Like his peers, Putrid Pete wears ill-kept leathers into battle, soiled by his seeping wounds.

Putrid Pete

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October Monster a Day #2

Hagbeetle

The size of a horse and covered in offal-brown chitin specked with green, the hagbeetle’s insectoid face lays hidden under a wide, armored plate. Said plate looks like a crone’s face, stretched horrifically wide complete with a crooked nose of a horn and beady eyes – which are actually the bug’s. Its antennae and the sensory hair around it form a grey, scraggly mane. The ‘face’ parts, revealing sharp mandibles whenever the hagbeetle bites its prey or hisses. That bone-jarring sound reminds one of the raspy, ravenous breathing of a hag.

Hagbeetle

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Records from the Charnel House

A horrific abomination, the zombie known as Rust Maw hunted before Death swept the Kingdom and still does so to this day. Of course, now its quarry is something different altogether. No one is quite sure how its lower jaw was replaced with a rusted beartrap, or just how deep the attached chain goes into its gullet. However, it gives the shambler one hell of a bit. Worse yet, it turns lesser zombies into 'living' traps. Exploding in a rain of gore, the zombies stifle prey trying to run away. Then Rust Maw and its hanger-on's feast.

Rust Maw

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Records from the Charnel House.

Long kept on display in the Royal Museum, this preserved giant's corpse was pulled out of a tarpit with a great of its blackened flesh attached. At the time, it was thought to have been an esteemed member of a now-defunct tribe of giants that once ruled the region. Ever since Death swept the Region, it is a lumber pile of oozing tar, hunger, and a great deal more rotting flesh that is not its own. Each creature it absorbs adds more 'muscle' mass to the giant zombie, their warped, slick bodies filling out the regal form that once was.

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