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What should we do with Slaymate (Dungeons & Dragons)?
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Debbie Twice-Born
“Enraged” © deviantArt user TheBoyofCheese
[This character was an NPC from my Age of Worms game, one of Filge’s undead minions after @canwefixitnoitsfucked took Filge from NPC to PC. Debbie’s name and personality were references to “Manos” the Hands of Fate; in that movie, Debbie is the poorly-dubbed little girl who gets turned into one of the undead. Debbie was much more of a joke character than a useful one, although Filge did keep her in a papoose to use her pale aura until she got too fragile to survive the kinds of AoEs they were dealing with. And since I brought Filge back as a weird mutant, I figured Debbie should get the same treatment.
The music box I refer to in the gear is new, but I think it fits well with the character. I assembled a whole huge soundtrack for Age of Worms, and both Filge and reality warping stuff were associated with Philip Glass music. Specifically, Filge’s themes were all taken from the Dracula score. So Debbie’s music box plays the theme from Candyman. ]
Debbie Twice-Born CR 16 CE Undead This young woman has a slight build with powerful and lean muscles, shorter than average but no less strong for it. Her hair is tousled and blonde, and her eyes are black pits looking over a mouth full of sharp, crooked teeth. She carries a bloodstained axe with practiced ease.
Debbie Twice-Born is Filge’s “daughter”. She is a slaymate, created from the daughter of a woman who Filge loved. The woman scorned Filge for his cruelty, and she and her daughter both died from a plague that Filge could easily have saved them from. Through Filge’s adventures, Debbie was quiet and distracted, complaining about the cold of death, and frequently looking for a lost puppy that may or may not have ever existed. When Filge was fragged by his own party, Debbie escaped, and wandered around Alhaster during the short lived Age of Worms on Oerth. When Kyuss died, the waves of powerful negative energy that suffused the region caused her to “grow up”, as it were, and advance from a child of about eight years old to a young woman of eighteen or so. Of course, she was still dead, and still crazy. But now much more dangerous.
Debbie Twice-Born spent a few months as a recreational serial killer before entering the Wormwarrens and finding her equally transformed “father” there. Filge now uses Debbie as his primary agent in the wider world, committing assassinations for him, gathering useful supplies and spying on his former allies. As her powers have grown, Filge has given her a longer leash, and she has made multiple excursions to alternate realities through the depths of the Shadow Plane.
Debbie’s latest excursions have brought her to Castle Xyntillian, where she is a guest of honor and mutually exploited. Debbie has considered merely butchering Aristide Malevol and stealing his role as head of the family, but knows that without finding and destroying his phylactery, that that would be a fool’s errand. Likewise, Aristide is happy to have a powerful pet assassin on hand who is ultimately disposable to him, but also wants to pick her brain about Filge’s exploits, powers and resources. Debbie is somewhat scatterbrained and never paid much attention to the technical details of necromancy, leaving such conversations a source of frustration for the Patriarch Lich. As far as actual friends within the family, Debbie Twice-Born gets along well with Hubert Malevol the Hunter, whose enormous kennels of mundane, monstrous and undead hounds give her plenty of doggies to play with.
Phlegethon
She: dark-eyed, a dove, Young and honey-tressed, A bitter orange, a drop of cream; Spoiled but not unkind, Awake but not yet seeing The bars on her gold cage.
He: an angel's face, Saturnine, sardonic; A silver spoon, an iron fist, Mettle hard, but brittle-- A man unbent, for too long Captain of his ship.
They: alive, adrift Like ashes on the wind. Swallowed whole, two Jonahs in the dark, Wary and weary-eyed, Sights trained on the horizon Watching for a dove.
In honor of @slaymate’s birthday, a poem inspired by her Hades and Persephone au. Happy birthday, dear!
moodboards: @slaymate‘s 20′s AU Hades and Persephone
“...a little lonely child Lost in Hell,—Persephone, Take her head upon your knee; Say to her, ‘My dear, my dear, It is not so dreadful here.’”
Say, say, oh, slaymate Come out and slay with me And bring your daggers three Climb up my viper tree Cry down my blood barrel Slide down my dungeon door And we'll be jolly fiends Forevermore
Slaymate
Image by Emmanuelle Hunter, © Wizards of the Coast. Accessed via the Libris Mortis Art Gallery here
[So let me tell you a story. When I was an undergraduate, I ran the Dungeon Magazine Adventure Path Age of Worms. One of the NPCs in the path, Filge the necromancer, ended up becoming an ally of the PCs and eventually a PC himself, played by @canwefixitnoitsfucked. Filge-as-PC had a slaymate. Her name was Debbie. All of her dialogue was quotes from the character of the same name from “Manos” the Hands of Fate. Muttering about being cold, asking where her puppy was, that sort of thing.]
Slaymate
This human child has blank, black eyes and her skin has a slug-like sheen. She opens her mouth far too wide, a toothy maw that splits her head from ear to ear.
Slaymates are the undead remnants of children who died due to a parent’s betrayal. As such, they often seek out other creatures to serve as their new “parents”, such as necromancers or larger, stronger undead. Both spellcasters and the walking dead appreciate the slaymate’s abilities to bolster their trades and serve to protect the pathetic, horrific slaymate in exchange for these powers. A slaymate’s behavior reflects a disturbing innocence and their cruelty is that of children pulling off an insect’s legs.
Slaymates vary in height and weight as children do, averaging three and a half feet. Rumors persist of rare slaymates “growing up” due to the blessing of gods or fiendish lords of undeath—these adult slaymates have the giant simple template and are frequently necromancers or clerics of evil deities.
A slaymate can be created by a create undead spell cast at caster level 14th. Only a caster with at least three metamagic feats can create a slaymate.
happy birthday @slaymate!
moodboard inspired by her hades and persephone