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<blockquote data-quote="Aeolius" data-source="post: 5405643" data-attributes="member: 2072">As the party enters the Pale Land, the night is young and the moon is full. They see before them a peaceful land; small earthen cottages surrounded by lush farmland. Though darkness has fallen, you see dozens of farmers out tending their crops.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; “Evenin’,” a lone farmer nods as he pulls his cart slowly towards the party. &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; You notice his crop, a cartful of turnips, glistens in the shimmering moonlight. The pale farmer notices the attention and smiles, exposing glistening fangs.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; “A special hybrid crop, m’lord.” he explains “Long ago our benefactor, Lady Mandragora, taught us the secret of squeezing blood from the turnip. We have not feasted directly upon man since that day.”&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; As the party explores the small village, they find the nocturnal vegetarians to be gracious hosts. A select population of the living also enjoys the bounty of the Pale Land. A small number of half-vampires are also in evidence, here.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The party begins to wonder about the effect of the blood turnips, upon the typically bloodthirsty undead. The vampires seem quiet and happy, if not a bit lethargic. When they inevitably ask about Lady Mandragora, they are led to the center of the village where a centuries-old cemetery surrounds a most ancient oak.DM’S NOTES: It is true that the vampires have not fed directly upon human stock in many years. Any living newcomers to the village are treated with dignity, before being charmed by Lady Mandragora - a dryad who dwells within the Oak of Ages within the cemetery. Long ago, she taught the vampires how to plant turnip seeds atop fresh graves, to draw sustenance from the vegetables. The resulting crops robbed the vampires of their desire to hunt, draining them of their ravenous nature, and sapping their free will. All she asks in return, is the custody of any half-vampire girls born of the union of living and undead. No one knows what becomes of these children.&nbsp; For inspiration, look to the town of Spectre in the movie &quot;Big Fish&quot;.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Aeolius, post: 5405643, member: 2072"] As the party enters the Pale Land, the night is young and the moon is full. They see before them a peaceful land; small earthen cottages surrounded by lush farmland. Though darkness has fallen, you see dozens of farmers out tending their crops. “Evenin’,” a lone farmer nods as he pulls his cart slowly towards the party. You notice his crop, a cartful of turnips, glistens in the shimmering moonlight. The pale farmer notices the attention and smiles, exposing glistening fangs. “A special hybrid crop, m’lord.” he explains “Long ago our benefactor, Lady Mandragora, taught us the secret of squeezing blood from the turnip. We have not feasted directly upon man since that day.” As the party explores the small village, they find the nocturnal vegetarians to be gracious hosts. A select population of the living also enjoys the bounty of the Pale Land. A small number of half-vampires are also in evidence, here. The party begins to wonder about the effect of the blood turnips, upon the typically bloodthirsty undead. The vampires seem quiet and happy, if not a bit lethargic. When they inevitably ask about Lady Mandragora, they are led to the center of the village where a centuries-old cemetery surrounds a most ancient oak. DM’S NOTES: It is true that the vampires have not fed directly upon human stock in many years. Any living newcomers to the village are treated with dignity, before being charmed by Lady Mandragora - a dryad who dwells within the Oak of Ages within the cemetery. Long ago, she taught the vampires how to plant turnip seeds atop fresh graves, to draw sustenance from the vegetables. The resulting crops robbed the vampires of their desire to hunt, draining them of their ravenous nature, and sapping their free will. All she asks in return, is the custody of any half-vampire girls born of the union of living and undead. No one knows what becomes of these children. For inspiration, look to the town of Spectre in the movie "Big Fish". [/QUOTE]

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