dastardly idea, need input


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Mystery Man said:
Isnt there a monster or spirit in the MM2 or Feind Folio (3E) that does that?

Sort of like a floating party that never ends?

One of the outer planes is like that afaik. There's a big revel going on. If you're not at home there, you get drawn into it, but get no sustenance, so you go down partying. It's a fey realm, Arborea or something, or one of its layers.
 

Shadeus said:
Instead of christmas carols, I would to a funeral dirge...like it is a huge group of mourners. And instead of having a person come up with the "curse," why not make it a curse item? Maybe a bard is at the center of it all who grabbed a cursed lute? or maybe there an intelligent and malevolent magical instrument that is seeking to cause mayhem.

Maybe instead of a lute, it could be a jingle bell. :D

** ducks for cover **


or you could the age old "Cursed Magical Flute"

instead of drawing the rats out of town, the bard takes the kids....or everyone in this case.
 

Mystery Man said:
Isnt there a monster or spirit in the MM2 or Feind Folio (3E) that does that?

Sort of like a floating party that never ends?


and the other idea similar to this is "the Hunt"

where you join in as the prey. ;)
 

It's the Pied Piper of Hommlet, leading away the villagers to become slaves in his undead army! The villagers keep singing until every bit of life force is sucked from them, and then they rise again as wights, who sing along in soundless accompaniment.

Eventually, if the song gets large enough, it takes on a will of its own, threatening to depopulate the entire region. Only the red-suited elves of the Northern Reaches and their army of celestial reindeer have the power to stop it!
 

It's a disease. One hour incubation, and instead of a damage effect, it has a suggestion effect ("go join the carollers ... looks like fun ...").
 


Olgar Shiverstone said:
It's the Pied Piper of Hommlet, leading away the villagers to become slaves in his undead army! The villagers keep singing until every bit of life force is sucked from them, and then they rise again as wights, who sing along in soundless accompaniment.

Eventually, if the song gets large enough, it takes on a will of its own, threatening to depopulate the entire region. Only the red-suited elves of the Northern Reaches and their army of celestial reindeer have the power to stop it!

Only the jolly old elven leader wears red, all his helpers wear green. And one wants to be a dentist!
 


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