RangerWickett
Legend
In one (unfortunately short-lived) campaign I had, part of the setting backstory was that cats did indeed rule the world in an earlier era, before being deposed. In the second adventure of the game, the party explored an underground research library that had been run by a town local, and within were all manner of occult items -- bottled homonculi, alchemical poisons, maps scribed in demonic tongues -- and then there was the book.
The book was tiny and quaint, bound in red leather, lying open on a stone shelf in the corner of the room, surrounded by six layers of binding circles. The page of the book that lay open was very Myst-like. There was text on one side, and an image on the other, the image of a small homestead in a lush wilderness, with a cat casually spinning a spit over a cookfire, roasting a mouse he had caught. When the cat saw them looking into his book, he politely introduced himself as Agunn.
They asked him why he was in a book, and he said that he had come here to hide from when the humans had tried to kill all the cats. When asked why the book was protected by binding circles, he smiled and said that the man who had lived here had been very cautious about all things elder and mysterious; they had gotten along and had conversations, but the man had never trusted him. Then the group asked him if they should trust him and let him out. He replied of course they should. After all, he's just a cat. What harm could he do?
So they let him out.
For the next three sessions (all I had before the campaign ended), all they ever saw Agunn do was groom himself, play with strings, and act in all manners like a cat, except that he could talk and had telekinesis that allowed him to manipulate objects. But they knew something was up.
When they were robbed by gnomish gypsies, the group tracked down the gypsy caravan and demanded compensation. A fight broke out, with the party attacking from the front of the gypsy caravan. Oddly, no reinforcements came from the back few wagons. When the fight ended, they went to see what had happened, all the gnomes in those wagons were dead, their throats torn open or their necks snapped.
And outside, sitting in the grass, was Agunn, licking himself clean. Only a small hint of red on one paw marred his otherwise pristine coat.
The book was tiny and quaint, bound in red leather, lying open on a stone shelf in the corner of the room, surrounded by six layers of binding circles. The page of the book that lay open was very Myst-like. There was text on one side, and an image on the other, the image of a small homestead in a lush wilderness, with a cat casually spinning a spit over a cookfire, roasting a mouse he had caught. When the cat saw them looking into his book, he politely introduced himself as Agunn.
They asked him why he was in a book, and he said that he had come here to hide from when the humans had tried to kill all the cats. When asked why the book was protected by binding circles, he smiled and said that the man who had lived here had been very cautious about all things elder and mysterious; they had gotten along and had conversations, but the man had never trusted him. Then the group asked him if they should trust him and let him out. He replied of course they should. After all, he's just a cat. What harm could he do?
So they let him out.
For the next three sessions (all I had before the campaign ended), all they ever saw Agunn do was groom himself, play with strings, and act in all manners like a cat, except that he could talk and had telekinesis that allowed him to manipulate objects. But they knew something was up.
When they were robbed by gnomish gypsies, the group tracked down the gypsy caravan and demanded compensation. A fight broke out, with the party attacking from the front of the gypsy caravan. Oddly, no reinforcements came from the back few wagons. When the fight ended, they went to see what had happened, all the gnomes in those wagons were dead, their throats torn open or their necks snapped.
And outside, sitting in the grass, was Agunn, licking himself clean. Only a small hint of red on one paw marred his otherwise pristine coat.
