The Grendel Spawn
The dying girl tasted so sweet, her blood a mix of copper and oranges; the heroin coursing through her veins giving her tissues a delicate spicy taste. Gwendolyne let the young prostitute’s limp, desiccated body drop onto the motel’s blood splattered cotton sheets. She looked down at her handiwork, enjoying the body’s final twitches, and smiled broadly with her sharks mouth. Gwen concentrated for a second, and her multiple rows tiny arrow head teeth receded back into her palate, and she wiped the dead girl’s delicious blood from her lips. Satisfied, the creature in the elegant form of a Washington DC ad executive turned to glance at herself in the mirror, make sure she had removed all the offending blood when…
Thud, THUD, THUDDDD!
Footsteps, running. Up the metal stairs leading to this very dingy motel room. Gwen sighed in frustration and squeezed her brows shut in concentration. Five, no six men, all large, and carrying heavy gear. She could pick out the jingling of ammo clips in web belts, of smoke grenade pins tinkling against Kevlar. So, was it DCPD or the FBI’s SWAT team. It didn’t matter. Gwen was still hungry.
She opened her mouth wide, letting her many fangs grow within her gums. The motel room went dim and cold; the black hole in her belly sucked the light away from the room. The murdered whore’s blood flowed upwards, towards Gwen’s horribly transformed lips, and the monster smiled again. The door exploded inward, and flash bangs did their level best to blind the strangely beautiful creature.
As the grenade blew, Gwendolyne leapt, shrieking like a panther. She pounced on the first black garbed trooper through the door, her teeth ripping apart his Kevlar like candyfloss, and digging into the meaty shoulder below. Someone else was shooting, and Gewn caught two in the lungs. She grunted slightly.
She didn’t care.
After all, she’d feed. She’d heal.
She always healed.
And she always fed.
Thud, THUD, THUDDDD!
Footsteps, running. Up the metal stairs leading to this very dingy motel room. Gwen sighed in frustration and squeezed her brows shut in concentration. Five, no six men, all large, and carrying heavy gear. She could pick out the jingling of ammo clips in web belts, of smoke grenade pins tinkling against Kevlar. So, was it DCPD or the FBI’s SWAT team. It didn’t matter. Gwen was still hungry.
She opened her mouth wide, letting her many fangs grow within her gums. The motel room went dim and cold; the black hole in her belly sucked the light away from the room. The murdered whore’s blood flowed upwards, towards Gwen’s horribly transformed lips, and the monster smiled again. The door exploded inward, and flash bangs did their level best to blind the strangely beautiful creature.
As the grenade blew, Gwendolyne leapt, shrieking like a panther. She pounced on the first black garbed trooper through the door, her teeth ripping apart his Kevlar like candyfloss, and digging into the meaty shoulder below. Someone else was shooting, and Gewn caught two in the lungs. She grunted slightly.
She didn’t care.
After all, she’d feed. She’d heal.
She always healed.
And she always fed.
In unquenchable hunger, there is un-deflatable strength. Grendel Spawn are the world’s ultimate predator, a cunning and bloodthirsty omnivore designed to bring down the most dangerous (and most delicious) prey: homo sapiens.
Grendel Spawn are deadly aberrations that seem to draw on the primal nature of hunger itself. Their chainsaw-like maws can shred bone and tissue, and they posses an entire host of deadly gifts. As the Grendel Spawn ages, a pinpoint singularity opens in her belly: soon nothing can escape her mouth. Steel and magic alike fall to the Grendel Spawn, and when she hungers, not even light can escape her.
Included in this Advanced Class are a host of new abilities, eight new feats and all the information required to introduce these deadly predators into your D20 Modern game!
Written by Chris A. Field.
Artwork by Anthony Cournoyer.
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