Undead Origins
Voadam
Legend
Dungeon 183
Dungeon 183
4e
Yarnath Mul Lich: Slither, the Crawling Citadel
A mul defiler named Yarnath created this crawling citadel of bone. Yarnath drained his own life in the process to animate the construction, passed into undeath, and became a powerful lich.
Feasting Zombie: ?
Black Reaver Zombie: ?
Salt Zombie: When Yarnath is busy with other projects, however, the captives brought here perish from starvation or predation from the cell keeper ssurran dune mystic and its two belgoi hunter guards. For that reason, the barred portion of the level contains only rotting bodies and a couple of salt zombies that spontaneously formed from the dead captives in this chamber, thanks to Slither’s undead ambience.
A few randomly animated salt zombies lie among the corpses near the bottom of the drop shaft.
Green Arcanian: In the central chamber of the laboratory level is a green arcanian; a corpse that Yarnath animated with a defiling acid spell.
Dread Guardian: ?
Scarecrow Horror: A terrible oni witch that lived in a cave of mirrors once caught seven thieves looting her belongings. To teach them a lesson, this oni disemboweled one of them and stuffed a sackcloth effigy with its entrails; she hooked the thief ’s face onto the effigy’s shoulders and animated the thing with dark magic. When the oni turned her creation on its former companions, they fled in terror throughout her cave. But confounded by the mirrors she had set up, they became lost.
In the end, seven gruesome scarecrows writhed beside the cave entrance, pinned to the stone with iron spikes, their dead human faces possessing black buttons where their eyes once had been.
Dungeon 183
4e
Yarnath Mul Lich: Slither, the Crawling Citadel
A mul defiler named Yarnath created this crawling citadel of bone. Yarnath drained his own life in the process to animate the construction, passed into undeath, and became a powerful lich.
Feasting Zombie: ?
Black Reaver Zombie: ?
Salt Zombie: When Yarnath is busy with other projects, however, the captives brought here perish from starvation or predation from the cell keeper ssurran dune mystic and its two belgoi hunter guards. For that reason, the barred portion of the level contains only rotting bodies and a couple of salt zombies that spontaneously formed from the dead captives in this chamber, thanks to Slither’s undead ambience.
A few randomly animated salt zombies lie among the corpses near the bottom of the drop shaft.
Green Arcanian: In the central chamber of the laboratory level is a green arcanian; a corpse that Yarnath animated with a defiling acid spell.
Dread Guardian: ?
Scarecrow Horror: A terrible oni witch that lived in a cave of mirrors once caught seven thieves looting her belongings. To teach them a lesson, this oni disemboweled one of them and stuffed a sackcloth effigy with its entrails; she hooked the thief ’s face onto the effigy’s shoulders and animated the thing with dark magic. When the oni turned her creation on its former companions, they fled in terror throughout her cave. But confounded by the mirrors she had set up, they became lost.
In the end, seven gruesome scarecrows writhed beside the cave entrance, pinned to the stone with iron spikes, their dead human faces possessing black buttons where their eyes once had been.
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Voadam
Legend
Dungeon 184
Dungeon 184
4e
Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Risen Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Ghoul Ambusher: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Starving Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Mob Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Field Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Howling Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Scarred Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Lacedon: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Beth Harwick: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Echoe of Despair: ?
Echo of Madness: ?
Elisa: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Darien, Ghoul Lord of Hampstead: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead.
Dungeon 184
4e
Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Risen Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Ghoul Ambusher: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Starving Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Mob Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Field Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Howling Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Scarred Ghoul: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Lacedon: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Beth Harwick: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Echoe of Despair: ?
Echo of Madness: ?
Elisa: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead. Twisted by the power of the shard, those he slew shuddered into cursed unlife and hurled themselves at those who had once been their friends and families in a frantic attempt to sate an eternal hunger. In that single night, nearly the entire population was turned or ripped to bloody, screaming shreds, leaving only a handful of desperate survivors to be dragged, thrashing, from their bolt holes in the ensuing days. Soon, only the wailing howls of the risen ghouls sounded over Hampstead.
Darien, Ghoul Lord of Hampstead: Three weeks ago, a young farmer named Darien uncovered a jagged shard of bone while working his fields just outside the city of Hampstead. He pocketed it as an idle curiosity, since the shard seemed to glimmer as if polished, despite the number of cuts and notches that it bore.
An idle curiosity it was not, tragically. The shard was a bit of planar detritus, fallen through the weave of reality to come to rest in the fields near Hampstead. It originated in the stygian depths of the Abyss, in the domain known as the White Kingdom, which is situated within the hellish realm of Thanatos. There the shard had once been part of an unfortunate victim or foolish crusader who met a terrible end at the hands of Doresain, the Ghoul King, Lord of the White Kingdom, and exarch of the demon lord Orcus. After a perfunctory feasting, gnawing, and cracking, Doresain discarded the shattered, leftover remains in short order, but even this passing contact was sufficient to imbue them with a spark of the warping power of the Abyss and an echo, however pale, of the Ghoul King’s immortal hunger.
Soon after finding the shard, Darien was plagued with vivid, gruesome nightmares of flashing teeth, bloody flesh, and an unspeakable hunger as ravenous as it was ageless. The unrelenting visions drove him to seek help as they besieged even his waking mind with terrible images and horrific urges, but he found no respite. After weeks of sanity-sapping mental and spiritual strain, the vile influence proved the stronger, sweeping away all that Darien was in a single, terrifying night of brutal slaughter and depraved feasting as the beast that had been Darien fell upon Hampstead.
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Legend
Dungeon 185
Dungeon 185
4e
Wailing Ghost, Banshee: The Fae Barrow marks the final resting place of Omaphara, the fey warrior maiden and Querelian’s true love. The pair, along with many brave fey warriors, fought the werebeasts here in a pitched battle that raged for many days. In the end, the werebeasts were driven back, but not before they took Omaphara’s life. A grieving Querelian interred his partner here so she could watch over the land she died defending.
Dungeon 185
4e
Wailing Ghost, Banshee: The Fae Barrow marks the final resting place of Omaphara, the fey warrior maiden and Querelian’s true love. The pair, along with many brave fey warriors, fought the werebeasts here in a pitched battle that raged for many days. In the end, the werebeasts were driven back, but not before they took Omaphara’s life. A grieving Querelian interred his partner here so she could watch over the land she died defending.
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Legend
Dungeon 186
Dungeon 186
4e
Undead Spirit Viper: ?
Undead: Ranala and her followers withdrew to the outskirts of the town to find a way to recover the artifact Zaspar had stolen. Instead, they learned that the cultist had already unlocked its magic and used it to siphon energy from the townsfolk to perform some unspeakable ritual involving his wife and his ‘child’. The magic from the now-corrupted relic not only stole life from the people but infected them with a vile disease—when they died, they rose soon after as undead. Worse, anyone who entered the town risked being exposed to the blight.
Mistwatch Blight disease.
Zombie: Mistwatch Blight disease.
Ghoul: Mistwatch Blight disease.
Wight: Mistwatch Blight disease.
Wraith: Mistwatch Blight disease.
The Blight
From where did this disease come? How does it spread? I don’t know. Hells, no one knows. Most blame the strangers. They seem the obvious choice. Mad Bartleby claims it’s punishment from his sickening Chained God for our worship of false deities. Father Tomas also believes it comes from this mysterious god, but to spread suffering and evil. Our noble lord is silent, of course, offering nothing to ease our pains, leading me to wonder if Lord Zaspar might be the true enemy in our midst.
The plague striking Mistwatch is supernatural in origin. It was caused by Zaspar’s abuse of the obsidian disk. The disk is solidified shadow drawn from the Shadowfell to help Mistress Ranala perform her auguries. Cadmus recognized its nature and believed he could release the shadow magic trapped within it to serve as fuel for his own dark rituals. As a side effect, the released shadow magic created a tear in reality, linking Mistwatch to an area in the Shadowfell.
Two consequences resulted from this event. One, Mistwatch now sinks into the Plane of Shadow, where it might be destroyed in the darklands or be transformed into a new domain of dread with Cadmus as its lord. Second, the shadow magic has mutated the normal sickness that spreads through town each winter, turning it into a virulent disease that kills its victims and then changes them into undead creatures.
Mistwatch Blight
Level 11 Disease
Black ichor splotches your skin, spiderwebbing across your body until you feel something inside you begin to die.
Stage 0:
The target recovers from the disease.
Stage 1:
While affected by stage 1, the target takes a –2 penalty to Insight checks and Perception checks. The target also loses a healing surge that cannot be regained until cured of the disease.
Stage 2:
While affected by stage 2, same effect as stage 1, and the target is weakened until cured.
Stage 3:
When affected by stage 3, the target dies. The next day, at sunset, the target rises as an undead creature. Most victims rise as zombies, but more powerful ones can rise as ghouls, wights, or wraiths.
Check:
At the end of each extended rest, the target makes a Endurance check if it is at stage 1 or 2.
12 or Lower: The stage of the disease increases by 1.
13–18: No change.
19 or Higher: The stage of the disease decreases by 1.
Dungeon 186
4e
Undead Spirit Viper: ?
Undead: Ranala and her followers withdrew to the outskirts of the town to find a way to recover the artifact Zaspar had stolen. Instead, they learned that the cultist had already unlocked its magic and used it to siphon energy from the townsfolk to perform some unspeakable ritual involving his wife and his ‘child’. The magic from the now-corrupted relic not only stole life from the people but infected them with a vile disease—when they died, they rose soon after as undead. Worse, anyone who entered the town risked being exposed to the blight.
Mistwatch Blight disease.
Zombie: Mistwatch Blight disease.
Ghoul: Mistwatch Blight disease.
Wight: Mistwatch Blight disease.
Wraith: Mistwatch Blight disease.
The Blight
From where did this disease come? How does it spread? I don’t know. Hells, no one knows. Most blame the strangers. They seem the obvious choice. Mad Bartleby claims it’s punishment from his sickening Chained God for our worship of false deities. Father Tomas also believes it comes from this mysterious god, but to spread suffering and evil. Our noble lord is silent, of course, offering nothing to ease our pains, leading me to wonder if Lord Zaspar might be the true enemy in our midst.
The plague striking Mistwatch is supernatural in origin. It was caused by Zaspar’s abuse of the obsidian disk. The disk is solidified shadow drawn from the Shadowfell to help Mistress Ranala perform her auguries. Cadmus recognized its nature and believed he could release the shadow magic trapped within it to serve as fuel for his own dark rituals. As a side effect, the released shadow magic created a tear in reality, linking Mistwatch to an area in the Shadowfell.
Two consequences resulted from this event. One, Mistwatch now sinks into the Plane of Shadow, where it might be destroyed in the darklands or be transformed into a new domain of dread with Cadmus as its lord. Second, the shadow magic has mutated the normal sickness that spreads through town each winter, turning it into a virulent disease that kills its victims and then changes them into undead creatures.
Mistwatch Blight
Level 11 Disease
Black ichor splotches your skin, spiderwebbing across your body until you feel something inside you begin to die.
Stage 0:
The target recovers from the disease.
Stage 1:
While affected by stage 1, the target takes a –2 penalty to Insight checks and Perception checks. The target also loses a healing surge that cannot be regained until cured of the disease.
Stage 2:
While affected by stage 2, same effect as stage 1, and the target is weakened until cured.
Stage 3:
When affected by stage 3, the target dies. The next day, at sunset, the target rises as an undead creature. Most victims rise as zombies, but more powerful ones can rise as ghouls, wights, or wraiths.
Check:
At the end of each extended rest, the target makes a Endurance check if it is at stage 1 or 2.
12 or Lower: The stage of the disease increases by 1.
13–18: No change.
19 or Higher: The stage of the disease decreases by 1.
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Legend
Dungeon 187
Dungeon 187
4e
Magroth: ?
Undead: Weeks ago, the vampire lich Magroth opened the way into the buried City of the Dead. There, he attempted to complete a ritual to raise the undead hordes and restore Andok Sur to its former glory. Thanks to the intervention of a group of adventurers and an agent of the Raven Queen, Magroth failed. However, the magic he did unleash awakened some of those interred within the buried necropolis.
Flesh-Crazed Zombie: ?
Grasping Zombie: ?
Decrepit Skeleton: ?
Ghoul: ?
Vrikus, Ghoul Boss: ?
Ravenous Ghoul: ?
Raaig Tomb Spirit: In a nearly forgotten age of genocidal warfare, the murderous sorcerer-king Nibenay pursued a fugitive band of elves and gnomes. The fugitives carried with them a seed from a tree of life. They hoped to plant the seed in a place where it might flourish in safety, far from the sorcerer-kings’ destruction. They sought refuge in a small cave system, but Nibenay’s soldiers tracked them there and besieged the cave.
Avor Firesworn, leader of the band, made a fateful decision as Nibenay’s defilers closed in. Drawing on his knowledge of the supposed demigods who ruled parts of Athas at that time, he entered into a covenant with a force that he only dimly understood but perceived as a demigod of death. He and a few of his band swore a binding oath in which they offered their souls in exchange for the chance to protect the seed even after their deaths.
Soon thereafter, Nibenay’s forces stormed the caves and Avor fell, his flesh consumed by defiling magic. The seed, however, lay hidden beneath his remains, and the sorcerer-king’s soldiers did not find it. It was protected by the bargain Avor had struck with the entity from the Gray. Meanwhile, the primal spirits of that place also understood the value of the seed. They, too, were eager to keep it out of any defiler’s hands, but their limited power to intervene was curtailed further by Avor’s bargain.
Victorious in battle but frustrated by their failure to find the tree of life’s seed, Nibenay’s soldiers concluded that the seed had been no more than a rumor, or perhaps that Avor’s flight had been a ruse to draw them away from the real seed’s location. They sealed the cave when they withdrew, to conceal their deeds. Some time later, the spirits of Avor and his followers rose from the dead in fulfillment of their bargain.
Ashen Crawler: In a nearly forgotten age of genocidal warfare, the murderous sorcerer-king Nibenay pursued a fugitive band of elves and gnomes. The fugitives carried with them a seed from a tree of life. They hoped to plant the seed in a place where it might flourish in safety, far from the sorcerer-kings’ destruction. They sought refuge in a small cave system, but Nibenay’s soldiers tracked them there and besieged the cave.
Avor Firesworn, leader of the band, made a fateful decision as Nibenay’s defilers closed in. Drawing on his knowledge of the supposed demigods who ruled parts of Athas at that time, he entered into a covenant with a force that he only dimly understood but perceived as a demigod of death. He and a few of his band swore a binding oath in which they offered their souls in exchange for the chance to protect the seed even after their deaths.
Soon thereafter, Nibenay’s forces stormed the caves and Avor fell, his flesh consumed by defiling magic. The seed, however, lay hidden beneath his remains, and the sorcerer-king’s soldiers did not find it. It was protected by the bargain Avor had struck with the entity from the Gray. Meanwhile, the primal spirits of that place also understood the value of the seed. They, too, were eager to keep it out of any defiler’s hands, but their limited power to intervene was curtailed further by Avor’s bargain.
Victorious in battle but frustrated by their failure to find the tree of life’s seed, Nibenay’s soldiers concluded that the seed had been no more than a rumor, or perhaps that Avor’s flight had been a ruse to draw them away from the real seed’s location. They sealed the cave when they withdrew, to conceal their deeds. Some time later, the spirits of Avor and his followers rose from the dead in fulfillment of their bargain.
Spectral Kirre: In a nearly forgotten age of genocidal warfare, the murderous sorcerer-king Nibenay pursued a fugitive band of elves and gnomes. The fugitives carried with them a seed from a tree of life. They hoped to plant the seed in a place where it might flourish in safety, far from the sorcerer-kings’ destruction. They sought refuge in a small cave system, but Nibenay’s soldiers tracked them there and besieged the cave.
Avor Firesworn, leader of the band, made a fateful decision as Nibenay’s defilers closed in. Drawing on his knowledge of the supposed demigods who ruled parts of Athas at that time, he entered into a covenant with a force that he only dimly understood but perceived as a demigod of death. He and a few of his band swore a binding oath in which they offered their souls in exchange for the chance to protect the seed even after their deaths.
Soon thereafter, Nibenay’s forces stormed the caves and Avor fell, his flesh consumed by defiling magic. The seed, however, lay hidden beneath his remains, and the sorcerer-king’s soldiers did not find it. It was protected by the bargain Avor had struck with the entity from the Gray. Meanwhile, the primal spirits of that place also understood the value of the seed. They, too, were eager to keep it out of any defiler’s hands, but their limited power to intervene was curtailed further by Avor’s bargain.
Victorious in battle but frustrated by their failure to find the tree of life’s seed, Nibenay’s soldiers concluded that the seed had been no more than a rumor, or perhaps that Avor’s flight had been a ruse to draw them away from the real seed’s location. They sealed the cave when they withdrew, to conceal their deeds. Some time later, the spirits of Avor and his followers rose from the dead in fulfillment of their bargain.
Skeletal Legionaries: In a nearly forgotten age of genocidal warfare, the murderous sorcerer-king Nibenay pursued a fugitive band of elves and gnomes. The fugitives carried with them a seed from a tree of life. They hoped to plant the seed in a place where it might flourish in safety, far from the sorcerer-kings’ destruction. They sought refuge in a small cave system, but Nibenay’s soldiers tracked them there and besieged the cave.
Avor Firesworn, leader of the band, made a fateful decision as Nibenay’s defilers closed in. Drawing on his knowledge of the supposed demigods who ruled parts of Athas at that time, he entered into a covenant with a force that he only dimly understood but perceived as a demigod of death. He and a few of his band swore a binding oath in which they offered their souls in exchange for the chance to protect the seed even after their deaths.
Soon thereafter, Nibenay’s forces stormed the caves and Avor fell, his flesh consumed by defiling magic. The seed, however, lay hidden beneath his remains, and the sorcerer-king’s soldiers did not find it. It was protected by the bargain Avor had struck with the entity from the Gray. Meanwhile, the primal spirits of that place also understood the value of the seed. They, too, were eager to keep it out of any defiler’s hands, but their limited power to intervene was curtailed further by Avor’s bargain.
Victorious in battle but frustrated by their failure to find the tree of life’s seed, Nibenay’s soldiers concluded that the seed had been no more than a rumor, or perhaps that Avor’s flight had been a ruse to draw them away from the real seed’s location. They sealed the cave when they withdrew, to conceal their deeds. Some time later, the spirits of Avor and his followers rose from the dead in fulfillment of their bargain.
Avor Firesworn, Ashen Soul: In a nearly forgotten age of genocidal warfare, the murderous sorcerer-king Nibenay pursued a fugitive band of elves and gnomes. The fugitives carried with them a seed from a tree of life. They hoped to plant the seed in a place where it might flourish in safety, far from the sorcerer-kings’ destruction. They sought refuge in a small cave system, but Nibenay’s soldiers tracked them there and besieged the cave.
Avor Firesworn, leader of the band, made a fateful decision as Nibenay’s defilers closed in. Drawing on his knowledge of the supposed demigods who ruled parts of Athas at that time, he entered into a covenant with a force that he only dimly understood but perceived as a demigod of death. He and a few of his band swore a binding oath in which they offered their souls in exchange for the chance to protect the seed even after their deaths.
Soon thereafter, Nibenay’s forces stormed the caves and Avor fell, his flesh consumed by defiling magic. The seed, however, lay hidden beneath his remains, and the sorcerer-king’s soldiers did not find it. It was protected by the bargain Avor had struck with the entity from the Gray. Meanwhile, the primal spirits of that place also understood the value of the seed. They, too, were eager to keep it out of any defiler’s hands, but their limited power to intervene was curtailed further by Avor’s bargain.
Victorious in battle but frustrated by their failure to find the tree of life’s seed, Nibenay’s soldiers concluded that the seed had been no more than a rumor, or perhaps that Avor’s flight had been a ruse to draw them away from the real seed’s location. They sealed the cave when they withdrew, to conceal their deeds. Some time later, the spirits of Avor and his followers rose from the dead in fulfillment of their bargain.
Dungeon 187
4e
Magroth: ?
Undead: Weeks ago, the vampire lich Magroth opened the way into the buried City of the Dead. There, he attempted to complete a ritual to raise the undead hordes and restore Andok Sur to its former glory. Thanks to the intervention of a group of adventurers and an agent of the Raven Queen, Magroth failed. However, the magic he did unleash awakened some of those interred within the buried necropolis.
Flesh-Crazed Zombie: ?
Grasping Zombie: ?
Decrepit Skeleton: ?
Ghoul: ?
Vrikus, Ghoul Boss: ?
Ravenous Ghoul: ?
Raaig Tomb Spirit: In a nearly forgotten age of genocidal warfare, the murderous sorcerer-king Nibenay pursued a fugitive band of elves and gnomes. The fugitives carried with them a seed from a tree of life. They hoped to plant the seed in a place where it might flourish in safety, far from the sorcerer-kings’ destruction. They sought refuge in a small cave system, but Nibenay’s soldiers tracked them there and besieged the cave.
Avor Firesworn, leader of the band, made a fateful decision as Nibenay’s defilers closed in. Drawing on his knowledge of the supposed demigods who ruled parts of Athas at that time, he entered into a covenant with a force that he only dimly understood but perceived as a demigod of death. He and a few of his band swore a binding oath in which they offered their souls in exchange for the chance to protect the seed even after their deaths.
Soon thereafter, Nibenay’s forces stormed the caves and Avor fell, his flesh consumed by defiling magic. The seed, however, lay hidden beneath his remains, and the sorcerer-king’s soldiers did not find it. It was protected by the bargain Avor had struck with the entity from the Gray. Meanwhile, the primal spirits of that place also understood the value of the seed. They, too, were eager to keep it out of any defiler’s hands, but their limited power to intervene was curtailed further by Avor’s bargain.
Victorious in battle but frustrated by their failure to find the tree of life’s seed, Nibenay’s soldiers concluded that the seed had been no more than a rumor, or perhaps that Avor’s flight had been a ruse to draw them away from the real seed’s location. They sealed the cave when they withdrew, to conceal their deeds. Some time later, the spirits of Avor and his followers rose from the dead in fulfillment of their bargain.
Ashen Crawler: In a nearly forgotten age of genocidal warfare, the murderous sorcerer-king Nibenay pursued a fugitive band of elves and gnomes. The fugitives carried with them a seed from a tree of life. They hoped to plant the seed in a place where it might flourish in safety, far from the sorcerer-kings’ destruction. They sought refuge in a small cave system, but Nibenay’s soldiers tracked them there and besieged the cave.
Avor Firesworn, leader of the band, made a fateful decision as Nibenay’s defilers closed in. Drawing on his knowledge of the supposed demigods who ruled parts of Athas at that time, he entered into a covenant with a force that he only dimly understood but perceived as a demigod of death. He and a few of his band swore a binding oath in which they offered their souls in exchange for the chance to protect the seed even after their deaths.
Soon thereafter, Nibenay’s forces stormed the caves and Avor fell, his flesh consumed by defiling magic. The seed, however, lay hidden beneath his remains, and the sorcerer-king’s soldiers did not find it. It was protected by the bargain Avor had struck with the entity from the Gray. Meanwhile, the primal spirits of that place also understood the value of the seed. They, too, were eager to keep it out of any defiler’s hands, but their limited power to intervene was curtailed further by Avor’s bargain.
Victorious in battle but frustrated by their failure to find the tree of life’s seed, Nibenay’s soldiers concluded that the seed had been no more than a rumor, or perhaps that Avor’s flight had been a ruse to draw them away from the real seed’s location. They sealed the cave when they withdrew, to conceal their deeds. Some time later, the spirits of Avor and his followers rose from the dead in fulfillment of their bargain.
Spectral Kirre: In a nearly forgotten age of genocidal warfare, the murderous sorcerer-king Nibenay pursued a fugitive band of elves and gnomes. The fugitives carried with them a seed from a tree of life. They hoped to plant the seed in a place where it might flourish in safety, far from the sorcerer-kings’ destruction. They sought refuge in a small cave system, but Nibenay’s soldiers tracked them there and besieged the cave.
Avor Firesworn, leader of the band, made a fateful decision as Nibenay’s defilers closed in. Drawing on his knowledge of the supposed demigods who ruled parts of Athas at that time, he entered into a covenant with a force that he only dimly understood but perceived as a demigod of death. He and a few of his band swore a binding oath in which they offered their souls in exchange for the chance to protect the seed even after their deaths.
Soon thereafter, Nibenay’s forces stormed the caves and Avor fell, his flesh consumed by defiling magic. The seed, however, lay hidden beneath his remains, and the sorcerer-king’s soldiers did not find it. It was protected by the bargain Avor had struck with the entity from the Gray. Meanwhile, the primal spirits of that place also understood the value of the seed. They, too, were eager to keep it out of any defiler’s hands, but their limited power to intervene was curtailed further by Avor’s bargain.
Victorious in battle but frustrated by their failure to find the tree of life’s seed, Nibenay’s soldiers concluded that the seed had been no more than a rumor, or perhaps that Avor’s flight had been a ruse to draw them away from the real seed’s location. They sealed the cave when they withdrew, to conceal their deeds. Some time later, the spirits of Avor and his followers rose from the dead in fulfillment of their bargain.
Skeletal Legionaries: In a nearly forgotten age of genocidal warfare, the murderous sorcerer-king Nibenay pursued a fugitive band of elves and gnomes. The fugitives carried with them a seed from a tree of life. They hoped to plant the seed in a place where it might flourish in safety, far from the sorcerer-kings’ destruction. They sought refuge in a small cave system, but Nibenay’s soldiers tracked them there and besieged the cave.
Avor Firesworn, leader of the band, made a fateful decision as Nibenay’s defilers closed in. Drawing on his knowledge of the supposed demigods who ruled parts of Athas at that time, he entered into a covenant with a force that he only dimly understood but perceived as a demigod of death. He and a few of his band swore a binding oath in which they offered their souls in exchange for the chance to protect the seed even after their deaths.
Soon thereafter, Nibenay’s forces stormed the caves and Avor fell, his flesh consumed by defiling magic. The seed, however, lay hidden beneath his remains, and the sorcerer-king’s soldiers did not find it. It was protected by the bargain Avor had struck with the entity from the Gray. Meanwhile, the primal spirits of that place also understood the value of the seed. They, too, were eager to keep it out of any defiler’s hands, but their limited power to intervene was curtailed further by Avor’s bargain.
Victorious in battle but frustrated by their failure to find the tree of life’s seed, Nibenay’s soldiers concluded that the seed had been no more than a rumor, or perhaps that Avor’s flight had been a ruse to draw them away from the real seed’s location. They sealed the cave when they withdrew, to conceal their deeds. Some time later, the spirits of Avor and his followers rose from the dead in fulfillment of their bargain.
Avor Firesworn, Ashen Soul: In a nearly forgotten age of genocidal warfare, the murderous sorcerer-king Nibenay pursued a fugitive band of elves and gnomes. The fugitives carried with them a seed from a tree of life. They hoped to plant the seed in a place where it might flourish in safety, far from the sorcerer-kings’ destruction. They sought refuge in a small cave system, but Nibenay’s soldiers tracked them there and besieged the cave.
Avor Firesworn, leader of the band, made a fateful decision as Nibenay’s defilers closed in. Drawing on his knowledge of the supposed demigods who ruled parts of Athas at that time, he entered into a covenant with a force that he only dimly understood but perceived as a demigod of death. He and a few of his band swore a binding oath in which they offered their souls in exchange for the chance to protect the seed even after their deaths.
Soon thereafter, Nibenay’s forces stormed the caves and Avor fell, his flesh consumed by defiling magic. The seed, however, lay hidden beneath his remains, and the sorcerer-king’s soldiers did not find it. It was protected by the bargain Avor had struck with the entity from the Gray. Meanwhile, the primal spirits of that place also understood the value of the seed. They, too, were eager to keep it out of any defiler’s hands, but their limited power to intervene was curtailed further by Avor’s bargain.
Victorious in battle but frustrated by their failure to find the tree of life’s seed, Nibenay’s soldiers concluded that the seed had been no more than a rumor, or perhaps that Avor’s flight had been a ruse to draw them away from the real seed’s location. They sealed the cave when they withdrew, to conceal their deeds. Some time later, the spirits of Avor and his followers rose from the dead in fulfillment of their bargain.
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Dungeon 188
Dungeon 188
4e
Son of Kyuss: The body was that of Baelard the Defender. He was infected with the touch of Kyuss but fought off the effects for several weeks. Before his death, he performed the same ritual on himself that trapped Ulferth’s will in the crystal globe (a unique offshoot of the Gentle Repose ritual). With his will trapped in the globe, Baelard could not become one of the spawn of Kyuss when he died.
Baelard has been dead far too long for a Raise Dead ritual to be successful. If the globe is broken, however, his will flies back to the skeleton, which immediately reanimates as a son of Kyuss.
Touch of Kyuss disease.
Wretch of Kyuss: ?
Ulferth, Herald of Kyuss: When Ulferth completed his ritual, he was transformed from a human into a herald of Kyuss.
Touch of Kyuss
Level 16 Disease
Those who succumb to this hideous disease rise again as newly-born spawn of Kyuss.
Stage 0:
The target is cured.
Stage 1:
The target regains only half the normal hit points when it spends a healing surge. If it dies, it rises immediately as a wretch of Kyuss.
Stage 2:
The target loses two healing surges. If it drops to 0 or fewer healing surges, it dies and rises immediately as a son of Kyuss.
Stage 3:
The target dies and immediately becomes a son of Kyuss.
Check:
At the end of each extended rest, the target makes an Endurance check if it is at stage 1 or 2.
19 or Lower:
The stage of the disease increases by 1.
20–24:
No change.
25 or higher:
The stage of the disease decreases by 1
Dungeon 188
4e
Son of Kyuss: The body was that of Baelard the Defender. He was infected with the touch of Kyuss but fought off the effects for several weeks. Before his death, he performed the same ritual on himself that trapped Ulferth’s will in the crystal globe (a unique offshoot of the Gentle Repose ritual). With his will trapped in the globe, Baelard could not become one of the spawn of Kyuss when he died.
Baelard has been dead far too long for a Raise Dead ritual to be successful. If the globe is broken, however, his will flies back to the skeleton, which immediately reanimates as a son of Kyuss.
Touch of Kyuss disease.
Wretch of Kyuss: ?
Ulferth, Herald of Kyuss: When Ulferth completed his ritual, he was transformed from a human into a herald of Kyuss.
Touch of Kyuss
Level 16 Disease
Those who succumb to this hideous disease rise again as newly-born spawn of Kyuss.
Stage 0:
The target is cured.
Stage 1:
The target regains only half the normal hit points when it spends a healing surge. If it dies, it rises immediately as a wretch of Kyuss.
Stage 2:
The target loses two healing surges. If it drops to 0 or fewer healing surges, it dies and rises immediately as a son of Kyuss.
Stage 3:
The target dies and immediately becomes a son of Kyuss.
Check:
At the end of each extended rest, the target makes an Endurance check if it is at stage 1 or 2.
19 or Lower:
The stage of the disease increases by 1.
20–24:
No change.
25 or higher:
The stage of the disease decreases by 1
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Dungeon 189
Dungeon 189
4e
Gralhund, Brain in a Jar: Gralhund enlisted the aid of his apprentices to help him live on when his elderly body began to fail him, faking his own death and deceiving his family as to his fate (drowned at sea in his pleasure caravel).
The Grim Lasher: The Grim Lasher is a horrific monster created by Tectuktitlay to drive the Accursed Legion from one side of the burning desert to the other, never allowing the legionnaires to interact with civilization.
The Grim Lasher was created long before the banishment of the Accursed Legion, but Tectuktitlay had had little opportunity to use it before that event. The sorcerer-king used a captive giant as the subject of a horrific experiment that led to the Grim Lasher’s creation. Tectuktitlay slew the giant, then used a spirit that he had bound with defiling magic to reanimate the body, trapping the twisted spirit inside with strands of shadow power drawn from the Gray. The end result is an undead monstrosity animated by a corrupted spirit that Tectuktitlay trapped by using dark magic that only a few know how to manipulate.
The creature was created by, and is still under the control of, Tectuktitlay.
Pit Shadow: ?
Morrn Bladeclaw: The Proving Pit is used by the denizens of the Chaos Scar to settle disputes and to test themselves against the finest fighters in the area. A small shard of the meteorite that created the Chaos Scar lies hundreds of feet below the pit, imparting a mysterious power and personality to the location. Combatants are drawn to the area by a powerful urge to achieve victory through combat. Most combatants do not realize they are being impelled by an outside force.
Morrn Bladeclaw was a barbarian known for his cruelty and ambition. His clan roamed the Nentir Vale region long before the formation of the Chaos Scar. Morrn advanced steadily in status among his clan. He claimed the right to become the clan’s champion and to wield the powerful Scarblade by defeating its previous owner. Driven by dreams of power, Morrn sought to prove himself worthy of the rank of chief.
Lured onward by a vague call to battle, Morrn was drawn to the pit. There he honed his skill, always with the intent of returning to his home as the greatest champion of all. Morrn soon dominated all contenders at the pit, but in turn, he was dominated by the shard’s presence. The longer he stayed, the less he cared about leaving and the more he became part of the place. His thoughts of clan leadership drained away. Morrn’s goal of becoming the greatest champion of all was realized, but not as he had planned. He was a slave of the Proving Pit, with no thoughts of returning to his tribe.
The pit, however, has no use for eternal champions. Morrn was mortally wounded by a wizard of great power who coveted the Scarblade. The wizard was cut down by Morrn’s dying blow, and both perished on the bloodstained floor of the Proving Pit. Under the influence of the pit, bystanders buried Morrn below the arena’s central dais. The Scarblade was encased in translucent crystal and embedded along the pit’s north wall, where it can be seen by all who fight and die in the pit.
Morrn’s ghost haunts the area.
Blue Arcanian: Morrn was mortally wounded by a wizard of great power who coveted the Scarblade. The wizard was cut down by Morrn’s dying blow, and both perished on the bloodstained floor of the Proving Pit.
The blue arcanian represents the wizard who slew Morrn, and was slain by him, in the bout that cost Morrn his life.
Dread Guardian: ?
Dungeon 189
4e
Gralhund, Brain in a Jar: Gralhund enlisted the aid of his apprentices to help him live on when his elderly body began to fail him, faking his own death and deceiving his family as to his fate (drowned at sea in his pleasure caravel).
The Grim Lasher: The Grim Lasher is a horrific monster created by Tectuktitlay to drive the Accursed Legion from one side of the burning desert to the other, never allowing the legionnaires to interact with civilization.
The Grim Lasher was created long before the banishment of the Accursed Legion, but Tectuktitlay had had little opportunity to use it before that event. The sorcerer-king used a captive giant as the subject of a horrific experiment that led to the Grim Lasher’s creation. Tectuktitlay slew the giant, then used a spirit that he had bound with defiling magic to reanimate the body, trapping the twisted spirit inside with strands of shadow power drawn from the Gray. The end result is an undead monstrosity animated by a corrupted spirit that Tectuktitlay trapped by using dark magic that only a few know how to manipulate.
The creature was created by, and is still under the control of, Tectuktitlay.
Pit Shadow: ?
Morrn Bladeclaw: The Proving Pit is used by the denizens of the Chaos Scar to settle disputes and to test themselves against the finest fighters in the area. A small shard of the meteorite that created the Chaos Scar lies hundreds of feet below the pit, imparting a mysterious power and personality to the location. Combatants are drawn to the area by a powerful urge to achieve victory through combat. Most combatants do not realize they are being impelled by an outside force.
Morrn Bladeclaw was a barbarian known for his cruelty and ambition. His clan roamed the Nentir Vale region long before the formation of the Chaos Scar. Morrn advanced steadily in status among his clan. He claimed the right to become the clan’s champion and to wield the powerful Scarblade by defeating its previous owner. Driven by dreams of power, Morrn sought to prove himself worthy of the rank of chief.
Lured onward by a vague call to battle, Morrn was drawn to the pit. There he honed his skill, always with the intent of returning to his home as the greatest champion of all. Morrn soon dominated all contenders at the pit, but in turn, he was dominated by the shard’s presence. The longer he stayed, the less he cared about leaving and the more he became part of the place. His thoughts of clan leadership drained away. Morrn’s goal of becoming the greatest champion of all was realized, but not as he had planned. He was a slave of the Proving Pit, with no thoughts of returning to his tribe.
The pit, however, has no use for eternal champions. Morrn was mortally wounded by a wizard of great power who coveted the Scarblade. The wizard was cut down by Morrn’s dying blow, and both perished on the bloodstained floor of the Proving Pit. Under the influence of the pit, bystanders buried Morrn below the arena’s central dais. The Scarblade was encased in translucent crystal and embedded along the pit’s north wall, where it can be seen by all who fight and die in the pit.
Morrn’s ghost haunts the area.
Blue Arcanian: Morrn was mortally wounded by a wizard of great power who coveted the Scarblade. The wizard was cut down by Morrn’s dying blow, and both perished on the bloodstained floor of the Proving Pit.
The blue arcanian represents the wizard who slew Morrn, and was slain by him, in the bout that cost Morrn his life.
Dread Guardian: ?
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Dungeon 190
Dungeon 190
4e
Ghost: When Thakok-An sacrificed members of her family in her foolish and failed attempt to aid Kalid-Ma, several of her kin became ghosts and other undead as the city passed into the Gray.
Undead: When Thakok-An sacrificed members of her family in her foolish and failed attempt to aid Kalid-Ma, several of her kin became ghosts and other undead as the city passed into the Gray.
Kaisharga, Laylon Ka: This compound was mostly empty when Kalidnay faced its doom. Now it belongs to a kaisharga named Laylon-Ka. A kaisharga is an undead creature similar to a lich, though it lacks a phylactery. Kaishargas trade life for power, unnaturally extending their existence for centuries. In life, Laylon-Ka was a House Vordon dune trader who was also a member of the Veiled Alliance. She thought her clandestine operations were secret, but they were the primary reason Horgus-Le abandoned her. Laylon-Ka turned to the study of shadow magic after Kalidnay’s transition. She soon discovered a way to transform herself into an immortal being.
Dungeon 190
4e
Ghost: When Thakok-An sacrificed members of her family in her foolish and failed attempt to aid Kalid-Ma, several of her kin became ghosts and other undead as the city passed into the Gray.
Undead: When Thakok-An sacrificed members of her family in her foolish and failed attempt to aid Kalid-Ma, several of her kin became ghosts and other undead as the city passed into the Gray.
Kaisharga, Laylon Ka: This compound was mostly empty when Kalidnay faced its doom. Now it belongs to a kaisharga named Laylon-Ka. A kaisharga is an undead creature similar to a lich, though it lacks a phylactery. Kaishargas trade life for power, unnaturally extending their existence for centuries. In life, Laylon-Ka was a House Vordon dune trader who was also a member of the Veiled Alliance. She thought her clandestine operations were secret, but they were the primary reason Horgus-Le abandoned her. Laylon-Ka turned to the study of shadow magic after Kalidnay’s transition. She soon discovered a way to transform herself into an immortal being.
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Legend
Dungeon 191
Dungeon 191
1e
Vlaakith: ?
Tl'a'ikith: ?
Kr'y'izoth: ?
4e
Kr'y'izoth: Undead githyanki spell-casters whose life essences Vlaakith drained.
Tl'a'ikith: Undead martial githyanki whose life essences Vlaakith drained.
Undead: With her health and mental stability eroding, Khaela resorted to necromancy. After drinking from a dark cup called the Bleak Grail, she entered undeath. Unfortunately for the rest of Khalusk, because Khaela’s magic was inextricably tied to the city and its populace, the effects were felt by all. Within a single hour, every living creature in Khalusk died. Three days later, they rose again, undead.
A population of undead fish and other aquatic creatures swim the chill sea (nothing escaped the necromantic effects of the Bleak Grail).
Murder of Crows: ?
Ghost: The souls of the dead linger on, haunting dark and lonely places. Their incomplete lives tether them to the mortal world, their spirits unable to pass through to the other side.
Often, rumors of hauntings are just that—rumors. But at sites tainted by misery, terror, and death, these rumors could be true. A ghost is what remains of a being whose soul should have moved on after death, but was trapped. This entrapment commonly occurs because the being has a strong urge to complete a task that tears and fragments its soul.
Ghosts, unlike some kinds of undead, retain their souls. This is not to say that the souls remain intact. Ghosts arise from beings that have already stained their souls with murderous, vengeful, cruel, or obsessive deeds. The corruption of an evil life or a limitless need to right a perceived wrong holds the soul back.
An all-consuming purpose keeps a soul in the world and transforms it into a ghost. A sadistic torturer might return as a ghost to cause more pain and misery. The ghost of a victim of a cruel death often seeks revenge on her murderer. A soldier who died young might guard a chamber, ghostly blade in hand, eager to strike down any intruder to prove his worth.
Though a ghost most often arises because of the state of mind of a recently dead person, one can be artificially created. Cruel people who want to punish the deceased and who have a bit of arcane knowledge can create a ghost charm—a bit of metal, clay, or parchment inscribed with runes—that they inter with a fresh corpse. If the ritual is performed soon enough after death, the dead person’s soul becomes trapped in the world as a ghost.
Phantom Warrior: ?
Trap Haunt: ?
Tormenting Ghost: ?
Wailing Ghost, Banshee: ?
Wight: Those who have witnessed wights being “born” swear that the creatures don’t rise spontaneously from corpses. Rather, a force—an evil beyond mortal imagining—flows into the body. This is something sensed rather than seen; the force fills every fiber of the creature’s being, a black whisper fundamentally opposed to life and the living.
Buried soldiers and mercenaries become wights more often than other kinds of corpses do.
Deathlock Wight: ?
Battle Wight: ?
Battle Wight Commander: ?
Slaughter Wight: ?
Cauldrus Barrowmere: ?
Dungeon 191
1e
Vlaakith: ?
Tl'a'ikith: ?
Kr'y'izoth: ?
4e
Kr'y'izoth: Undead githyanki spell-casters whose life essences Vlaakith drained.
Tl'a'ikith: Undead martial githyanki whose life essences Vlaakith drained.
Undead: With her health and mental stability eroding, Khaela resorted to necromancy. After drinking from a dark cup called the Bleak Grail, she entered undeath. Unfortunately for the rest of Khalusk, because Khaela’s magic was inextricably tied to the city and its populace, the effects were felt by all. Within a single hour, every living creature in Khalusk died. Three days later, they rose again, undead.
A population of undead fish and other aquatic creatures swim the chill sea (nothing escaped the necromantic effects of the Bleak Grail).
Murder of Crows: ?
Ghost: The souls of the dead linger on, haunting dark and lonely places. Their incomplete lives tether them to the mortal world, their spirits unable to pass through to the other side.
Often, rumors of hauntings are just that—rumors. But at sites tainted by misery, terror, and death, these rumors could be true. A ghost is what remains of a being whose soul should have moved on after death, but was trapped. This entrapment commonly occurs because the being has a strong urge to complete a task that tears and fragments its soul.
Ghosts, unlike some kinds of undead, retain their souls. This is not to say that the souls remain intact. Ghosts arise from beings that have already stained their souls with murderous, vengeful, cruel, or obsessive deeds. The corruption of an evil life or a limitless need to right a perceived wrong holds the soul back.
An all-consuming purpose keeps a soul in the world and transforms it into a ghost. A sadistic torturer might return as a ghost to cause more pain and misery. The ghost of a victim of a cruel death often seeks revenge on her murderer. A soldier who died young might guard a chamber, ghostly blade in hand, eager to strike down any intruder to prove his worth.
Though a ghost most often arises because of the state of mind of a recently dead person, one can be artificially created. Cruel people who want to punish the deceased and who have a bit of arcane knowledge can create a ghost charm—a bit of metal, clay, or parchment inscribed with runes—that they inter with a fresh corpse. If the ritual is performed soon enough after death, the dead person’s soul becomes trapped in the world as a ghost.
Phantom Warrior: ?
Trap Haunt: ?
Tormenting Ghost: ?
Wailing Ghost, Banshee: ?
Wight: Those who have witnessed wights being “born” swear that the creatures don’t rise spontaneously from corpses. Rather, a force—an evil beyond mortal imagining—flows into the body. This is something sensed rather than seen; the force fills every fiber of the creature’s being, a black whisper fundamentally opposed to life and the living.
Buried soldiers and mercenaries become wights more often than other kinds of corpses do.
Deathlock Wight: ?
Battle Wight: ?
Battle Wight Commander: ?
Slaughter Wight: ?
Cauldrus Barrowmere: ?
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