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<blockquote data-quote="Voadam" data-source="post: 8649714" data-attributes="member: 2209"><p><a href="https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/235132/Quests-of-Doom-4-Forgive-and-Regret-5e?affiliate_id=17596" target="_blank">Quests of Doom 4 Forgive and Regret (5e)</a></p><p>5e</p><p><strong>Groaning Spirit:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Mummy Swamp:</strong> The ghastly reminders of Hamish’s infamous deed are visible throughout the Wytch Bog. Stray bones, personal mementoes, and shreds of clothing line the edges of most stagnant ponds in the accursed parcel of wetlands. These objects, however, can never fully reveal the abject terror the victims experienced during their final moments. These raw emotions stir the dead back into existence as undead monstrosities. In this case, 4 swamp mummies rise from the peaty graves to batter the living. </p><p><strong>Nosferatu:</strong> Nosferatu are savage undead who may be the progenitors of the common, more refined vampires. The curse of the nosferatu lacks the elegance and romance of its modern form, harkening to a forgotten age of verminous hunger and eerie powers. Granted immortal life but not immortal youth, nosferatu are withered, embittered creatures unable to create others of their kind, as they somehow lost that ability long ago. </p><p>Because nosferatu can’t create spawn, any nosferatu in existence are very old—created long ago in a time before they lost the ability to infect others with their undead curse. </p><p><strong>Unrequited:</strong> On this spot centuries ago, the callous soldier systematically butchered 22 mothers and their children. After he finished the deed, he tossed their bodies into these waters. Their suffering was so great, 3 unrequited coalesced at the spot. </p><p><strong>Eladrian, Groaning Spirit, Undead Spirit, Insubstantial Spirit, Sullen Elf Spirit, Vengeful Spirit:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Translucent Figure:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Undead Monstrosity:</strong> The ghastly reminders of Hamish’s infamous deed are visible throughout the Wytch Bog. Stray bones, personal mementoes, and shreds of clothing line the edges of most stagnant ponds in the accursed parcel of wetlands. These objects, however, can never fully reveal the abject terror the victims experienced during their final moments. These raw emotions stir the dead back into existence as undead monstrosities. In this case, 4 swamp mummies rise from the peaty graves to batter the living. </p><p><strong>Withered Leathery Corpse:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Hamish MacDuncan, Nosferatu, Vampiric Monster, Grotesque Nosferatu, Foul Caricature, Vampiric Predator, Vampire, Malevolent Denizen, Grizzled Veteran, Bald Humanoid Figure With Pointed Ears Rat-Like Teeth and Filthy Elongated Fingers Ending in Vicious Claws, Cunning Undead, Calculating Nosferatu, Unwelcome Nosferatu:</strong> The sins that stained the blighted Wytch Bog more than two centuries ago still linger as the villain who perpetrated a genocidal act longs to free his tortured soul from his undead bonds. </p><p>Hamish MacDuncan, a grizzled veteran of distant wars and expatriate of the upper regions of far-off Eamonvale, told the Viroeni matriarch that he knew of a safe path through the accursed bogs that he could guide them on and allow them to escape the confines of the Kingdoms of Foere for the promised freedom of Cailin Lee to the west. A mercenary to the core, though, MacDuncan told them he would do this only if the tribe paid him with all of the gold they had left. </p><p>Realizing that a better offer was unlikely to materialize, the matriarch agreed to the deal but promised a curse upon MacDuncan’s eternal soul if he betrayed them and turned the Viroeni over to the hostile locals. MacDuncan swore an oath upon a holy book of Vanitthu he had never felt cause to read and promised he would see them delivered away from the folk they sought to flee. He did not tell them, however, that he had taken gold from those same people to remove the gypsy problem from their midst or that no such safe path through the bog, in fact, existed. </p><p>Once in the depths of the Wytch Bog, it was a simple matter for the woods-wise veteran to lead the Viroeni astray, cause them to become separated, and use his swampcraft and battle experience to eliminate them in small groups or one by one through treachery or outright murder. When all was said and done, and the blood-spattered MacDuncan watched the matriarch’s lifeless eye seemingly fix its baleful gaze upon him as her corpse sank beneath the waters of a bog, no more than a handful of the Viroeni had made it out of the swamp alive to tell the tale. But four of those handful did not scatter and flee like the rest. Instead they made their own preparations and returned only a few weeks later. </p><p>The four sons of the Viroeni matriarch had managed to elude MacDuncan’s murderous intent but were unable to stop his massacre of their people. When they emerged from the swamp they swore their bond to one another to see their mother’s curse completed. When they returned scant weeks later they were penniless with only the clothes they wore upon their backs to their names — and a new pine coffin carried between them. </p><p>The sons found MacDuncan drunk at his isolated home one night when the moon was dark. They set upon the surprised warrior and overpowered him before he could mount a resistance. With thick ropes they bound his coffin closed and carried him deep into the Wytch Bog where he had taken the lives of their kinsmen and women. As MacDuncan sobered up and found himself unable to break free from his confinement, the truth of the situation began to seep into his gin-soaked mind. The last any outside the bog ever heard from him were his muffled cries begging mercy, cursing his captors, and promising eternal revenge. Neither he nor the Viroeni youths was ever seen alive again. </p><p>But life — such as it was to become — was not entirely over for Hamish MacDuncan. The Viroeni matriarch’s curse, enacted by the vengeance of her sons, came to fruition when Hamish did not rest easy but awoke after only a short time as a vampiric monster. His immersion in the bog waters had not been kind to his physical body, so he emerged as a grotesque nosferatu, a foul caricature of the vitality he had known in life. </p><p><strong>Servitor Creature:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Restless Spirit:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Shambling Corpse:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Vengeful Undead Creature:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Pathetic Spirit:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Abomination:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Lost Soul:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Malevolent Spirit:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Animated Corpse:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Savage Undead:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Will-o'-Wisp:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Aberration:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Creature:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Monster:</strong> ?</p><p><strong>Undead:</strong> Even as the Wytch spoke to the nosferatu, he saw that the long dead corpses in the bogs where he had dumped them had begun to stir.</p><p>The ensuing carnage also piqued the interest of other dormant, restless spirits now roaming the land, seeking to avenge old grudges against the progeny of the humans who handed them over to an ignominious death and the individual directly responsible for their demise.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Voadam, post: 8649714, member: 2209"] [URL=https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/235132/Quests-of-Doom-4-Forgive-and-Regret-5e?affiliate_id=17596]Quests of Doom 4 Forgive and Regret (5e)[/URL] 5e [b]Groaning Spirit:[/b] ? [b]Mummy Swamp:[/b] The ghastly reminders of Hamish’s infamous deed are visible throughout the Wytch Bog. Stray bones, personal mementoes, and shreds of clothing line the edges of most stagnant ponds in the accursed parcel of wetlands. These objects, however, can never fully reveal the abject terror the victims experienced during their final moments. These raw emotions stir the dead back into existence as undead monstrosities. In this case, 4 swamp mummies rise from the peaty graves to batter the living. [b]Nosferatu:[/b] Nosferatu are savage undead who may be the progenitors of the common, more refined vampires. The curse of the nosferatu lacks the elegance and romance of its modern form, harkening to a forgotten age of verminous hunger and eerie powers. Granted immortal life but not immortal youth, nosferatu are withered, embittered creatures unable to create others of their kind, as they somehow lost that ability long ago. Because nosferatu can’t create spawn, any nosferatu in existence are very old—created long ago in a time before they lost the ability to infect others with their undead curse. [b]Unrequited:[/b] On this spot centuries ago, the callous soldier systematically butchered 22 mothers and their children. After he finished the deed, he tossed their bodies into these waters. Their suffering was so great, 3 unrequited coalesced at the spot. [b]Eladrian, Groaning Spirit, Undead Spirit, Insubstantial Spirit, Sullen Elf Spirit, Vengeful Spirit:[/b] ? [b]Translucent Figure:[/b] ? [b]Undead Monstrosity:[/b] The ghastly reminders of Hamish’s infamous deed are visible throughout the Wytch Bog. Stray bones, personal mementoes, and shreds of clothing line the edges of most stagnant ponds in the accursed parcel of wetlands. These objects, however, can never fully reveal the abject terror the victims experienced during their final moments. These raw emotions stir the dead back into existence as undead monstrosities. In this case, 4 swamp mummies rise from the peaty graves to batter the living. [b]Withered Leathery Corpse:[/b] ? [b]Hamish MacDuncan, Nosferatu, Vampiric Monster, Grotesque Nosferatu, Foul Caricature, Vampiric Predator, Vampire, Malevolent Denizen, Grizzled Veteran, Bald Humanoid Figure With Pointed Ears Rat-Like Teeth and Filthy Elongated Fingers Ending in Vicious Claws, Cunning Undead, Calculating Nosferatu, Unwelcome Nosferatu:[/b] The sins that stained the blighted Wytch Bog more than two centuries ago still linger as the villain who perpetrated a genocidal act longs to free his tortured soul from his undead bonds. Hamish MacDuncan, a grizzled veteran of distant wars and expatriate of the upper regions of far-off Eamonvale, told the Viroeni matriarch that he knew of a safe path through the accursed bogs that he could guide them on and allow them to escape the confines of the Kingdoms of Foere for the promised freedom of Cailin Lee to the west. A mercenary to the core, though, MacDuncan told them he would do this only if the tribe paid him with all of the gold they had left. Realizing that a better offer was unlikely to materialize, the matriarch agreed to the deal but promised a curse upon MacDuncan’s eternal soul if he betrayed them and turned the Viroeni over to the hostile locals. MacDuncan swore an oath upon a holy book of Vanitthu he had never felt cause to read and promised he would see them delivered away from the folk they sought to flee. He did not tell them, however, that he had taken gold from those same people to remove the gypsy problem from their midst or that no such safe path through the bog, in fact, existed. Once in the depths of the Wytch Bog, it was a simple matter for the woods-wise veteran to lead the Viroeni astray, cause them to become separated, and use his swampcraft and battle experience to eliminate them in small groups or one by one through treachery or outright murder. When all was said and done, and the blood-spattered MacDuncan watched the matriarch’s lifeless eye seemingly fix its baleful gaze upon him as her corpse sank beneath the waters of a bog, no more than a handful of the Viroeni had made it out of the swamp alive to tell the tale. But four of those handful did not scatter and flee like the rest. Instead they made their own preparations and returned only a few weeks later. The four sons of the Viroeni matriarch had managed to elude MacDuncan’s murderous intent but were unable to stop his massacre of their people. When they emerged from the swamp they swore their bond to one another to see their mother’s curse completed. When they returned scant weeks later they were penniless with only the clothes they wore upon their backs to their names — and a new pine coffin carried between them. The sons found MacDuncan drunk at his isolated home one night when the moon was dark. They set upon the surprised warrior and overpowered him before he could mount a resistance. With thick ropes they bound his coffin closed and carried him deep into the Wytch Bog where he had taken the lives of their kinsmen and women. As MacDuncan sobered up and found himself unable to break free from his confinement, the truth of the situation began to seep into his gin-soaked mind. The last any outside the bog ever heard from him were his muffled cries begging mercy, cursing his captors, and promising eternal revenge. Neither he nor the Viroeni youths was ever seen alive again. But life — such as it was to become — was not entirely over for Hamish MacDuncan. The Viroeni matriarch’s curse, enacted by the vengeance of her sons, came to fruition when Hamish did not rest easy but awoke after only a short time as a vampiric monster. His immersion in the bog waters had not been kind to his physical body, so he emerged as a grotesque nosferatu, a foul caricature of the vitality he had known in life. [b]Servitor Creature:[/b] ? [b]Restless Spirit:[/b] ? [b]Shambling Corpse:[/b] ? [b]Vengeful Undead Creature:[/b] ? [b]Pathetic Spirit:[/b] ? [b]Abomination:[/b] ? [b]Lost Soul:[/b] ? [b]Malevolent Spirit:[/b] ? [b]Animated Corpse:[/b] ? [b]Savage Undead:[/b] ? [b]Will-o'-Wisp:[/b] ? [b]Aberration:[/b] ? [b]Creature:[/b] ? [b]Monster:[/b] ? [b]Undead:[/b] Even as the Wytch spoke to the nosferatu, he saw that the long dead corpses in the bogs where he had dumped them had begun to stir. The ensuing carnage also piqued the interest of other dormant, restless spirits now roaming the land, seeking to avenge old grudges against the progeny of the humans who handed them over to an ignominious death and the individual directly responsible for their demise. [/QUOTE]
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