I imagine that the spell to summon it is suitably vague: In a few moments it was done. I had completed the incantation, the ritual to summon 'Ye Chiurgeon fromme Beyonde ye Veil'. Now if the description was right, the powerful entity would cure the deadly, gangrenous wounds and fever that had my fearless comrades on their deathbeds. Slowly, a foul-smelling mist filled the room, causing my allies agonized, labored breathing to echo strangely. A voice rang out hollowly, a voice as painful to hear as nails dragged across a field of broken glass. “Whattt woulddd yewww have of meeee?” it questioned. “Yourrr fellowsss arrrre dyingggg. Woulddd youuu havvve meeee improvvvvve themmmm?”
Much more effective than a simple “Cure Critical Wounds” spell… Go to Comment
Abaseth the Tailor:
A larger and more intelligent specimen of bone stitcher, Abaseth is capable of speech, although he is a quiet individual. Obsessed with his work of improving his work constantly, Abaseth refuses to discuss anything that does not involve subjects of his work, or potential subjects to improve.
Abaseth is in the employ of a powerful demon who uses him to augment his troops. Many fear Abaseth and his techniques, although they are the source of great success for his employer.
"Bones. Long. Lacking muscle. Can fix that. Will fix that. Stay still. No scream. Stronger after." Go to Comment
So, Abaseth made an appearance in tonight's campaign. My players were suitably disgusted and multiple references to the Chtuhlu mythos were made. He's now captured one of the characters who is going to undergo 'augmentation'.
"Are you sure?" asked the angel. "The changes will be permanent."
"I swear it!" gasped the dying paladin. A steady trickle of blood oozed from beneath his armor, and his voice was beginning to fail. "Please, divine one, give me the strength to strike down the demon!"
"As you wish," said the angel, and the paladin was engulfed in divine fire. It purged him, burning the poison from his blood, closing his wounds, and searing his torn flesh together. When the paladin stood up, a moment later, his charred face was grim. The fires of heaven burned in his chest, and he was filled with an unearthly vitality. But he was disfigured. His skin was charred and black. He would never again be pleasing to look upon.
"Thank you," said the paladin, and the angel watched him wordlessly strap on his armor and walk from the temple. Go to Comment
There's no reason this thing has to be evil. It does what it's summoned to do, nothing more and nothing less. It's just our Saturday morning cartoon morality. We see spider, gore, muttering, and we think that this thing must be evil. Probably a tool of the spider cult.
Actually, reading this reminded me of real surgery. You should see the sort of stuff that they do for hand surgery. Not for the faint of heart.
And I suppose there's this conceit that the powers of heaven are freely given out to those who are worthy, while the powers of hell are earned by sacrificing something. I agree with Scras with that one. Unfortunately, this is also one of the reasons why hell is so much more interesting than heaven. Go to Comment
Just . . . wow. Scras, I am eternally jealous of your skill. Truly a desperate tool for the insane or those with nowhere else to turn. I can imagine a character turning a bone stitcher on someone else as an act of mercy or revenge, possibly when the "beneficiary" is under magically-induced sleep. They wake up horribly disfigured, but alive and with greater physical powers. Very cool. I'm glad that val linked back to this! Go to Comment
Could it make you beautiful, if you left it instructions of what you wanted to look like? If you could command it, you probably could do something like that. I know you write that it nothing is made beautiful, but with careful instructions, you theoretically could become beautiful. Go to Comment
Even a character of a reactive sort is fine, with these characteristics.
She has to be a Witch - how long does it take the people to notice she doesn't age, at least not normally?
Not so alone - gold is all fine, but Larkin is missing something: a baby. She might have been an accident... but how can she breed? If she finds out about her true kind, she could try to hire sages for expert advice on dragons. Or find a dragon herself to... try it. Or use somebody (PCs?) to find her a dragon egg. Or whatever. Go to Comment
A well-fleshed out character, with lots of possibilities... I wonder about but one thing - what are her goals, and interests, besides sleeping on gold? So far, she seems to be of the reactive sort. Go to Comment