Plasmid and plasmic lifeforms are frequently relegated to the back bench of the creature roster, left to linger with oozes, slimes, and puddings, and only appear as random monsters in sci-fi.
A strange mask containing a merciless demon, a parasite on those around it.
Written in support of the Flight of Retribution, a Cosmic Era splatbook
When we learned of these majestic creatures, what else could we do? Such potential!
A very brief look at some minor Elemental familiars.
A extra-dimensional symbiote
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Six months of hunting, six months of research and paying coin to scholars and sages, and now that we have the legendary wand of Geohadris the Stone King, it only summons stupid boulderkin? I am outraged beyond imagination!
Flame fowl, brightest red chickens you will ever see, nice feathers for fletching arrows, but I'd pass on the omlet.
Beware this wizardly cadaver! His spells might not kill you, but you will wish they had…
Therianthropes? Lycanthropes? Animorphs? Homo-Zoological-Hybrid-Sapiens? Manimals? Take your pick.
In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.
English poet (1830 - 1894)
The dead, imbued with the divine essence of magic, walk again, ever hungry for the missing spark of a living soul.
Pitiable creatures, wandering forever in search of that denied them, unable to rest even as they crumble away to little more than crawling wrecks of bones.
These ghastly beings are corrupted to do the bidding of Hosok, The Hand That Sees
What if one were to abandon the classical 4-6 element universe and instead view things in a more ‘modern’ light?
Elementals have been around for a long time. In many games they unveiled their impressive powers, and reflected their mystical origin no one cared about. It is time for a remake.
Death be not proud.
Beware thy deeds my child, for they may come back to haunt you…
On his own, a Telgard demon worships the concept of individuum - to be solitary, resourceful, and hardy.
Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.
Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.