And Sama decreed a fitting punishment for the liars and the braggarts, to walk the earth for all eternity without their ears or their mouth.
Featured creatures of the Swollen Shadow Codex.
The toxic lands of the Wastes should support no life. Here the land is slowly corrosive to the touch, causing illness with prolonged contact. The bubbling sulfur and ectomass pools are especially lovely, if you have the right aesthetic. The soil is soft and any heavy object slowly sinks. Other than a few migrant birds and some exotic small insects, The Wastes support only one native lifeform - The Verners - Exerpt from the often wrong but very popular Kalemandi’s Beasts of Lore and World.
There! Did you see it that time? I swear someone is following us. I keep seeing torchlight through the damn trees. I'm telling you, something is following us.
Thom, your either seeing things or drinking to much. There is no one following us. See look . . . wait, they look . . . they look like spiders but they are on fire!
- Last words of Micha, Traveller and Explorer.
The hiss of a drakulia fills the night air, and your blood runs cold. You know that you are about to die, and there is probably nothing you can do about it.
Have a family that is ever at odds with each other? Beware lest the Slurran comes for you..
The abominable spawn of Ll’hhrau, the Thing Behind The Sky, the Minotauri descend from above, hideous and awful perversions of natural life.
In a sparse and hungry land, the kha-nyou have no problem finding food and flourishing.
“We beg the protection of the gods. Of Deneth, divine father; of Larisa, queen of the heavens; of Mynis, guardian of the gates; of Tychis, master of secrets; of Desha, she who protects. Grant us safety from the sons of the devourer of worlds. Grant us protection from the Jandoshan.”
- Ethalani prayer
“Like a great, green god he stalks the savannah!”
Known in folk-lore as the Blighted Storm-Serpents, the reclusive Kumbra are far more than any might guess.
A collection of plants that could present a challenge for the PCs.
Page 589, cat. Air Elementals, sub. Stalkers
Placing wards of cow tongues and sheep blood around doors and windows is said to scare off the proddings of stalkers. Many tales and childrens stories tell of the silent stalker that enters the cracked window or unlocked door in the dead of night to steal the breath from a sleeping child. Crib deaths are often blamed on this silent stalker even though it is not true.
-Essay on elementals, subsection Stalkers.
Several arson attacks, and two deaths later, as the Mayor retreated from the ashy figure before him and his curtains went up in flame, he decided that burning the Bishop had been a very bad idea.
Her lips pressed against the soaking flesh of the toad, and Viova’s words entered her mind…
This vast and ancient organism played an important part in the mysterious organization of the cosmos, facilitating the isolated development of inteligent species.
“Jones, when was the last time ye cleared yer hulls?”
“Mm, a few months back. Why?”
“Yer ship. She’s comin’ outta the water.”
Also going by the names ‘Mageweed’, ‘Sorceror’s Moss’ and ‘Puff-Wizard’, these tiny little shoots can have a variety of uses to the canny alchemist.
Vog’s Children, the Lava-Oil Symbiotes
Twas as long as a yard-arm and fast as a cobra. Took crewman Dobbs off of the rail and into the deep, that’s why we dont lean over the rail, lad.
Midshipman Oberhall lecturing new sailors