“ A rather large armed group slowly walks the road. Unless you get to see what they transport, you could think it is a caravan with expensive goods, or the soldiers escort someone important. But this is a prisoner transport, on the way to mines, criminals on their way for punishment.
The soldiers may be willing to talk, the captain will have a few questions on you and the road, but they will keep distance, and part soon.”
“ This powerful Serpent man has 4 different poison sacks that can only be triggered individually
Poison of Frequent Death> on a failed save, does D12 damage
Poison of the deadly Soul Mate> Charm person on a failed save
Poison of the Fire Within> On a failed save the victim is filled w hate and rage and is only capable of melee attacks
Poison of the Stil Stone> on a failed save, victim is paralyzed.
all poison attacks also do d6 bite damage
in addition to a bite attack , they can do a 2d4 constriction attack
8 hit die
ac 1
move 6”
“ The Pcs discover an ancient, dusty oil lamp, somewhere in the bowels of a dungeon. Naturally they 'rub it', and out pops a wizened, old djinn. So far so good. Then it speaks...
'Ah at last, at last I am free! Now grant me my wish!'
When the PCs explain that they are the ones that should be granted a wish, the malignant djinn explains to them that his particular oil-lamp has a curse placed upon it. Whomsoever releases the entity inside shall be geased to grant the djinn's wish to the best of their ability.
Groans ensue from the party. The djinn rubs his wrinkled hands, grins, and proceeds to name his wish. What could it be?”
