Spirit of Winter: "Time for Round 2"
Oct 12, 2017 0:24:11 GMT
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Post by meribson on Oct 12, 2017 0:24:11 GMT
So in the campaign I'm running, I secretly introduced the big bad a few sessions ago stumbling into the village that the PCs call home with crossbow bolts in her back. For the next few sessions she lingered in the village healing, and shortly after a werewolf attack the village had a murder: the blacksmith's brother was found decapitated.
A week later, another person was found having been murdered with a few organs removed. Then another, and another. During this time the PCs learned about a type of monster called a wendigo: in the early stages they can be seen by having an emaciated appearance, long facial features, and bumps on their forehead. No one in the village matched that description. Eventually, the village elder Greenbeard (a dwarf druid) had his apprentice (one of the PCs) send for the village's guest. To make sure that she didn't cotton onto the fact that they suspected her, he asked the town's minstrel (another PC) to pass on the message that Greenbeard wanted to speak to her. So the bard approaches the very tan, silver haired elf woman (basically all but stated to be the mother of the party ranger), passes on the message, and then can't move. The big bad says that she needs a safety net in case things go wrong, and knocks out the bard.
A few minutes later, elven woman enters Greenbeard's hut, and after a short conversation he blasts her with Dispel Magic breaking the illusion over her. Revealing a starved frame, long face, and bumps on her forehead. Her response: "Well, it seems that I have been found out. However before you divest yourself of your...civilized trappings and have your way with me, you may want to make a deal: I leave and in exchange your singer lives. Did you really think I'd come here without being prepared?"
As much as it pisses them off, Greenbeard and the PC let her leave. Then the PC promptly finds the half-elf ranger and the dwarf paladin (archery range and brewery respectively [the dwarf was studying, not drinking]) and tracks down their prey. They find her, and the bard (tied to a tree), in a forest clearing just as the big bad finishes a ritual. With a stone knife and chanting eldritch words, she drives the knife into her abdomen, wrenching it sideways as she reaches into the cut with her free hand. With a terrible scream of pain, she rips out her stomach and casts it aside as the bumps grow into antlers, bones snap and elongate, her face tears open as bone pushes its way outwards, her ring and index fingers fall off as the remaining fingers elongate and grow sharp claws, her shoes burst as her feet turn into hooves, and coarse, white fur sprouts from her skin. Roll for initiative.
The druid went first, and cast Rock Growth in front of the wendigo. Next the ranger shot at her with her orc warbow while her animal companion went to free the bard. Wendigo's turn begins with a spell: Sleet Storm. So vision is worth squat, the PCs now have to worry about footing, and it's already cold enough without having to worry about sleet. Eventually the party triumphs and takes the head back to the village to present to Lengman, the blacksmith. Lengman had made a deal with the dwarf: in exchange for bringing him the head of the one that killed his brother, he'd get the barkeep to not be quite so stingy with the ale.
Unbeknownst to the PCs, the wendigo's stomach began to grow fleshy tendrils. Over the next two days, these tendrils weaved together a body. When at last the body was finished, the wendigo awoke with a start, before shoving her hand into her abdomen and ripping out her stomach again. Looking towards the village, four words escaped from her lipless, fanged maw: "Time for round two."
A week later, another person was found having been murdered with a few organs removed. Then another, and another. During this time the PCs learned about a type of monster called a wendigo: in the early stages they can be seen by having an emaciated appearance, long facial features, and bumps on their forehead. No one in the village matched that description. Eventually, the village elder Greenbeard (a dwarf druid) had his apprentice (one of the PCs) send for the village's guest. To make sure that she didn't cotton onto the fact that they suspected her, he asked the town's minstrel (another PC) to pass on the message that Greenbeard wanted to speak to her. So the bard approaches the very tan, silver haired elf woman (basically all but stated to be the mother of the party ranger), passes on the message, and then can't move. The big bad says that she needs a safety net in case things go wrong, and knocks out the bard.
A few minutes later, elven woman enters Greenbeard's hut, and after a short conversation he blasts her with Dispel Magic breaking the illusion over her. Revealing a starved frame, long face, and bumps on her forehead. Her response: "Well, it seems that I have been found out. However before you divest yourself of your...civilized trappings and have your way with me, you may want to make a deal: I leave and in exchange your singer lives. Did you really think I'd come here without being prepared?"
As much as it pisses them off, Greenbeard and the PC let her leave. Then the PC promptly finds the half-elf ranger and the dwarf paladin (archery range and brewery respectively [the dwarf was studying, not drinking]) and tracks down their prey. They find her, and the bard (tied to a tree), in a forest clearing just as the big bad finishes a ritual. With a stone knife and chanting eldritch words, she drives the knife into her abdomen, wrenching it sideways as she reaches into the cut with her free hand. With a terrible scream of pain, she rips out her stomach and casts it aside as the bumps grow into antlers, bones snap and elongate, her face tears open as bone pushes its way outwards, her ring and index fingers fall off as the remaining fingers elongate and grow sharp claws, her shoes burst as her feet turn into hooves, and coarse, white fur sprouts from her skin. Roll for initiative.
The druid went first, and cast Rock Growth in front of the wendigo. Next the ranger shot at her with her orc warbow while her animal companion went to free the bard. Wendigo's turn begins with a spell: Sleet Storm. So vision is worth squat, the PCs now have to worry about footing, and it's already cold enough without having to worry about sleet. Eventually the party triumphs and takes the head back to the village to present to Lengman, the blacksmith. Lengman had made a deal with the dwarf: in exchange for bringing him the head of the one that killed his brother, he'd get the barkeep to not be quite so stingy with the ale.
Unbeknownst to the PCs, the wendigo's stomach began to grow fleshy tendrils. Over the next two days, these tendrils weaved together a body. When at last the body was finished, the wendigo awoke with a start, before shoving her hand into her abdomen and ripping out her stomach again. Looking towards the village, four words escaped from her lipless, fanged maw: "Time for round two."
