Each cult the Lodgemaster establishes has its own unique name, symbology and social rules on a surface level. One might present as a social club for blue-blood hunters to gamble and drink in between fox chases, another may be an elite safari company catering to wealthy merchants, while yet another is an exclusive boarding school to teach young nobles military skills. However, behind closed doors or when involved in dark deeds their trappings are all the same. Lodge members wear deep-red frockcoats with polished bone buttons, bright red cravats and sashes, riding boots, assorted personal fetishes, and carved bone masks donating their rank. While lodge members can use a variety of weapons all of them carry a lodge knife with them. This cleaver is roughly the size of a short sword, its wide blade stamped with a wolf's skull and hilt bound with human leather. Note on weapons. The lodge members are built using firearms, specifically flintlocks, from the DMG rules. (Page 276,268). I...

Each cult the Lodgemaster establishes has its own unique name, symbology and social rules on a surface level. One might present as a social club for blue-blood hunters to gamble and drink in between fox chases, another may be an elite safari company catering to wealthy merchants, while yet another is an exclusive boarding school to teach young nobles military skills. However, behind closed doors or when involved in dark deeds their trappings are all the same. Lodge members wear deep-red frockcoats with polished bone buttons, bright red cravats and sashes, riding boots, assorted personal fetishes, and carved bone masks donating their rank. While lodge members can use a variety of weapons all of them carry a lodge knife with them. This cleaver is roughly the size of a short sword, its wide blade stamped with a wolf's skull and hilt bound with human leather. Note on weapons. The lodge members are built using firearms, specifically flintlocks, from the DMG rules. (Page 276,268). I...

An unholy amalgamation of fiend and machine the unitrifle is a pale-scaled devil from the waist up and a single black-iron wheel below. Like the rest of the King of Fool's Cavalcade the infernal swaths itself in ostentatious finery. This is often a heavily-brocaded black doublet with ruby sequins and a pointed hat with a red puff at the top. Its face is painted to be almost clownish, but the angles of its makeup are acute enough to be unsettling. The unitrifle carries a vicious whip crafted from demon-skin. Hell on Wheels. The cavalcade's unitrifles fulfill many roles within the infernal cirque. When the malefic motley is on the move they serve as outriders. When the King of Fools has set up shop in a favored tyrant's territory the unitrifles function as scouts or calvary if matters get bloody. Matters often do. When performing for the masses unitrifles delight the unwitting crowd with all manners of acrobatics and other tricks in tandem with their fellow devils. ...

The actual force behind the strawman is a devilish spirit without substance or threat until it inhabits a vessel of straw. Generally these vessels are medium, humanoid shapes of blight and offal infested straw covered by a gawdy, patchwork costume of garish colors. The devil's face floats just in front of the vessel's blank visage, continuously twisting to resemble who each onlooker hates the most. Inhuman Shields. The strawmen devils delight in fomenting hatred in mortal hearts and in turn using it to lure them to their demise. The King of Fools Cavalcade usually deploys a few of them amid its other devils when engaging hostiles. The strawmen divert attacks that would be better aimed at true threats and usually fell a few 'troublemakers' when they finally go down. Occasionally, though, the King of Fools will set loose a handful of the infernals among the camps and enclaves of a tyrant's enemies so they end up burning out from within. The stat block below re...

The devil's chalky, distended face is flanked by oversized ears and a mop of unruly, red hair. Its face is frozen in a grin with a vibrant, long tongue lolling from a perpetually open mouth. Make no mistake, though, beneath the vein juggler's ludicrous countenance lays a bloodthirsty beast. The acrobat wears a ruffled color of white top its bodysuit of a red and black checkerboard pattern. A ring of rusty spikes pierces the fiend's wrists. This leaves its hands slick with toxic blood that the vein juggler coalesces into balls for both combat and entertainment. Shock and Awe Troops. Vein Jugglers, as absurd as they are, make up the elite troops and everyday performers of the King of Fools Cavalcade. Their cartoonish mannerisms distract the masses who often assume them to be grotesque clowns. Disturbing or not, the vein jugglers further pacify the audience by tossing out bread and sweets. Their supernatural physique allows them to perform the most amazing stunts. At the sa...

Clad in only the most cutting-edge courtly fashions, the dandy lion prances in its perfectly-tailored wares. The clothing, no matter how ornate and garish, never hampers the creature. The fiend has a head of a red-furred lion, with claws to match. Strangely, though, the dandy lion's tail is scaled and tipped with a spade-shape. The dandy lion always has a twinkle in its eyes and blood on its lips. Social Predator. The King of Fools knows for the social order to topple some level of the political elite must sanction the proceedings. The dandy lions of the cavalcade vigilantly scour the peerage for any hint of rebellious tendencies. With honeyed words and cruel barbs, they rip the possible offender's reputation to ribbons. They can even literally turn their opponents' attire against them. If that does not work the fiends demand the satisfaction only a duel can bring and let their tooth and claw do the work for them. Dandy Lion mediul devil, lawful evil ...

The devil's curvaceous body all but spills out of a clingy dress with a black and red diamond pattern complete with ridiculous ruffles and glittering sequins. Behind a brocaded fan lays the bloated head of an infernal pig complete with gleaming tusks. The swine's face seems caked with white power, its cheeks rosy and beauty mark perfectly placed on the jowls. Blonde ringlets spill from its crown. Painted hooves and a ring-adorned, spiraling tail complete the creature's look. Weaponized Gossip. Blush swine know that something doesn't need to be true to be inciting. These boorish, pun intended, members of the King of Fools cavalcade spread disinformation and breed envy among the mortals they encounter. They take the guise of alluring courtesans to provoke nobles against commoners, or alluring circus floozies to provoke commoners against nobles. When the social classes clash the pigs whip up raw emotions until no one can tell friends from foe. Protective Mother. Nea...

The bauta's eyeless and mouthless skull is polished to the point of gleaming like a porcelain mask. In fact, it is not uncommon for the infernal visage to be mistaken as such. Clad in a great coat of inky-black fabric the devil carries a truncheon of hell-forged iron and a shield emblazoned with the King of Fool's judging gaze. Tyrant's Bloody Hand. Bauta devils are attracted to any despot struggling to enforce their dictates be they devil or mortal; monarch or theocrat. Compelled to enforce the law in the move violent way possible the skull-faced fiends manifest out of the ethereal plane and beat the surprised troublemakers until they surrender or perish all while spouting orders in infernal. Then the devils disappear back into the ethereal plane and let local authorities clean up the mess. Bauta mediul devil, lawful evil Armor Class 15 (natural armor) Hit Points 45 (7d8+14) Speed 30ft ...

The abatadire should be swimming through the cold, lifeless gap between spheres instead of poisoning the material plane with its presence; yet it is. The fifteen-foot-long atrocity resembles an armored, prehistoric fish with plates of polished meteorite, scales of space-dust, and a core of swirling stars. Being entranced by its alien beauty risks missing the aberration's reinforced jaws until it is too late. Non-Euclidian sigils sizzle across its asymmetrical fins and shift as the abatadire rains arcane fury on its foes. Thawed Terror. Pulled along by an uncanny force, the Groom returns to the frozen wastes of the world again and again. The living golem feels like the hole in his incomplete soul lays somewhere underneath the timeless ice. On one of his forays, the Groom found the remains of the first abatadire but was unable to free it from its frigid tomb. He returned the next summer with a fresh nepethe cult to dig it out. Most of the anarchists perished from the elements du...

There are certain personalities that are attracted to the cold, beautiful abomination known as Groom ; the dispossessed, the lost, and the suicidal. Once in the construct's orbit, their minds warp as they are exposed to the dead shard of divinity within the stoic destroyer. Their already fragile grasp on reality melts away and they become obsessed with garnering the Groom's acceptance and love. Unfortunately, the living golem is capable of neither. However, the Groom will use their infatuation to fulfill his aims. Often that is destroying the order and peace in a region so he can usurp control, or just because he loathes the honor and love the local powers represent. From time to time, the Groom mobilizes them against his hated creator and foe, the Relict. Lineament. If the cult exists for more than a couple of months inevitably a handful of its members improve their oblivion connection to the point where they become lineaments. No longer strictly mortal creatures, their b...

Encased in a rime-kissed cage of sigil-stained iron, the fleshless skull screams with the voice of the tundral wind. Pale curls of necrotic energy lick from the undead's empty sockets. Its teeth have been replaced with icicle fangs. A hint of the numbskull's spine remains but only as an ethereal afterthought dangling from the cage's bottom as the horror floats along. Desolate Soul. The numbskull was born from self-inflicted torture. It once belonged to one of the nihilistic nepenthe cultists who worship the Groom . The now-dead cult believed that existence is a worthless endeavor and one day entropy will drag it all back to the frigid void between the stars. The soon-to-be numbskull slipped into a runic head cage of its own volition and relished every tormented moment as the device burned away its identity and soul until only an instrument of oblivion remained. Ceaseless Hunger. The numbskull not only seeks to devour the living but all sources of heat. The icy nature...

There are certain personalities that are attracted to the cold, beautiful abomination known as Groom ; the dispossessed, the lost, and the suicidal. Once in the construct's orbit, their minds warp as they are exposed to the dead shard of divinity within the stoic destroyer. Their already fragile grasp on reality melts away and they become obsessed with garnering the Groom's acceptance and love. Unfortunately, the living golem is capable of neither. However, the Groom will use their infatuation to fulfill his aims. Often that is destroying the order and peace in a region so he can usurp control, or just because he loathes the honor and love the local powers represent. From time to time, the Groom mobilizes them against his hated creator and foe, the Relict. The fates of these gatherings are always the same though, those are not expended for the Groom's interests are willingly eliminated with his blade when the construct eventually tires of their presence. The typical n...