Bearing an flamberge glinting with leering demon faces, the carnyfex prances into battle with an air of amusement and contempt. The fiend wears an executioner’s hood with a stitched-on grin. The leather is held in place by a rusted prince’s crown. Its wears an purely-ornamental breastplate over a quilted doublet with puff and slash sleeves of cerulean and marigold respectively. Long legs hide in tights of the same two colors with an exaggerated codpiece of the hues juxtaposed. Its scale-flanked hooves are bare and are the only easy clue to his infernal origins. The Prince of Headsmen. Many a tyrant’s foes meet their end under the swift stroke of an executioner’s blade while the bloodthirsty crowd roars. The carnyfex draws energy off of these cruel and untamed mobs; the sort that tear flesh from the condemned as mementoes and dances with the piked head through the streets. He adores actions done for the sake of slaughter which hide under the guise of justice. He languishes in the C...

The fiend resembles a red-furred baboon stuffed into a butler's tailcoat. It's hooked claws scrap against the ground as it scampers along, barbed tail lashing with excitement. Above a wide tuff of stark white hair sits a wolf's skull that is proportionate to its small body. Hellish flames flicker within the cranium and smoke trails down its shoulders like unkempt hair. Pin-pricks of crimson light serve as the mangeservant's eyes. Sinful Retainers. The mangeservants attend to the Lodgemaster's every need and the greater fiend is rarely without a handful of them scampering about. They fetch their master food and drink, weapons and ammunition, sacrifices and daggers and all manner of other things at the snap of a claw. For their loyalty the Lodgemaster allows them to eat his table, or sacrificial, scraps. Though, the mangeservants don't exactly eat. The meat they chew sways within their skulls, roasting away to cinder and ash. Every lodge cult has a more than a...

The trophy wife wears a crimson frock coat atop a overbust corset of bone-brocade. Her pants match her coat and tall, ivory-buttoned spats are attached to her abyss-blackened hooves. The coat's interior is lined with grisly talismans crafted from various forest animals and sentient creatures. Brazen antlers spiral up from the fiend's platinum blond hair. The trophy wife's eyes are literally doe's, her lips ripe and red, and her skin as pale as snow. In fact, the beautiful fetishmonger is sometimes mistaken as celestial until she smiles and reveals a mouth full of shark-like teeth. Den Mother. Every cult set up by the Lodgemaster has one, and only one trophy wife. These fiends are charged with keeping the infernal lodge running from day to day with duties including: running the kitchen and larder, directing the cleaning staff, and organizing the debauched entertainment that draws members in and corrupts their souls. In this last task they procure a variety of illi...

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 ...