The scouring gatekeeper is an unholy fusion of insect and man that is vaguely reminiscent of either a centaur or a chimera. The central part of its body resembles an ankheg with a desert brown shell. Where a head should be, the chitin blossoms into a chiselled human torso, arms and head. These limbs are covered with chitin plates of the same hue arranged like a muscle curious and tall helmet. From under the creature’s ‘mask’ hangs a mass of course, insectoid hairs easily mistaken for a beard. The gate keeper’s back end sports a sinnous tail with a mandible framed mouth full of human teeth. Lastly, the anathema carries a corroded bident, the points of which are framed from its shedding. Some have markings of smeared offal on their sides to denote their place in a haphazard hierarchy. Grotesque Guard. As The Pariah hold solidifies over a city, it is not only the downtrodden and mad who fall under his influence. Inevitably, whatever military is mustered to try and contain the plag...

Composed of silvery, chitin segments as large as a human child, the insect crawls across the blighted ruins within which it nests. No doubt this silverfish would only be considered vermin to the gods themselves, for now it is a scouring predator feeding on flesh and magic alike. The behemoth has consumed so many scrolls and spell books that it crackles with an arcane force all its own; a hungering sorcery eager to consume more magical energy. Long antennae hang from its brow, stained red from many meals and often with skulls and other bones spiked by its spines. History's Bane. So complete is the devastation that The Pariah brings, that his reality-warping abilities effects and employees even the lowest of vermin to its cause. Silverfish, usually content with nibbling on skin cells and demolishing paper, are elevated into veritable war machines. The swarms seek out holy texts, spellbooks and scroll first and foremost, crippling magical opposition to their leperous lord. This...

Arousing and ailing, sensual and sickly, the veiled seizeran is, at first glance, a comely woman swathed in nigh-translucent veils. What can be seen of her soft skin appears feverish with desire. Up close, however, the beads of diseased sweat clearly shimmer across her multicolored raiment… for it is nothing more than thin flaps of infectious skin sticking to the aberration’s false curves. Those contours too are a lie, consisting of carbuncles and fatty sores. Somewhere under it all remains the humanoid woman the veiled seizeran once was, even if it is her all-too becoming eyes. Polluted Harem. While The Pariah is incapable of love and even lust, he still gathers paramours who give their heart, bodies, and souls to him. These poor women, often drawn from either the untouchable or most-vaulted classes, end up having all three aspects offered twisted by his ‘adoring’ caresses. The unique boils that break out across their body make it impossible to don even the lightest clothing wi...

The mottled suckling is a lithe, rubbery creature with sallow yellow skin covered in inky, infectious blots. Little remains of the humanoid it once was, including a lack of sex characteristics and hair. Its face is a teardrop shaped with its point ending in a puckered hole where a mouth would be. This sphincter contains the suckling's vile proboscis, which uncoils like a wary serpent before plunging into a victim. Most sucklings wear tatterdemalion clothes, giving them the appearance of a beggar or leper. Still, if their skin and oddly shaped skulls weren’t dead giveaways of an alien nature, the suckling’s gnarled claws are half-again longer than a humanoid’s hand. Blight Bringers. So powerful is the pull of The Pariah's throng of devoted madmen, the mottled sucklings eventually perished from one eldritch disease or another produced by the sultan of sickness. Yet, the most fervent did not stray dead. Instead, their mortal coils were as to a moth’s pupae from which a mott...

The churning mass of clotted blood, cruor, rotting discharges, and scabs takes on a disturbingly humanoid shape. Despite its vile mass, the elemental moves disturbingly fast as it transforms from a tide of filth and back to a hulking horror with ease. Typhoid Tide. So powerful is the pull of The Pariah's charisma is so powerful that even the diseased effluents of his devoted flock gather to worship at his feet. As the diseased run off pools and grows, it eventually animates into a quasi-intelligent creature that can be best described as an elemental. These scabrous flows fill profane basins dedicated to the prince of pestilence. Other elementals glop through the streets of a city dominated by the Pariah’s insanity patrolling for those that would unwisely try and turn the tired. Scabrous Elemental Large elemental (biological waste), neutral Armor Class 12 (natural armor) Hit Points 123 (13d10 + 52)...

It’s easy to discern that the mantled swine was once a normal pig until the infection took over. Most of its face is featureless, smooth, pink flesh from which a single eye bulges in the middle of its forehead. A tangle of barbed tusks erupt from the sides of where a mouth once was. These pearlescent protrusions contain an intricate vein network that is easily visible whenever the mantle swine feeds. Caked on mud and filth covers the rest of its corpulent body. From behind the pig’s head and trailing down its spine is a carpet of fine pseudopods that resembles a razorback’s ridge. Filthy Beasts. Wherever the The Pariah goes, he always visits swineherds and their sounders first. Some speculate it is because the prince of pestilance always enjoyed pork when he was but a mortal man, or perhaps he kept pet pigs. It's hard to know for sure. The Pariah wades into the pens and 'blesses' the swine with a vile parasitic infection which rapidly mutates the beasts into cyclopean...

Session Thirty Seven: The Siege of Newpoole, Part 3 An untamed frontier. Dark cults. Fickle fey gods. Ravenous fiends. Nothing black powder and sorcery won't fix... . Timberlands Campaign Diary Overnight, the heroes took some time to rest and strategize with their allies the Wrathyrst brothers and the captain of the Tempered Musketeers, Veerle Oldguard. It was decided that the assembled forces, scant as they were, would strike out for a roadside fort between here and Newpoole. According to rescued mercenaries (Session 36), a truly massive deadwood treant marched on the fortress days ago. While the mortal forces were low in number, they were quite skilled, and will luck could fell the fey forces besieging the fort. That night Shinashe, the rabbit folk paladin, discovered exactly what massive meant. Atop her griffon mount, Hibou, the heroine scouted ahead in the pitch of the night. It wasn’t hard to spot the Deadwood Turret (legedary version enchanted to have fire resitan...