Given the late hour (nearly 11 PM), I’m not likely to do
lamias justice by this post’s midnight deadline. Nevertheless, I’m a huge fan. Note that Wikipedia mostly sticks to the serpentine version
of the lamia, as did “basic” D&D (called the lamara in the Creature Catalogue); most editions of
(A)D&D/3.0/3.5 and Pathfinder call those lamia nobles or matriarchs. Why the factory-standard lamia model
comes with a lion’s chassis I don’t know, but they’re still quite capable
opponents.
Lamias will always be after fresh charmed victims—especially male PCs—for sport, breeding, and
meals. To a lamia, they’re all the
same thing. Typically, she will
use disguise self, charm person, major image, and suggestion
to weave a web of fabrications around her victims—and the more members a cult
has, the more elaborate the fantasies they create can be. Once the Wisdom drain sets in, it’s
only a matter of time before the hapless victims are in thrall, then in bed, then
in bellies.
Malicen styles
herself “the Queen Mother of Monsters” and in her lair (an isolated ruin of
an oracle whose fumes once inspired sibyls) she has gathered around her a
number of half-woman/half-beast creatures, including a clutch of harpies, an
elderly and infirm sphinx, and an exiled centaur barbarian who spends most of
her time blind drunk. They prey on
the few travelers and small caravans that linger too near. Malicen is cautious of better-armed
wagon trains, not wanting to bite off more than she can chew. She is also secretly terrified a lamia
matriarch will come along and take possession of the little she has built.
The enchanter Blaze
Thunderstroke considers himself quite a lady’s man—and he is, which is how
has swindled so many rich women out of their fortunes. The surest sign of his arrogance is
that he has recently taken not just one, but two lamias on as his
apprentices. They will defend him
to the death, but only because each lamia is determined to be the one who devours
him. Blaze doesn’t realize it, but
only their mutual jealousy and inability to comprehend the last half of his
spellbook has kept him alive so far.
Lamias dwell in the
ruined places of the world—perhaps for the solitude, perhaps to wallow in
the schadenfreude of others’ misfortune…and perhaps as a vestige of the curse
that created them. Recently,
travelers have reported lamias actively seeking out new archeological sites,
even going so far as to seduce male captives for digging rather than mating. Investigating, an adventuring party
discovers the rumors are true. At
one site, they find lamias trading with salamanders for weapons and rare
starmetals. There and at another
site, they also uncover evidence of lamias partnering with the dreaded
seugathi. But what aim could
be so dire as to unite the cursed beast-women and the Old One-worshipping
worms?
—Pathfinder Bestiary
186
Welcome to the letter L!
I’ve mentioned Spike Y. Jones’s Dragon Magazine “The Ecology of…” articles before; issue #192 finds
his bard Brendan Farwanderer relating “The Ecology (Love Life) of the
Lamia. Look for it!
More lamias tomorrow…which is practically in five
minutes. Oops.
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