Deacons of the Horseman of Famine, meladaemons are the
jackal-headed daemons of starvation and thirst. This may make them among the most horrible creatures in
existence, even compared to other daemonic deacons. War can inspire acts of valor and is sometimes necessary to
fight evil; combating Pestilence inspires acts of charity and spurs scientific
advancement; and even Death by old age is a natural part of life. But Famine is just suffering compounded
by waste and deprivation, and it diminishes all it touches. Even meladaemons’
special abilities and spell-like abilities enervate and drag out suffering,
just for getting near the creatures!
Meladaemon-focused adventures are fun because (similar to
leukodaemons), they offer lots of opportunities for detective work and
escalating linked encounters: A starving village leads to spoiled feed leads to
a mercenary saboteur leads to a dark priesthood leads to a daemon-summoning ceremony
leads to a soul feast leads to…you get the idea. The good news for PCs: meladaemons work alone if possible,
or only with other meladaemons.
And since they kill their victims slowly, PCs have a better than average
chance of saving the innocent before it’s too late…
Determined to avoid a
foretold plague, a pharaoh orders stockpiles of preserved food and grains
for seven years. Over time,
though, what were reasonable set-asides become onerous levies. A meladaemon has infiltrated the
priesthood responsible for maintaining the granaries, and is rotting the stores
even as it starves the populace.
Dark cultists
answering to a cabal of meladaemons have blighted fields, diverted rivers,
and slaughtered livestock throughout the nation. The country’s benign servitors are overwhelmed (or were
murdered by the cultists), meaning that adventurers looking to alleviate the
suffering must join with the devil-worshipping Cerberian Legion, whose
strength, wealth, and skill at logistics come at the cost of freedom and mercy. Meanwhile, starvation has also caused a
dormant magical curse to activate, and many of the nation’s nobles have turned
into wereboars barely able to control their hunger or bloodlust.
Meladaemons rarely
work with other creatures. But
Curvus the Bone-Gnawer has fallen into an unholy infatuation with a wendigo
known as Windcurse. The meladaemon
brings hunger and disease to the longhouses of the snowy North, leaving the
inhabitants weak, desperate, and vulnerable to the call of his wendigo
lover. When the pair has devoured
or transformed the souls of the entire village, they move on to the next one,
leaving only empty settlements, haunts, and new ghouls and wendigos behind.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 2
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Oh hey! Let’s
talk about my weekend.
1) I did not see The
Hobbit. Still haven’t. Because Friday my friends Eric and Josh
decided to go to a matinee. Which
is understandable—Eric was in town from Georgia and only had so much time, and
I was at work—but man, how badly did I want to go to a movie about bearded
warriors with this guy…
2) Radio show.
Yeah, I posted pretty late yesterday, but whatever, go listen. It was good, I promise.
3) Went to the Christmas Revels in D.C. This is a musical celebration of the
solstice in general and Christmas in particular that happens every year, and
each year gets its own culture and time period theme (American Appalachia,
Renaissance Italy, Victorian England, Middle East in the Middle Ages,
etc.). It’s fantastic—not just
because of the show itself, but because of each year’s ridiculously well
researched program. There’s always
some nugget in there that I can take to the game, even if it’s just a cool
vocab word. This year’s was
“waits.”
Of course, the downside to #2 and #3 meant that I was
missing…
4) The first-ever Mythmoot, a Tolkien conference in my own
backyard! Which meant that I
missed yet another (private!) screening
of The Hobbit (in 3D!) and talks by
Tolkien fans and luminaries, including Corey Olsen, “The Tolkien Professor”
himself.
But! I had an
in: Because Prof. Olsen went to my college only a few years ahead of me, our
mutual friend (and successful Middle-earth cookbook Kickstarter) Heath got us
together for drinks at around midnight.
So even though I missed the con, I still got to have an excellent time
with an excellent scholar.
Final note: In order to make it to the above rendezvous, I
had to escape a party in Arlington, VA.
(I told you it was a busy weekend.) And that meant uttering the single dorkiest sentence spoken
on Earth ever. Worse yet, it was uttered to a room
full of attractive single female EPA employees who were trying to get my to eat
their homemade desserts. Dear
readers, I hope you all will learn from my mistake, and never find yourself
saying to a similar audience the following:
“I’m sorry, I can’t eat any more of your delicious pie; I
have to go to a Tolkien conference after-party.”
*facepalm* Yes, that really came out of my mouth. Sigh…
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