Back-to-back demons!
Today’s entry is the nalfeshnee.
Of all the demons, they operate perhaps the most like devils, in that
they are the Abyss’s middle managers and serve mortal spellcasters with
elaborate contracts. But don’t be
fooled: they serve themselves first, they Abyss second, and everyone else
last—including other demons and even evil deities. And, as Lords of Chaos
and Ultimate Magic note, in the
mortal world they are spies and keepers of secrets. The contracts they sign are largely meaningless—contracts
mean nothing to demons without the magical might to back it up. Meanwhile they are learning far more
than they spill—think Scarlett Johansson in The
Avengers (but in a fat suit with a pig mask).
In fact, the nalfeshnee’s bestial appearance might actually
trick players into thinking a nalfeshnee is a brute. It might not go amiss to leave the book open near players
encountering the demon for the first time. But while they’re looking at the picture and the damage
stats, you’ll be putting the nalfeshnee’s Int 23, Wis 22, and Cha 20 to work…
In short, like all demons they are about ruination and
destruction; they just go about it in a slightly less obvious way.
An elf archmage
summoned and bound a nalfeshnee decades ago to learn secrets of the Abyss…or
so he thought. In actuality, the
bonds wore off in the last 15 years, but the demon has stayed, gleaning the
secrets of high elf portal crafting
from the archmage without the elf’s realizing it. Just as a party of adventurers arrives, the nalfeshnee tires
of the ruse and attempts to kill the archmage and escape through an as yet
unfinished portal—which could send
him and the party anywhere in the multiverse.
A party comes across
a nalfeshnee tending the bubbling Abyssal pits and cauldrons that melt
souls into dretches. The nalfeshnee
does not recognize their Writ of Safe Passage (written by the demigoddess of
scorpions herself), so he spills a vat of dretches on to them, then summons
babaus to finish off anything that survives the ravenous soulspawn
A dance tournament is
being held. An elderly porcine
man asks if he and his loathsome siblings (one brother and four beak-nosed
sisters) can participate. For a
laugh the count says yes. But the
group is actually a nalfeshnee warband.
When they drop their disguises, the vrocks begin their dance of ruin and
the nalfeshnee heads for the count’s solarium to claim a secret tome written on
the skin of evil gnomes. (The
hezrou smashes with abandon.)
—Pathfinder Bestiary
65
Short one today.
Think I am coming down with something grim. Fever commencing in 3…2…1…
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