The necrophidius is a relatively standard tomb guardian,
burglar alarm, and low-level assassin.
It can also be easily upgraded with contact poison, enchantments, magic
fangs, and other nasty effects. Your
average necrophidius will be found in a dungeon, so here are a few less likely
examples...
A necrophidius lurks
in the gibbet cage at the crossroads, masquerading as a corpse. Left as a trap for a meddlesome
spellcaster, it attempts to daze and paralyze anyone in the robes of a wizard,
cleric, or friar. The battlemage
who commanded the necrophidius intended to come back and humiliate his frozen
rival, but was killed in border skirmish the next day. The necrophidius has remained here ever
since. It has not been discovered
because the road is little used, and scavengers make quick work of the
construct’s victims—coyotes during the day, chupacabras at night.
A desperate rogue
stabbed a necrophidius in the eye sockets with an intelligent +2 serpentbane dagger, wedging it in its
skull. The resulting magical
feedback warped the dagger’s intelligence even as it transferred it into the
construct. Now the necrophidius is
convinced he is Noble Hood, an undead guardian naga and heir to a reptile
kingdom. He demands to be treated
as such should anyone find the treasure chamber he guards. Noble Hood instinctively fears removal
of the enchanted dagger from his skull and will attempt to slay anyone who approaches too
close. If the dagger is removed,
the construct (assuming it has not already been destroyed) returns to
mindlessness, but the dagger never quite recovers, sympathizing with the snakes,
serpentfolk, and nagas it is meant to slay.
What was a river
delta trading post at the foot of a school for female necromancers has
grown into a small city—but the mages are no less in charge. The gynarchy of Osdela Dame has grown
into a thriving university town where the living share the streets with the bleached
bones of the shambling dead.
Necrophidiuses are popular pets of the necromancer elites, who walk them
in the streets as if they were dogs.
Typically a necromancer uses a former paramour’s head in the construction—it
is a way of keeping one’s old lover close and reminding one’s current lover of the price
of disloyalty.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 2
196
Apparently the necrophidius was born in White Dwarf. In the
last two to three years I’ve started avidly reading White Dwarf even though I’ll never play the games. If that’s not the nerd equivalent of
pornography, I don’t know what is.
The necrophidius’s method of construction raises the
question: Who looks at a python skeleton and thinks, “That would look even
better with a human head”? What
kind of person treats taxidermy like a mash-up? I mean, besides my coworker R.…
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