There was a bone with 28 marks on it that was considered
Man’s first attempt at a calendar.
Until a woman said, “What man needs to mark 28 days?”
For years, scholars have assumed the complicated hairstyles
worn by vestal virgins and other Classical women were wigs. A Baltimore hair stylist just proved
the looks could be achieved with a needle and thread.
And let’s not forget Cain and Abel—just where did their
wives come from anyway?
For every system Man constructs, there is a woman outside of
it.
Archon vs. demon, agathion vs. daemon, azata vs. devil,
genies holding the elements in balance…and then there are the night hags.
And if hags represent a fear of the feminine other, night
hags are that fear engorged with fears of nightmares, the dark, and the
fate of souls.
Night hags ride the backs of dreaming creatures, sapping
their vitality and strength. Night
hags haunt the Ethereal Plane like foul hunched shepherdesses, harvesting souls
for sale. If
there is a deal to be brokered or a market to be exploited in the multiverse, a
night hag will be there.
Every warrior has to sleep. Every room can’t be warded against ethereal creatures. After you die, your soul may not be
your own. Everyone sometimes lets his
or her guard down…and that’s when a night hag strikes.
Young men in the
village keep dying in their sleep after debilitating nightmares and
exhaustion. All made the mistake
of paying attention to the same girl, a changeling who has no idea that her
night hag mother watches her from beyond the Veil of Mist.
An animate dream
flees a night hag’s service and takes the shape of a noted adventurer. Soon the adventurer finds herself the subject
of rumor and whisper as this monstrous version of her invades both the dreams
and real lives of her neighbors and friends. Meanwhile, the night hag begins riding the adventurer in a
dream haunting, trying to piece together why the dream should have taken this
particular woman’s shape.
When an adventurer
falls in battle and loses his soul to a night hag, his friends vow to rescue
him. Determined to avoid her
pursuers and get the highest price, the night hag eschews the Hag Market and
the Dis Exchange in favor of a new bazaar run by asuras, where moon-beasts and
caulborn rub shoulders with nues and half-constructs (see the Advanced Race Guide). It is soon clear to both the night hag
and the adventurers that they are in over their heads, and that new players
with strange motives have entered the soul racket.
—Pathfinder Bestiary
215
"What man needs to mark 28 days?"
ReplyDeleteIf he's anything like me, a VERY CAREFUL man.