The spectre is one of the classic undead. For old-school fans of the world’s oldest
role-playing game, they were mostly memorable for combining the threat of
incorporeality with a nasty 2-level energy drain attack. Beyond that, though, there wasn’t a
whole much to differentiate them from other similar threats like wraiths.
In Pathfinder, what sets them apart is a single emotion:
hate. It’s gestured to in the Bestiary, but I have to give credit to
Brandon Hodge in Undead Revisited for
nicely teasing out the difference between them and the rest of the spectral
dead. Other undead hunger, mourn,
lament, obsess, and so on.
Spectres hate. They hate so much that they don’t go on
to the afterlife—they return as spirits to hate and hate and hate some more. Then they seek out victims to turn into
spawn and join them in their rage.
The good(?) news is that because spectres are so-fueled by
hate, they don’t get lost in undeath the way other spirits do; they largely
retain their faculties and sense of selves. Which makes them interesting personalities for you as the GM
to role-play, and useful sources of information on bygone times for PCs…if they
can get past the whole murderous rage thing.
Spectres’ unnatural aura makes for a nice flavor element—you
should definitely give animal companions and familiars a chance to freak out if
you can—as does their sunlight powerlessness. In fact, it’s fortunate that spectres are bound by the place
of their death and the distance they can travel before dawn. Otherwise, who knows how far their hate
might take them…?
Zeno of the Burning
Brand is twice cursed. In
life, his severe Sinburner sect lost its schismatic war with the more
benevolent main branch of the sun god’s worship. His hate for the soft, city-dwelling Sun Children brought
him back as a spectre…and now every dawn he must flee from the fiery gaze of
the unforgiving deity he so loved.
V’ss’takl is a
serpentfolk warrior who longs to devour the soul of every manling on the
planet. Unfortunately, he is bound
to what is left of his earthly remains: the sword that lies where his body (now
long decomposed) fell. V’ss’takl has recently hatched a new scheme: He plans to
force a wizard to enchant the blade as a ghost
touch weapon so that he will be free to roam at will and build an army of
undead.
Librarians who
persist into the afterlife tend to return in reliable ways—as ghosts,
mourning a lost work or unfinished task…as huecuvas, whose browsing of
forbidden codices led them off the path of faith…or as allips, the babbling
forlorn suicides born of loneliness or madness. However, Jephrias Mull is all about revenge. A frustrated author crushed under the
unsold tomes he spent his life savings having copied, Mull has returned as a
spectre, turning the head librarian and catalogers who snubbed his stilted
prose into his first spawn.
—Pathfinder Bestiary
256
My first DJ name—courtesy of a James Bond-loving cohost—was
S.P.E.C.T.R.E: “Scary, Patchen Even Controls the Transmission of Radio
Entertainment.”
Hell yeah I used it.
Names like that don’t fall from the sky every day.
Speaking of which, we interrupt this monster-focused blog to
bring you…new music! Two hours of
mostly new songs, which all happen to be perfect for this cloudy, mellow
Monday. I also managed to sneak in that new Moby/Wayne Coyne (of the Flaming
Lips) track and a nod to In Utero’s 20th anniversary. Download (and enjoy) it!
(FYI, I was a hair late to the station on Saturday, so the
music starts about four minutes into the file—feel free to fast-forward a lil
bit. For best results, Save As an mp3 and enjoy in iTunes. Link good till
Friday, 9/20, at midnight.)
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