Okay, we are not
going to talk about sphinx sex.
Got it? No sphinx sex. Too much has been written about sphinx
sex already. Seriously, the Bestiary entries (and (A)D&D’s Monster Manuals before
them) read like fanfic. Which is
all well and good—there are places for that—but sphinx mating habits should
take up a paragraph, not pages and pages.
(Except maybe in this rulebook.)
(For the record, my thoughts on sphinx sex live here, and
that is my last word on the subject.
Weitere Diskussion über Sphinx
Paarungsverhalten ist hier verboten.)
What I find interesting about gynosphinxes is that they’re ludicrous. Not their bodies—in a world of owlbears, who are we to
criticize?—but their minds. Here we have creatures whose central
obsession is posing and solving riddles and puzzles in the wilderness. (Not that this is atypical in
mythology—intelligent trolls and fey are famous for it—but they are usually
tricked or cajoled into riddle games, not defined by it the way sphinxes
are.) Surely the intellectually
voracious cat-women would be happier closer to civilization…but they can’t
because they’re too territorial.
And then there’s that whole (sigh…if we must) sex obsession thing (on
the part of gynosphinxes)—only the objects of their lust, androsphinxes, feel
demeaned by such earthly and earthy desires, actively working to sublimate
their own passions and minimize such encounters.
I don’t know about you all, but to me this sounds familiar.
Sure, there are lots of other ways to play sphinxes. As stern sentinels, perhaps. As amateur archeologists and
astronomers. As tradition-obsessed
riddlers. As territorial, unpredictable
hunters who toy via riddles the way a cat toys with a mouse. They’re all valid. (I’d especially like to see people play
more with the sphinxes’ skill with magical symbols,
for instance.) But for my money,
sphinxes are The Big Bang Theory-esque
obsessives whose very intellects and tics distance them from the world around
them. They are thus caught halfway
between civilization and wilderness, scholar and predator, this age and the
last. They pose riddles, games,
logic exercises, and other trivia questions because their natures drive them
to…and because they don’t know any other way to interact. Not one of them would ever admit it,
but the one riddle a sphinx cannot solve is herself.
The hypergraphic
sphinx Slash scribbles obsessively on the cliff sides of the Kerr
Desert. He poses no riddles to
travelers—that would distract from his nervous claw carvings—and his writing
yields little of interest to most observers. Unfortunately, he also laces his work with magical symbols. Should a party of adventurers inadvertently set off one of
the symbols, Slash will immediately
attack them in a rage for “ruining” his work.
Mellora Tawnywing is
a sphinx known to head a pride of maftets. She finds their religious awe of the ruined hippodrome they
guard tiresome, but she treasures the cat-women’s company and treats their
enemies as her own. Occasionally
she shows leniency toward anyone who can beat her in a game—she prefers ancient
styles of chess or quoits—but the glee with which she eviscerates those the
maftets deem heretics has earned her a well-deserved dark reputation.
The arrival of a
mother-daughter pair of sphinxes to the gnome flying city of Dokkerstad was
originally cause for celebration—the scrolls and books they carried with them
in their satchels of holding were the
beginnings of the flying city’s library.
However, both have recently descended into territorial fits. The daughter now refuses to let anyone
enter the library she helped found, and the mother has claimed a block of
engine compartments that, if left untended by the maintenance gnomes, could
seize up any day now…dropping the entire city out of the sky.
—Pathfinder Bestiary
257
Part of “basic” D&D’s Creature Crucible series, PC2 Top Ballista actually presented sphinxes as PCs (this being
D&D, race and class were the same thing). Dokkerstad above owes its inspiration to that book’s bizarre
aerial city of Serraine.
Props to Jonathan H. Keith for his take on sphinxes in Mythological Monsters Revisited. Also, I have to point out that Bento Box
Studios’ illustration of the sphinx in the Bestiary
is textbook harpy syndrome.
Meanwhile regarding specters, syringesin left a comment that
he had never given thought to undead librarians. Having worked in libraries from seventh grade through grad
school, I can assure you I’ve never given thought to live ones.
Finally, hey, did I mention yesterday I had a really good day? Because I had a really good day.
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