It’s no accident that so many evil wizards and especially
sorcerers are portrayed wearing masks.
In many cases, the mask is more than just a carved object—it is the home
of an evil spirit oni.
Without physical bodies of their own, oni’s forms tend to be
twisted emulations of mortal creatures.
As the weakest and most cowardly oni, spirit oni don't even have the
fortitude to manifest a bad physical copy; instead they inhabit masks specially
prepared for them. But—bitter,
resentful creatures that they are—they immediately regret this lesser form,
making them difficult servants who look to trade up to more powerful masters.
Spirit oni are a great way to give enemy low-level
spellcasters a bit more magical and melee oomph (“That sorcerer you tied
up? His mask is alive and chewed
him free. And it bit your sorcerer on the way out for Charisma
damage.”), and to further set them apart as having participated in rituals no
PC would dare. And since every
culture and time period has masks, spirit oni can fit into almost any
campaign. Or if you’re feeling
thematic, they might team up with other floating head monsters, including
vargouilles, beheaded, sagaris, and penanggalens.
Blind Joppa is the
only witness to a murder, and the tapestry of sounds and smells he reported
to authorities leads only to conflicting dead ends. Actually Blind Joppa himself is the murderer. The blood sorcerer can see perfectly
fine through his spirit oni familiar’s eyes, and his story is an out-and-out
falsehood with his blindness being the perfect alibi.
The High Street
Harlequins are a louche band of bards and players given to absinthe and
spreading rumors of their own devil worship. But the head Harlequin, the Masked Butler, is no actor—he
really is a diabolist who specializea in capturing minor (size Small or
smaller) fiendish creatures. His
personal effects are guarded by a rack of spirit oni disguised as commedia dell’arte masks.
There is a willow
tree outside of town that is avoided by all the locals. There masks said to be the death masks
of evil men flit about the boughs like birds. The masks are free-willed spirit oni tired of serving mortal
masters but too afraid to pay the high cost of reincarnation. Usually they prey on lone travelers,
but they occasionally will cast commune
if they are allowed to lap at fine rice wine or an open wound or sore.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 3
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Edit: Thanks for your
patience. The day this entry was
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Original post:
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