Modern fairy stories (and I’m especially including fairy films
in this) have gotten really good at That Moment. It’s That Moment when the fairy tale becomes
a faerie plot. That Moment when the trap
is sprung. That moment when the Pale Man
awakens or the monster of the month transforms behind Hellboy’s back and
attacks.
Spriggans are ideal for That Moment in your game. They’re harmless, dirty gnomes—until they’re
not little or harmless at all.
Why spriggans transform is up to you and your worldbuilding. They’re practically fey, so transforming might
just be what they do—likely as a result of some original sin or curse handed
down by Oberon, Rhiannon, or another great power. In Golarion, spriggans are gnomes who went
too far in their efforts to rid themselves of the Bleaching. Like trolls, spriggans might also be the link
between gnome- or faeriekind and giantkind, with gnarled feet firmly planted in
both worlds. Or they might even be
mutations, science experiments, alchemical super-soldiers, or just creatures of
rage whose ire takes very physical form.
Davis Jagger is a
bloodthirsty quickling who wants revenge on the sheriff who drove him out
of Litchfield. After a speedy
(naturally) search of the local abandoned mines and barrows, he rounds up the
Ox Mob Seven as his heavies. These foul
spriggans, known for the rings they wear through their noses, disguise
themselves as gnomish tinkers to get into town. They wait until the gates are
shut and locked for the night to set flame to the prison, the inn, and the
summoning tower.
Adventurers travel
through a strange fey dungeon, each room of which seems to be a puzzle—or a
trap. The second chamber features a
half-dozen unkempt gnomes (actually spriggans) eating in grizzled silence
around a dining room table, upon the surface of which has been carved, “Arrive
and leave with grace.” To successfully
leave the room, the adventurers must sit at the empty seats and say grace or
otherwise bless the food or the company.
Doing so repels the spriggans, who file out of the room, leaving the
door open for the party to follow. Otherwise,
the spriggans continue eating and do not respond to any form of speech. Anyone who samples the food without prayer is
magically compelled to join the gnomes in their feast. If anyone physically touches the spriggans or
tries to force the locked door, the angry small folk howl in rage, swell in
size, and attack.
Elephant graveyards
are guarded by the mad-bone men, gnarled, ash-gray spriggans who ride on
hyenas, play talking drums, and dine on the flesh of the fallen beasts. They attack all who trespass on their land,
swelling to giant size and fighting with ivory-studded greatclubs.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 2
257
Paizo clearly loves spriggans; they’ve shown up in
everything from Adventure Paths to modules (with a stronger variant in Realm of the Fellnight Queen) to Gnomes of Golarion. There’s even a mythical spriggan city
mentioned in Heart of the Jungle.
I love Spriggan, they are zany pseudo-gnomes, and going from small sized creepers that the PCs can beat if they catch them, to giant sized brutes who now catch the PCs, it lends itself to a dynamic encounter.
ReplyDeleteMy homebrew was graced by a recurring PC over the world's centuries (due to villain-esque contingency regenerations) whose antics ended up inspiring future Spriggan (gnomes cursed somehow by this PC) to shout as their call to arms "For the Allfather!" and "By Belzer's Black Bones!" &c.
A gnome illusionist and cult leader I should clarify, hence the Spriggan/Gnome connection. He went out of his way to convince wayward gnomes that he was their true father, chaos ensued.
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