The Wereboar entry is
now up. Give it some love! Also, you’ve got until midnight U.S.
Eastern to download last week’s radio show—which you should, because it was awesome.
You'd think—given my by-now-well-established suspicion of
monster series that get overgrown and unruly (Does every material on Earth Oerth Golarion need a
golem? Does every terrain need a giant?)—that I’d hate the werecrocodile.
Because it totally falls into that familiar pattern:
“Okay, desert setting.
Needs a werecreature. How
about a were… *consults book on Egypt*
crocodile? Everyone good with
that? Okay, let’s move on—how about a golem made of sandstone? Because
desert, amirite?”
But I don’t hate the werecrocodile, because werecrocodiles
are awesome. I mean, who doesn’t like bloodthirsty
reptile-men? Especially ones that
can sprint 60 feet in a round and execute a death roll on a grappled foe? Plus, as I mentioned on Tuesday, werecrocodiles
tend to always get associated with evil desert cults, and evil desert cults are
phenomenal. If you send one of my characters into your Fantasy Cairo,
you’ll never even get me near a pyramid—I’ll be too busy clearing cultists of
Set out of the sewers and riverbanks, with a smile on my face the size of
Indiana Jones’s after a particularly good day.
But maybe you’re bored of reptile cults. As shapechangers, werecrocodiles are
excellent low-level allies for rakshasas (who also often have croc heads). As
brawlers, they might show up in bareknuckle boxing rings, gladiatorial pits, or
even one of the more martially minded monasteries. They don't have to be underground terrors either—a City
Watch made up of werecrocodiles would have a fearsome reputation…
The feud between the
Vance and Mossbrood families has been terrifying the folk
of the Semper Bayou for 15 years now.
By rights the werecrocodilian Mossbroods should have driven out the
half-ogre Vances years ago, but the latter family’s rapacious (in every sense
of the word) appetites and sheer martial ability have bred dozens of seasoned ogrekin
warriors more than capable of gutting “them shifty gators.”
The Satrap of Ishuth
disdains the pagan religion of his subjects, but he recognizes the
expediency in appearing to have adopted the worship of their animal-headed
idols. Plus, inserting his werecrocodile
servants into the priesthood has been a way to keep the troublesome clerics in
line while appeasing the gullible masses.
However some of the werecrocodiles carry knowledge of blood magic from
the Sea of Elephants, and the cursed arcana is beginning to taint the city in
disturbing ways.
Treacherous reefs
and the ever-present threat of bunyips make anchoring at Fort Tribulation a
risky endeavor…and this gives the Local Order of Stevedores and Longshoremen
surprising political and monetary clout.
In reality, Fort Tribulation’s last bunyip was driven off years ago, and
any “incidents” are caused by the dockworkers themselves, many of whom are
werecrocodiles.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 4
189
Blood of the Moon features werecrocodile-kin known as
scalehearts.
Also, yeah, priests of Set and I have some history. Specifically, my Vampire character (and
therealkendrickdane) nearly burned down San Francisco trying to get rid of some
of them. I hate those guys.
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