You’ve seen Cats,
right? (Of course you have.) Picture Mungojerrie and
Rumpleteazer. As conjoined twins. Fiendish
conjoined twins. From Hell. Born from the mutilated remains of a
slain divine thief.
Oh, and they're not singing. Because they're stabbing. You. With their kukris.
That—or rather, they, both of them, but with one mind, I
forgot that part, so let’s go back to the original that, that singular, that that—is an adhukait.
Stabby, stabby.
Rejects of the gods
recognize each other. A medusa
raised to believe the she is the direct descendant of a deposed moon goddess
finds an able ally in her adhukait servant. The pair is responsible for a number of temple desecrations
and the disappearance of several priests.
The adhukait’s calling card in these operations is that he smashes every
mirror and blackens any other reflective surfaces in soot or paint, to the
delight of his serpent-haired mistress.
Hell is not the
province of devils alone.
Mortal adventurers discover this while trying to sneak into Hell to slay
a fiend. The estate they are
charged with infiltrating is claimed by a devil, but in truth he has been
leasing the fortress for the past century from an upasunda. The devil has no intention of returning
“what is mine by divine right” to “that upstart godspurned wench,” and can
point to the usual contractual loopholes to back himself up. So the asura sends a squad of adhukaits
to send a message and kidnap some “insurance” from the devil’s
retinue...including the adventurers, if they’re not careful.
Asuras hate the gods,
but a rogue band of adhukaits believes that if they devour the flesh and fluids
of their divine forbear, they will become as like to gods themselves. (They reason that it takes one to kill
one.) Who knows if the strange
colloid they have found really is divine, but it does seem to augment their elusive auras and summoning abilities…
—Pathfinder Bestiary 3
22
No radio show this week, as I mentioned. Instead, I went
down to Charlottesville and hung out with an old DJ coworker of mine and her coworker—who just so happened to be
the first female General Manager of my undergrad college radio station! She graduated ten years before I ever
set foot on campus, so I’m still smiling ear-to-ear from getting the opportunity
to meet her.
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