At first, cueros appear to be just another fantasy batoid
species. But with their relatively high intelligence
(Int 6, well within human range) and the ability to speak Aklo, it’s clear that
something more is going on here. Such
scores put them in the company of cloakers and trappers (the mature form of
female lurking rays). In fact, cueros
may even be degenerate cloakers,
having lost some of their power when not in the Shadow-energy-bathed subterranean
realms. (Actually, in the Golarion
setting the opposite is likely true: cueros were probably the original stock
from which the aboleths created cloakers.)
In any case, cueros are riverbank hunters, ambush predators,
and potential moon worshippers. They may
not have magic or the malice of their cloaker kin, but they make river travel
in the tropics—already plagued by disease, piranhas, alligators, and drakes—still
that much more dangerous.
Cueros have a taste
for ungulates…and centaurs. After
the death of a foal, a centaur tribe is desperate for revenge, but with the
monsoon season in full swing, there is too much danger from quicksand,
flooding, and the cueros themselves for the horsefolk to organize a
counterstrike. Adventurers who aid the
tribe will find their next few quests free of wandering monsters, as they are
discreetly shadowed by centaur rangers who see that they remain unmolested.
An augury to seek
“the prayerful ones who swim like bats and call to the moon” leads eventually
to a tropical lagoon filled with cueros.
Diving into the right tide pool on the solstice or the equinox leads
adventurers to a silver city on the moon populated by cloakers and a half-mad
and truly tarnished silver dragon.
Since the death of
Dyana Foss at the hands of charau-ka, scholars and field researchers once
again begin employing adventurers on a regular basis to protect expeditions.
National Geographick hires a party of adventurers to accompany a top loremaster
into the Amazon to study the mysterious one-eyed, one-armed, and one-legged
fachens. There is the usual run-in with
skum at the port—Brazil has long been aboleth country—but the adventurers don’t
really get a taste of what a dangerous task they've undertaken until they are
attacked by a pack of cueros not even one day out of Manaus.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 5
62
Last week I got zero useful hits when I searched for this
monster, but this week I’m getting directed to all kinds of South American
cryptid sites. Google is weird.
By the way, “cuero” apparently means leather, skin, or
animal hide in Spanish. It also
apparently means prostitute in the Dominican Republic. I haven’t explored that particular nuance of
the word…but cueros do have Int 6 (again, well within human range)…so maybe
some aberrations gonna be aberrant? If
you want your next jungle adventure to reach truly Apocalypse Now levels of dark…well, there ya go.
Also, is there such a thing is post-ipation? I’ve had this thing half-written since
Wednesday—Wednesday!—and it would not
come out.
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