(Illustration by Aleksey Bayura comes from Paizo’s Tumblr
and is © Paizo Publishing.)
Pathfinder’s veelas are the beauty and exultant joy of raw
elemental power given form. A crackling
fire, splashing waves, leaves caught in a whirling wind, the tumble of an
avalanche—all of these are embodied in veelas.
As such, they straddle the line between elemental and fey, both of their
element and a metaphor for it all at once.
And as with many fey, a dance with one is both exhilarating and exhausting,
an experience that taxes even as it gives.
The veelas in these particular adventure seeds are a bit
more aggressive than most of their kind, but that’s intentional on my part so
that you have plenty of excuses to use them as antagonists.
A smith has a secret:
He is regularly visited by a trio of fire veelas who dance with him in his
forge and help him craft elegant blades.
When adventurers go to ask him about the provenance of a murder weapon,
the veelas ambush them as snoopers and stealers of trade secrets. (Speaking of secrets, two of the outsiders
are natural veelas, but one of the dancers has wispy memories of a long-ago
mortal life—the one she lived before her village was incinerated by the red
dragon Visarojax.)
A water veela has
long visited the poor near the river docks, appearing as an azure
ministering angel to sick Downsiders who can’t afford a doctor. But as the city’s industry has grown, the
waters of Downside have become polluted, and this seems to have caused a shift
in the veela’s outlook. Instead of
offering the balm of cure serious wounds,
she now beckons patients into exhausting dances. Some have even turned up dead or with strange
corruptions coursing through their bloodstreams.
The City of Brass has
an embassy on one arm of the inevitable-managed planar city of Caltrop. Among the staff are fire veelas whose ballet
performances, fire cupping, and deft conversation are meant to set visitors at
ease. The veelas are actually all
consummate spies and occasional assassins for the efreet. Because the embassy is considered sovereign
soil, the veelas are subject to Plane of Fire law, not inevitable codes of
justice, should any “incidents” occur.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 5
264–265
I should of mention that veelas—or rather, vilas—come from
Slavic folklore. Of course, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire gave
them their big break on the fantasy stage.
Bestiary 6 has
been announced! Tumblr readers have
already seen my reaction here.
I never posted my radio show last week—mostly out of aggravation,
since circumstances beyond my control made me late. But what show there was was still lot of fun,
so if you want it you’ve got till midnight tonight (sorry!) to snag it. Click here and fast-forward to about 35
minutes in.
Also, as of right now it looks like I will be back on
Tuesdays for the fall semester, so look for me tomorrow night at 10 PM if you
want to listen live!
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