jguy
2008-11-07, 09:20 PM
Okay, just so you all know, I haven't been able to stat out any of these guys just yet. I've been reading the threads for making monsters and I want to get my idea down before I lose it. If anyone wants to help me stat these guys out, that'd be wonderful. If not, I'll get to it eventually. I'll insert needed game information on special things though.
This is for a horror campaign that I thought of but will probably never do. It has to deal with a town that has succumbed to a dark cult. [Ya, not the most original thing in the world, but classics work.] I am just going to give their descriptions like a DM was telling a story to the players (easier for me to descripe what's in my head)
The Senseless Cultists
--You come upon a white robed figure standing in the middle of the road. His head and face is covered in a white robe and his hands are inside his sleeves. You can't see his face, a dark shadow passing over it, but the way he is standing makes it appears he knew you were coming for miles. You hail a greeting to him...her...it, cautiously. In a clear voice, he welcomes you.
"Come brothers and sisters, you look weary. I'll take you someplace to get some rest." He stands aside the rode and beckons you with a sweep of his arm. You catch a glimpse of his hand before it is placed back into the sleeve. Gold, it looked like he was wearing a golden glove or gauntlet of some sort. Tired, you accept his hospitality and follow him towards town.
You are glad for his directions for you are soon walking through a heavy fog bank, barely able to see a couple feet ahead of you. The man guiding you walks briskly and with confidence, unmindful of the fog.
You soon enter town as the fog clears up. It's a small town, perhaps a few hundred people if that. Men and woman are walking through town smiling. They greet you with cheer and bow their heads towards the robed figure. He nods his head, saying a blessing in a language you can't quite understand...
As you walk, you catch sight of a more robed figures walking slowly in single file line into what appears to be a temple of white stone. Before you can ask any questions, you and your party have arrived at the inn.
"Here, you may rest for the night and continue your journey on the morrow." He opens the door for you and you enter.
The innkeeper greets you with obvious happiness, asking you to have a seat and have a meal. You reach for coin but he waves you off. The robed man had vouched for you, you stay and eat for free. Before long, the meal has gone to your head and you feel tired. You say night to your party and go to bed.
You wake to the low glow of candles, blinking your eyes. You try to sit up, but you find your arms restrained. Your eyes open wide and you find yourself surrounded by white robed figures holding candles. The smell of molten metal hits your nose and you cough.
"I am glad you are awake," comes the voice of the man from before. He is standing at the foot of the bed, feeding gold nuggets into a small cauldron, watching them melt. The heat doesn't bother him, those same gold gloves are protecting him.
"You are probably very confused right now," he says, moving towards the side of your bed. "Well, you are about to join something wonderful, something greater then yourself. First, you must be prepared." Another robed figure hands him a pair of tongs and a very sharp looking knife. As this his happening, the others are pouring the gold into a strange mold of some sort.
"Don't worry, this only hurts for a couple days. Now, let the preparation begin." For the first time, he takes off his hood and you are shocked at what you see. His whole head and face is covered in gold. It looks to be like some sort of helmet but something is wrong. It's too tight on his head, making no room for ears at all. It's too flat on his face, like there is no nose there. No eye holes in the mask, in fact, there are great dips where eyes should be, going into the head. His mouth is completely covered too, more gold reaching into his jaw, as if there was no tongue and he had no reason for it. You see that his gloves aren't that. The flesh at the wrists are red and charred and the metal moves with the flesh like a second skin, if it even were flesh.
Look up to see the figures pulling out the mask in two parts. It's just like his and you realize what he means by 'preparation' when he moves in to remove your eye. --
Okay, that came out more of a story thing than anything else...my bad. Anyway, my idea was a cult of people who remove all 5 senses yet function better than they did with them. Oh, I'll post what they worship in just a second. I love this...thing
This is for a horror campaign that I thought of but will probably never do. It has to deal with a town that has succumbed to a dark cult. [Ya, not the most original thing in the world, but classics work.] I am just going to give their descriptions like a DM was telling a story to the players (easier for me to descripe what's in my head)
The Senseless Cultists
--You come upon a white robed figure standing in the middle of the road. His head and face is covered in a white robe and his hands are inside his sleeves. You can't see his face, a dark shadow passing over it, but the way he is standing makes it appears he knew you were coming for miles. You hail a greeting to him...her...it, cautiously. In a clear voice, he welcomes you.
"Come brothers and sisters, you look weary. I'll take you someplace to get some rest." He stands aside the rode and beckons you with a sweep of his arm. You catch a glimpse of his hand before it is placed back into the sleeve. Gold, it looked like he was wearing a golden glove or gauntlet of some sort. Tired, you accept his hospitality and follow him towards town.
You are glad for his directions for you are soon walking through a heavy fog bank, barely able to see a couple feet ahead of you. The man guiding you walks briskly and with confidence, unmindful of the fog.
You soon enter town as the fog clears up. It's a small town, perhaps a few hundred people if that. Men and woman are walking through town smiling. They greet you with cheer and bow their heads towards the robed figure. He nods his head, saying a blessing in a language you can't quite understand...
As you walk, you catch sight of a more robed figures walking slowly in single file line into what appears to be a temple of white stone. Before you can ask any questions, you and your party have arrived at the inn.
"Here, you may rest for the night and continue your journey on the morrow." He opens the door for you and you enter.
The innkeeper greets you with obvious happiness, asking you to have a seat and have a meal. You reach for coin but he waves you off. The robed man had vouched for you, you stay and eat for free. Before long, the meal has gone to your head and you feel tired. You say night to your party and go to bed.
You wake to the low glow of candles, blinking your eyes. You try to sit up, but you find your arms restrained. Your eyes open wide and you find yourself surrounded by white robed figures holding candles. The smell of molten metal hits your nose and you cough.
"I am glad you are awake," comes the voice of the man from before. He is standing at the foot of the bed, feeding gold nuggets into a small cauldron, watching them melt. The heat doesn't bother him, those same gold gloves are protecting him.
"You are probably very confused right now," he says, moving towards the side of your bed. "Well, you are about to join something wonderful, something greater then yourself. First, you must be prepared." Another robed figure hands him a pair of tongs and a very sharp looking knife. As this his happening, the others are pouring the gold into a strange mold of some sort.
"Don't worry, this only hurts for a couple days. Now, let the preparation begin." For the first time, he takes off his hood and you are shocked at what you see. His whole head and face is covered in gold. It looks to be like some sort of helmet but something is wrong. It's too tight on his head, making no room for ears at all. It's too flat on his face, like there is no nose there. No eye holes in the mask, in fact, there are great dips where eyes should be, going into the head. His mouth is completely covered too, more gold reaching into his jaw, as if there was no tongue and he had no reason for it. You see that his gloves aren't that. The flesh at the wrists are red and charred and the metal moves with the flesh like a second skin, if it even were flesh.
Look up to see the figures pulling out the mask in two parts. It's just like his and you realize what he means by 'preparation' when he moves in to remove your eye. --
Okay, that came out more of a story thing than anything else...my bad. Anyway, my idea was a cult of people who remove all 5 senses yet function better than they did with them. Oh, I'll post what they worship in just a second. I love this...thing