Wooly Manticore

The Wooly Manticores of northern Findor are distinct from their southern brethren in their smaller stature and thick pelts of wiry grey fur. Their coats both protect them from the regions cold seasons and blend with the snow and rock of their hunting grounds. Prides of them are known to lair in caves and ruins through the region, and single young males will sometimes attack isolated standings to feast on the inhabitants and take up residence.

Wooly Manticore CR 3

XP 900
LE Medium magical beast
Init +2; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, scent; Perception +3


AC 18, touch 12, flat-footed 16 (+2 Dex, +6 natural)
hp 34 (4d10+12)
Fort +7, Ref +6, Will +2


Speed 30 ft., fly 50 ft. (clumsy)
Melee bite +8 (1d8+5), 2 claws +8 (2d4+5)
Ranged 4 spikes +8 (1d6+5)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft.


Str 18, Dex 15, Con 16, Int 7, Wis 12, Cha 9
Base Atk +4; CMB +8; CMD 21 (25 vs. trip)
Feats Hover, Weapon Focus (spikes)
Skills Fly –1, Perception +3, Survival +3 (+7 tracking); Racial Modifiers +4 Perception, +4 Survival when tracking
Languages Common


Spikes (Ex)
With a snap of its tail, a manticore can loose a volley of four spikes as a standard action (make an attack roll for each spike). This attack has a range of 150 feet with no range increment. All targets must be within 30 feet of each other. The creature can launch only 24 spikes in any 24-hour period.

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Tomb of Athganazar at SpaceCityCon 2013

spacecitycon-300x62We will be reprising our running of Tomb of Athganazar atSpaceCityCon 2013 on the west side of Houston.  The con runs from Aug 2-4 and our games start at 1pm on Aug 3rd in the Rose Garden Room of the Marriott.  Come find us there or at the Dungeonstone booth on the vendor’s floor, which I believe will be in the same hotel.

Anyone entering the Tomb of Athganazar will receive $20 coupons that can be redeemed at the Dungeonstone booth for incredible 3D terrain.  The two sessions will feature pregen Pathfinder 10th level characters and run 4 hours.

And check back here for links to the adventure when it is published in August.

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The Birth of the Nightmare

nightmare-300x190The sound of rapping at the door barely interrupted the thunderous downpour.  After the proprietor peered through the iron peephole and made out the huddled form, he let the stranger in.  A drenched Glenillyn from the Northlands passed the threshold, introduced himself, and asked for shelter at the house of Traer in the Southlands.  He was carrying a bridle round his neck and spurs dangled from his belt.

After a frugal supper filled with rich conversation, Glenillyn inquired as to what service he could render to repay Traer’s hospitality.  The dark host sat silent for some time, then he said to his guest, “I ask nothing of you save you bring me the prized mare held by my neighbor to the west.  He guards her with such precision that for months all my attempted ambushes have been in vain.”

Glenillyn said, “You in the South are certainly slow and cowardly by our standards.  We would have made an attempt to get her and even have died rather than hang about for moons.  Tell me where she is and wait here over the next night and see how I do.”

Said Traer, “We know all about the boasting of your people.  Cadwallon, the son of Uther, has the mare at Gelligaer.  She feeds by day in the midst of soldiers.  At night she slumbers on a fine brachan[1] in the far corner of his house, with the whole household between her and the only door and four of his best men between her and the fireplace.  In addition to repaying my hospitality, you shall get ten cows for the mare and five for the brachan.”  Traer strolled up unconcernedly to the face of Glenillyn, as no thief in the Southlands is arrested but is instead killed on the spot, so if the traveler were seen again it would mean success and he would have his prize.  Glenillyn nodded, took his rest, and in the morning set forth to retrieve the mare.

The night was dark and starless as Glenillyn approached Gelligaer.  With his knife he made a hole beside the door and let himself in.  He stole up to the mare and loosed her.  Then, with the lashing skills of the seamen of the north, he tied the fringes of the carpet to her tail.  The four men were sleeping on the carpet and following Glenillyn’s lead, the mare dragged the guards bodily through the fire, which consumed them immediately and with nary a shriek, their ashen corpses covered the rug as it was dragged outside the door.  Cadwallon’s remaining band set out after him, guided by the sparks.  These Glenillyn quenched, and mount and robber rode off into a nearby field.  Just before dawn, he returned to Traer safely, handed over the mare, received the cows and gained for himself great renown for daring as against the men of the Southlands.

Unfortunately for both men, the story doesn’t end there.  The mare herself sustained burns passing through the fire that night.  The ashes of the corrupt guards wore into the sores opened by the flesh wounds, infecting the mare with the evil intent that an unjust death does.  The next night, she broke free of the stables of Traer, breathing fire as bright as ever from the hearth of Cadwallon at her captors, her flesh still rotting yet clinging to her animated frame.  She galloped off across the land, set free by her power.  From the prints where her hooves stepped that night, no plant has since grown.

It is said she has bred many more mares in her corrupted image.  On starless nights, beware the whinnies that wind through the dells of the Southlands and the haunted dreams of men.

Inspired by the Welsh legend of Genillyn, the Thief of Glamorgan.

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