When the glaistig came up on the schedule
(yes, I have a schedule—this operation may be tardy, but it’s organized), I had
in my head the image of a goat-legged woman with some dancing skills and maybe
a little blood-drinking. That’s the one
I knew from books like Brian Froud’s Faeries
or 3.5’s Monster Manual III.
I was not expecting a CR 21 mythic creature. (And not
a little bit mythic; we’re talking MR 10). We haven’t seen fey like this since the
Kingmaker Adventure Path.
Turns out there’s another take
glaistig, the nobler and more tragic Green Lady archetype. But Paizo’s
glaistig isn’t quite that either. Instead, she’s a full-on faerie queen
mythic power in spades. And “spades” is
the operative word, because she’s also an earth-moving machine, courtesy
terrakinesis and various spell-like abilities.
Plus she’s a witch as well. (And
yes, there’s also plenty of dancing—emphasis on the irresistible.)
In other words, she is the ultimate fey
spirit of the land and the green wood.
When kings go to faerie mounds to make pacts with the land, she’s the
one who consummates the arrangement (and I do mean consummate). When mythic heroes go to meet the Spirit of
the Forest, she’s the one sitting on the throne. When there’s a forlorn heath or a fertile
valley whose sanctity even angels and demons respect, she’s the reason why.
Bound by oaths of fealty they cannot
break, adventurers serve a king who takes his marching orders from Hell
itself. The arrangement has always been
tolerable, as the canny liege makes sure to send them on errands—kill the chromatic
dragon, slay the demon, rescue the princess—that align with their goals as well
as his. All this goes out the window
when a glaistig swears vengeance against the hellspawn king. Years ago the king made a contract with the
glaistig, then exploited a loophole to ignore its strictures. To a devil, this is fair play…but to a fey
queen used to the equally slippery contracts of the fey, it is a base
insult. Now the glaistig is on the
warpath, causing the very earth itself to hammer the king’s vassals. The adventurers must choose: subdue the
glaistig or take up arms against their lord…possibly forfeiting their souls.
Glaistigs are almost always encountered singly. When they do gather in
groups (usually known as circles or dancing circles), it is to face truly
existential threats to their lands or to the fey realm. On the world of Shadovan, a circle of
glaistigs helped hide the elven homeland from ravening orc and half-orc
hordes. But when the elves who knew the
secret of return were slain, their kin became a lost, nomadic people, forever
searching for a way back to their lost land.
After millennia of searching, a ragtag group of adventurers may have
found the key…but it means defeating the circle of glaistigs in tests of magic,
riddles, and mythic combat.
Well-known glaistigs on Erren
include the Green Lady of Loch Lalan, who rose the standing stones at Ashford; Hope
of Summer, a golden-haired maiden who helps shepherds who give her gifts of
milk and barley wine, but who once crushed a dragon’s throat with her kinetic
whip; and Mae F’nula, who is slowly dying of an otherworldly fungal infection
that has turned her woods to slime.
Finally, Queen Stoneheart is a glaistig warrior who regularly sends summoned earth elementals to spar with
the equally huge bone constructs of the Bleached Court and the golem chariots
of the Clockwork League.
Bestiary 5 124–125
Sorry about the delays, guys. I’ve spent the past two weeks doing hospital
visits and catsitting, the combination of which is brutal to my writing time.
Finished the mask! Took some artistic freedom when making it and hope I will be forgiven💜 ;3;
So hyped on getting to cosplay Trellimar!💜💜
#worbla #wip #trellimar #mask #cosplay #rollonsunday #highrollers #dnd #yogscast
Premise: The Mage from the previous campaign started up something new and would allow the Haiku Paladin and I to keep our characters. The GM from the last campaign was extended an invitation, but has not shown up yet.
MageGM: Right-o. So you’re standing in the dragon’s lair. For this particular meeting, the dragon has taken on the form of a pale elfin woman with dark hair.
Barbarian: (OOC) I attempt to seduce her in an attempt to get some shiny shit.
Barbarian: (rolls) Right. Altogether it’s a 14.
MageGM: The song dragon looks at you and immediately bursts out laughing at your feeble attempt to charm her.
Bard: Barbarians are quite uncouth During the springtime of their youth. You had a chance? Just take a glance At your quarry and know the truth.
MageGM: Bard, make a seduction roll.
Bard: (OOC) Uh… why?
MageGM: Dude you’re talking to a song dragon and just dropped poetry near her. What did you think was going to happen.
Bard: (rolls) 17 with a skill modifier of 12… 29.
MageGM: The song dragon is impressed enough by your lyricism that she is willing to overlook you calling her the barbarian’s “quarry”. She invites you back to her private chambers for an audience.
Paladin: I will be quite ticked Should you follow through with this. You sleep on the couch.