And that does it for December, and 2020!  Up next?  Not sure.  The polls haven't closed yet.
  Celestials and Fiends are extensive.  We'll see who wins next week.  Happy New Year, friends.
​-Adamus

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In terms of raw defenses and hit points, the Yeth Hound isn't that intimidating, but make sure you're packing something silver.  Their physical stats (Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution) are noticeably high, but they're dumb as a post most of the time.  
Where they become truly dangerous is in their unnatural, creepy mobility and their dreaded "Baleful Baying" howl ability.  The thing's got a 300 foot range, so make sure your Wisdom is decent before engaging with one.  If you happen to be one of the unlucky low rollers against the howl, that frightened condition does a lot more for the Yeth than it does for you, stacking on extra psychic damage for its scared victims.  And I can't blame them; the image of this thing bearing down on you is NOT pleasant.
  As an aside, I was actually very intrigued to write about this thing.
​There is something wholly unnerving about these large Fey doggos with humanoid faces, who creepily hover overhead and paralyze prey with their baleful howl.  It's just such an unsettling image.  Add on to this the fact that as long as it's on the same plane as its master, it can ALWAYS contact it telepathically.  Woof, buddy.

Sleep well, travelers.
​-Adamus

Despite its fiendish classification, the Barghest has a difficult relationship with fire, but not for the reasons you think.  It's resistant to the stuff, which tracks, but any mass of it larger than the Barghest's body acts as a tearing of the veil between this plane and Gehenna, and poor thing can be banished there just by being in close proximity.  Sure, you think, they can just bamf back, right?  Unfortunately, no, as a Barghest is more likely to be caught, tortured, and killed for its failure to collect its souls for the General.  Tough luck, doggo.

The Ionian Shadowfell is one of dark purpose.  Creatures born here do not hold sway in D&D's legacy of a sorrow-filled landscape.  No, the creatures that spawn in this place are fueled by furious purpose and twisted by the Perpetual Night.
  The Barghest is a rarity among such denizens, but their existence, especially following the engineering colonization before the turn of Io Shar, is not unheard of.  Goblinoid mariners and pirates became more common beyond the Evernight, far in the reaches of Gressil's Helm.  
  Goblins and Hobgoblins born on the dark sea can sometimes bear the Mark of Gehenna, a sigil of deep crimson in the small of the back.  Creatures bearing the Mark are both cursed and blessed with extreme bloodlust and wicked strength.  At a coming of age, often in battle, the Mark can manifest, turning the skin of a "marked" jet black, and its true form will reveal itself.  
  Barghests take many forms in the Shadowfell, but all are lupine.  Some appear like broken glass, the shards a refraction of their vision.  Others are amorphous clouds with teeth.  Many are hounds with sharpened, boney spurs and horns.  And all are very, very dangerous.   

Unfortunately, in my experience so far, this critter is drastically underutilized.  Their story is one of grand deception, superior command, and a cosmological mission with possible sweeping consequences.  Imagine a villain poised as general of a goblin army, especially considering the complex relationship with his subjects.  Imagine a hero, biting the line between the best picks of the worst people to destroy for his dark master.  
There's a lot of depth here, and I can't wait for my players to begin to scrape the surface.

Sleep tight, doggo.
-Adamus

Source: The Barghest can be found in Volo's Guide To Monsters, published by Wizards of the Coast for use in 5th Edition Dungeons & Dragons; also, TONS of actual British folklore.

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Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, is not to be left waiting.  To do so is to incur the wrath of one of the oldest and most powerful Archfey in existence.  And yet, this exact insult is the crux of a Quickling's lineage.
  Once a race of egotistical, lazy, and narcissistic Fey, these gluttonous creatures ignored and delayed a summons one too many from their great Queen.  So, as an Archfey is want to do, she cursed them.
  Their tall frames were shrunk to tiny sprites.  Their slow minds quickened to an alarming, maddening speed.  These Fey, under their new life, would never be late again, the insolence of their hubris burned into the fibers of their being.

Unlike other entries, the Quickling's Faerunian lore fits perfectly already into the core concepts and forces that rule my Feywild and its regions.  The only adjustment here may be in the relationship of the Quickling's curse.  
  While I am certain that some Quicklings worship their Queen openly, I would assume that many harbor a great ill will toward the Queen, and a great fear to never act on it.  I, being a cruel world-builder, have woven a long, manipulated memory into the Quickling that spins the Queen's actions as an act of salvation.
  The lazy Fey would certainly have perished without her "blessing," so they worship and serve her without question.  In fact, the most zealous and devout Quicklings will create "orders" and guilds in direct service to the Winter Court so as to gain the Queen's favor.  Such favor achieved...is rare, and if ever it happens, THAT Quickling may actually last in a one-on-one fight.  
So if a chill breeze follows a Quickling, exercise caution if you mean to chase it into the Deep Wood.

See you in the forest.
-Adamus

Source: Quicklings and their official 5th Edition attributes can be found in Volo's Guide To Monsters, published by Wizards of the Coast.

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Settings: Ionian Feywild, Faerun, D&D in general

  On the neutral grounds of the Fey Court, many lords and ladies hold special stations.  Some employ or barter their own personal bards, cooks, and butlers from the denizens of the Wylds, or from the ranks of foolish travelers that wander into their theaters.  For if a creature does their job well, a Fey will often covet such skill, adopting it into their folds for future use and entertainment.  
  Most of the time, the subjects are unwilling participants in this display of power, and depending on the season, their servitude is short-lived, for The Accords must be maintained while the trade routes are open.  But some...subjects...feel a calling to remain, and for these willing mortals, great positions of power await.  This is a path to Knighthood under the Queens of the Air and Fire, or to swell the ranks of The Wild Hunt.  And to others, another position awaits.  Someone to tend the gardens and landscapes of the grand, opulent noble manors, and, when needed, cull the flock.
  If the subtext is not yet clear, these "Gardeners" serve a dual purpose.  As with so many facets of the Fey, there is always a darker side to the coin, and these otherwise calculating taskmasters are universally feared among the Courts.  If ever you are invited to a Lady or Lord's home and find yourself alone with their Gardener, one is advised to exit the premises as soon as possible, leaving the way you came in.  A noble should always greet you themselves to allow passage into their home; if they do not, another might deem you a threat.  Remember, a Gardener's job is to keep the grounds safe and tidy.  Little pests cannot be allowed to roam.
  So when you invariably find yourself lost and alone in a vibrant, intoxicating floral maze of high thorns and broad bush, remember...we warned you.  Your blood is their water, your flesh their fertilizer, so don't be surprised by the knife as it plunges deep with a twist, nor of the sprouting red mushrooms that bubble up around your corpse.  For every garden needs tending, and new children need to eat...

And with that terrible thought...sleep well and I'll see you at the table.
​-Adamus

Gary Gygax often had a thing for strange juxtapositions.  Take the Owlbear, for example.  A cute, cuddly bear with the face of a freaking owl.  I mean...why?  Other than the fact that it easily captures the hearts of every adventurer I play with, even as its powerful claws rend the onlookers in twain, its rhyme and reason are nestled in the grand plans of its creator.  
  However, some beasties follow a logical evolution.  If elves, then what about dark elves?  If these "Drow" exist, what do they worship and why?  How can such worship be rewarded, or scorned?  This is more the case of the tragic Drider.
  In Faerun, the mystical canonical realm of Dungeons and Dragons's published materials and adventures, the Drider is a product of chaos and evil.  Tied directly to those scorned by Lolth, the Spider Queen, a Drider is the result of a Drow insulting or betraying the deity.  Driders are cursed reminders of the power of Lolth, and are equally feared and scorned by the Drow population.

A Drider is a terrible juxtaposition of a Drow warrior and a giant spider, where the upper half is a humanoid elf and the lower, well, is a freaking giant spider.  Powerful and dangerous, driders are accomplished fighters that make use of their versatile movement and superior size.  Walking on walls, trapping foes, and some even casting spells, a Drider is a deadly opponent against an unsuspecting party.
  By the book, these entities enjoy only the standard boons of their elven nature, but have a pretty decent AC (19 on most).  Innate Spellcasting is helpful, and with three attacks to spare, they can cut down a Player Character pretty quickly.  In packs of 2 or more, with a Drow strike team on the ground, a tactical group of Drider can overwhelm a party from the safety of the ceiling and the distance of their longbows.  Do not underestimate them; to do so might just be the TPK you're looking for.

Lolth may be vicious to her followers, but I find it strange to think that those that displease her would be twisted into a visage that most resembles her.  In fact, I'd think such an outcome to be quite the opposite.  Would not a vicious deity bless those that most please her with the great power inherent in her favorite creatures?  To grant them but a piece of the power she knows from beyond the veil, that they may better serve her fearsome wishes in the material plane.
  It is this driving belief that created the Thirteen Coins.  Thirteen prime specimens of great Drow stock, or perhaps a few of different make, that have completed the Sins of the Spider - a grueling test of wills, might, and devastating physical and mental tasks.  Seekers of the Coin perform these tasks in pursuit of greater power, following a grand vision of the goddess, who bestows upon them more and more innate abilities - all the while twisting them further toward her ideal.
  For every Seeker, the tasks are different, but each serve the greater scheme of the master.  If they complete the Seventh Sin, Lolth may bestow upon them one of her Coins; a piece of prime power, embedded in the body of her follower.  In this way, the Coin becomes an extension of the goddess, and another form of influence she can exude upon the world.
  Coins are resilient and devastating creatures, but they are not unkillable.  If ever they are bested in battle and killed, the Coin is left behind to tempt the victors with visions and power.  Destroying such an artifact is difficult and draining.  
  Such trouble to discard such a thing.  Besides, wouldn't you rather...keep it?

See you at the table, friends.
​-Adamus

The archdevil looms above you, inspecting the burning blood that drips from his face.  The same boiling red drips from your blade as a grin curls across your lips...but its booming bass shakes you to your core as it speaks to the air around you.
  "Azolonia.  This mortal has requested his demise.  Kindly remove his head for me."
   A shockwave of dread spirals up your spine as tendrils of black smoke and scents of sulfur spur into your peripheral.  You whip around and stare into the red eyes of a statuesque form; alabaster skin and striking beauty, stylized black armor gleaming with the firelight surrounding you.  A pair of gigantic black wings stretch and flex behind her as she draws an exquisite, vicious blade from a scabbard, a grin curling across her lips.  Her voice is menacing silk.  "Of course, my lord."

The Erinyes is a powerful, disciplined devil warrior that serves the pit fiend masters of the Nine Hells.  They are dangerous, tactical, mobile, and vicious.  Masters of martial combat, each is skilled with bow and sword alike, and many use magical ropes of entanglement to ensnare powerful foes.
  Erinyes, despite their gladiatorial or knight-like visage, are often mistaken in use and sight for Succubi or Incubi.  And this could not be further from the truth.  Ignoring the fact that both would be at each other's throats, the Erinyes does not exude allure or seduction.  They are militant powerhouses among the devilish culture, and command immense respect and fear, more likely to kill or enslave with blade and chains than to charm you into defeat.  
  Only subservient to their chosen masters, an Erinyes swoops down from the skies on red and black wings to strike down those who dare threaten or insult the ideals of Asmodeus or the edicts of their masters.  When not beheading mortal fools, an Erinyes can patrol the fortress of their master, or otherwise move freely through the dissonant cities of Hell.  However, if need for their presence arises, their master only needs to speak their name and they are pulled to their aid immediately.
  So beware, small ignorant traveler.  Assume every Pit Fiend you pick a fight with has at least one Erinyes looming in the shadows behind you.

Though predominantly female in representation, an Erinyes can also be male.  No matter their gender, they are an imposing force of statuesque, athletic physique in stylized armor.  
  Their massive wings net them an impressive Fly speed of 60 feet and with a decent pool of hit points coupled with a base 18 Armor Class, these devils are hugely mobile and dangerous.  Their heroic array of stats are not to trifled with, either, sporting three 18's in Strength, Constitution, and Charisma, with no other stat going below a 14.  Higher than average Saving Throws, Immunity to Poison and Fire damage, as well as Resistance to Cold, and non-magical/non-silvered physical damage, plus TELEPATHY out to 120 FEET???  Yeesh.
  Three attacks in a round, with Parry options, extra poison damage on their "hellish" weapons, plus Magic Resistance (good luck, Wizards)...  These boys and girls are going to be quite a fight no matter the terrain.

In Ionian lore, an Erinyes is already a powerful entity, but there are some who aspire to even greater power.  An Erinyes, male or female, serves a devil master or a general oath to Asmodeus, but there is a grand order of Erinyes who command even more clout and respect among the greater and lesser devils.  These are called The Furies.  
A cohort of nine sister generals, each serving the Archduke or Archduchess of each layer of the Nine Hells.  These Erinyes have earned the title of Fury, and command legions of lesser and greater devils as grand warriors and tacticians in service of their masters.  The more they please this master, the more power and abilities the archdevil passes onto the Fury.  Meaning, the longer a Fury serves their master in good standing, the more power they may yet wield.
  This creates distinct opportunities to express a power difference between a standard Erinyes and a Fury.  Players may come in contact with a Fury flanked by three other Erinyes; her Seconds.  It is very clear that this one, adorned in stronger armor with unique weaponry, as well as vicious helm, is different than the others that surround her.  Maybe she has spell casting abilities, like war magic, or wields a legendary weapon, bestowed upon her by her Archduchess.  And though such a sight may fill the head of an adventurer with glittering prizes, such gifts can also grant higher proficiencies, saving throws, extra attacks, higher resistances.  Heightened skill earns expanded power.  
  Just know what you're getting into, grasshopper.

Welcome to Hell.
See you at the table.
​-Adamus

There are dark machinations that resonate and ripple across the ages of Io, and in this machina innocent people can find themselves crushed within the gears.  These undeserving souls might find dreadful purpose in this false resurrection, and revel in their unkillable nature.  However, every rebirth is a gift granted by an extra-planar entity, god, devil, or something else.  And, like so many elements of the Weave in Ionian lore, there is a cost to such gifts...
  The concept of an undead hero, neutral or not, exists in my world without a doubt.  Revenants are certainly not common, but they aren't unheard of.  Always seeking that greater depth of immersion and storytelling, those that do reveal themselves are never grunts or shambling corpses.  They are aware, and might have already taken steps to hide the fact that they may be slowly decomposing (herbs, liquor, formaldehyde).  Some have actively injected themselves with healing potions, syrupy elixirs of vitality, or taken to consuming infernal blood to cease the flow of rigor mortis.  And all are well aware of the passage of time - and how long remains before they turn to dust.  They may seek help from our heroes, allies to defeat their nemesis, or perhaps they've been down this road before, and have given in to their damnation.  
  My players have met two Revenants before, but I don't it was ever revealed to them (in secret or otherwise), and they will definitely show up again.  Can a player-character be a Revenant?  Anything's possible.  There's too much espionage and assassination in my world for an Archfey to not take advantage of a poor, unfortunate soul every now and then.  However, that is something that will be explored and revealed during play, not before.  No one goes in thinking they're going to become a zombie Clint Eastwood...

See you at the table.
-Adamus

Man.  I'm tired.  What I wouldn't due for some CAFFEINE.  ;)

Some baddies you find just hold a special place in your heart.  Maybe you often fall back on them because they're so versatile, or you save them for that key moment when they'll be most effective.  Could they be a striking nemesis, a freak chance encounter, or a surprising subversion of expectation?  
  I use a lot of monsters, and I make a lot of my own (that's another post altogether), but none so far have had such an "OH CRAP" moment from my players in recent games as the Remorhaz.

The Remorhaz is a traditionally arctic monstrosity.  A predator preying on elk, polar bears, and other creatures that wander into their territory.  They burrow deep into snow or ice, lying in wait for the faint vibrations of creatures moving above them.  While hidden, it can raise or lower its body temperature, keeping the snow or ice around it from melting, or allowing it to glide through the cold tunnel.
  A Remorhaz nest is quite a find, especially if you are a frost giant, as the young Remorhaz can be trained from hatching to obey commands and guard your citadels.  Some might even become mounts for other creatures.  Be careful if training these beasties, though; they are adept at swallowing their victims...

The Remorhaz has become recently fascinating to me, and not just because of their mechanical capabilities.  Residing in the grand north of the world, somewhere beyond the Wynnrik Region, the Remorhazes and their ilk would have been one of the first batches of creatures to encounter menacing Brood as they fled the collapsing Shadowfell at the turn of the 6th Age.  This means that the once dormant, territorial creatures, fought, failed, and were corrupted by the impending swarm of shadow monsters.  What came out of such a clash was an even more formidable foe.

I have a few players it seems with a penchant for getting eaten, and with an ability like Swallow, this number continues to rise.

On their turn, a Remorhaz makes a Bite attack against a creature it is grappling (snake-like body, go figure).  If the attack hits, you're looking at 6d10+7 piercing damage PLUS 2d6 fire damage, AND the creature is swallowed.  While swallowed, they are considered blinded and restrained, and will suffer 6d6 acid damage at the start of each of Remorhaz's turns.

Now, that's pretty awful.  However, your allies can deal damage to this thing while you're in its gullet.  Deal enough damage in a single turn and the thing has to make DC 15 Constitution Save or regurgitate you.  ...HOWEVER, if this thing swallowed you BEFORE it moved, it can now burrow 20 feet down (movement speed).  Without a player with Sentinel, you're in BIG trouble if they can't hit it hard enough with attacks of opportunity.  
  If you're still conscious, you might be able to get yourself out.  Restrained only brings your speed to 0, gives others advantage on attacking you, and your attacks and Dex Saves have disadvantage.  You can engage in trying to hack your way out (which at higher levels is completely kosher), cast a spell, and so on.  But if the odds aren't in your favor, your body might be SOL.

Let's shut down that Fireball and Cone of Cold immediately, shall we?

Every time a creature touches the Remorhaz or hits it with a Melee attack while within 5 feet of it takes 3d6 fire damage.  Every hit.  Not every turn, or every round.  EVERY.  HIT.
  This one is nasty.  True, average damage here is only 10 fire, but it can add up quick.  Imagine your Monk suffering 40 damage just for smacking the creature with their Flurry of Blows; sure, the thing can't take Reactions now, but the martial artist is melting.  It forces you to pay attention to a creature's mobility, economy, and range - so YAY for tactics!

After their brush with the Brood, the resulting surge of necrosis and corruption moved through the species, garnering them two new curious features.  
  First is an immunity to Necrotic damage.
  Second, a plethora of pulsing, bulbous tumors and sacks that litter their bodies.  Every time the Remorhaz suffers damage (except Psychic damage), one of the boiling tumors bursts (GROSS).  Every creature within 5 feet of the creature immediately suffers 2d6 Acid damage.  Oops.  
It makes the 5-foot radius around them extra volatile, and just like before, no saving throw.  This, coupled with the Heated Body feature, can really mess with the melee attackers and how they synergize with ranged support.
​  Keep your healers healthy, you're gonna' need it.

Also, I've been painting two of them!  Trying to follow the picture in the book for once.  So far his color test is looking really nice.  Can't wait to tighten up everything, smooth the fades, and finish him up.

Stay safe and don't get swallowed.  
See you at the table.
​- Adamus

  Aboleths have ancient, flawless memories, and pass on their knowledge from generation to generation.  This quality keeps the insult of the gods fresh and alive, perfectly preserved in their minds.  They are also treasure troves of ancient lore.  These entities play the long game; calling eons of planning to bear, patient and intricate.