Time for a quick update on Gunslinger.
- Critters: wrote up 20 more critters ranging from various giant insects to strange beasts.
- NPC's: wrote up a dozen more NPC's for the encounters section.
- Adventures: dropped in 5 more short adventures, they still need a bit of editing.
- Random tables: I thought this section was complete, but generated a few more useful tables to add like random mundane treasures to find.
- On The Arizona Hills: still hammering away at details, rewrote the introductory chapter and removed some redundancies.
- Art, art, art: this remains the bulk of my time spent on this book.
Also lots of little refinement and editing throughout the book, which is of course is an ongoing effort and will be right up until the book is published.
Small Humanoid, Chaotic, Underworld
No. Appearing: 1d8 (5d8)
Armor Class: 5
Hit Dice: 2 (8hp)
Move: 120’ (40’)
Attacks: 2 × claw (1d4), 1 × bite (1d4)
Damage: 1d4 (claw), 1d4 (bite)
Save: D12 W13 P14 B15 S16 (F2)
Treasure Type: A
Intelligence: Average (8)
XP Value: 25
Surprise: +2, due to how attuned they are to their surroundings when underground.
Nauseating stench: Oils on the skin have a smell that sickens humans: save vs poison or suffer -2 to hit, while in melee with Mole People.
In the sun-forsaken depths of Arizona, beyond the ken of mortal men, there slumbers a race of subterranean sentients, whom the whispering legends of the native tribesmen name the "ground people" (nleel bideeligi). Cloaked in the eternal darkness of their hidden realm, these beings dwell and delve within labyrinthine tunnels, carving out their cyclopean empire amid the earth's unutterable depths. With unquenchable ardor, the mole people mine the chthonic ores and stones, seeking the glistening treasures that gleam like the lost dreams of the void.
Short and wrinkly are these mole people, with skin the hue of the moonless night, and eyes as black as the abyssal seas. They have dexterous hands, fingers tipped with chisel-like claws, perfect for both digging and grasping the fruits of their labor. Upon their bulbous heads, they bear shrunken snouts, and gnarled ears attuned to the subtlest shifts and whispers of the rock. Their mouths are filled with sharp teeth, honed to strip the tender flesh from the fungal harvests that proliferate in the stygian domain they rule.
These mole people are not wanton aggressors, nor are they enamored of bloodshed. Their society is one of hierarchy and order, wherein each member has a place and purpose. The miners, tireless in their pursuit of the earth's buried riches, are revered for their ceaseless toil. The mushroom farmers, who cultivate the vast fungal gardens in the subterranean grottoes, are venerated for their skill in nurturing the very sustenance that feeds the colony. Above them all, the Elders hold sway, their wisdom and foresight guiding the mole people through the eons.
The mole people's technology is primitive, forged in the crucible of their ancient heritage. They employ rudimentary tools wrought of iron and stone, and illuminate their hidden halls with the eerie glow of bioluminescent fungi. Despite their technological limitations, they craft artifacts of surpassing strangeness and beauty, objects that seem to hold the very essence of darkness, as if the very spirit of the underworld has been given form.
The mole people are a private race, wary of strangers, and protective of their buried realm. When the cavernous sanctity of their domain is threatened, their passive nature can swiftly transform into a wrathful tempest. Their chisel-like claws can become instruments of death, rending the flesh of any intruder who dares to desecrate their sacred tunnels.
Deep beneath the Arizona territory the mole people thrive in their hidden world, an empire apart from the sunlit lands of men. Theirs is a realm of darkness and mystery, a place where the very bones of the earth whisper ancient secrets, and the shadows are alive with the breath of forgotten aeons. Yet, the mole people dwell on, undisturbed and undaunted, the keepers of an enigmatic legacy that will endure long after the empires of man have crumbled into dust.
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