Esteemed members of the Fraternity,
Another month, another domain ! Err, wait! We just got a messenger from Darkon informing us about a strange creature, and this time, the "adventure hook of the month" is about this hive-minded monster..., about Toben the Many.
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Adventure hook of the month - Toben the Many
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Adventure hook of the month - Toben the Many
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HA HA HA HA! Toben the Many!
Thank you Gotten!
Saying: "Yes, I have met this greening fiend. He has claimed my brother's wife. We didn't know what happened. At first it seemed a common disease. However the illness seemed to rapidly draw on the vigor of the poor woman. She was dead within 4 days.
I was there. My brother needed me. Resata lied there, pale, with her mouth locked in an unnatural mockery of a grin, drooling. She was unconcious but her eyes were wide open. Near her bed, my brother, their two sons and their four years old daughter Silenta waited the inevitable in silence. The kids eyes were red but almost dry; their tears have been exhausted. Only Silenta sobbed silently in her father's arms.
Resata weakly murmoured something; her final moments were imminent. Wanting to protect his children from the trial, my brother asked them to leave the room. Silenta looked her mother and started sobbing more violently saying with a child's innocense "Mommy? Mommy?" A few tears seemed to finaly find their way to the girl's eyes as her older brothers hugged her and took her outside. I moved to the door to join them but my brother grabbed my hand. Stay, his eyes pleaded silently.
He moved next to his wife. Resata was burning with fever. "I love you" He whispered. "I love you too" she tried to answer through that swollen grin that I came to loathe that much. Then a seizure overtook her. She grabbed my brother's hand spasmodicaly gasping for air. "It is coming! It is taking me!" She tried to say through that hellish grin. I thought that she was talking about the Grim Reaper or Death. What a naive fool I have been! Her final words came hard and raspy. I think it was something like "My eyes, my eyes are so dry!" And then all was over. She fell limply to the bed, dead.
My brother let out a cry then; no, not a cry, a howl. A deep, sorrowful loud howl, an incoprehensive sound beyond words that captured his feeling of loss at this time. He was a good man, loving his wife. He fell on the limp body of his dead wife and sobbed uncontrolably. Hearing the howl the children outside burst in tears themselves. After a couple of minutes I touched my crying brother's shoulder and whispered to him "You have three children yet. The disease . . . " He understood.
The next day we would have the funeral. All the village has come to the house to pay respects to the dead woman, now fully covered by the seeds in her bed. The priest and the undertaker would come in a few minutes. We were there in the night, near her for the last time.
We heard the cleric and the undertaker coming. My brother pulled the seeds to kiss his dead wife goodbye one last time. As he approached the pale dead flesh of his beloved wife, with his eyes closed . . . she kissed him back!
Her arms suddenly moved to hug him as her head, her leering head, moved in for a perversion of a kiss. I jumbed up and screamed, the children watched with bulging eyes at this defilement, frozen. In an instance my brother was screaming as the undead hands were holding him with unnatural strength, pushing the breath out of his body.
"I love you" The undead mocked. Then it suddenly push him back and landed him two solid blows breaking his neck and a few ribs. He was dead before he hit the floor. The creature jumbed out of the bed leeiring with malice like a madwoman. The children closed their eyes and started running blindly through the room, bumbing on furniture in their mad fright. I was lost, paralyzed with fear.
The door crashed open and the undertaker appeared, shovel in hand. The priest was right behind him chanting. The effect of the priest's chant and the screams of the children gave me a purpose and I grabbed a firepoker to defend myself and the children. We attacked the monster with the undertaker, crushing the head and the spine of my sister's in law body. She fell to the floor. Then suddenly my brother, the one that protected me the years of our childhood from the elder boys, that used to share even his last biite with me, raised grinning behind us and with a powerful punched snuffed the life out of the undertaker that has just destroyed the other abomination.
Such dread and horror overtook me at the moment, that only the spell's power kept me from feinting right there. I cowered in the corner, the firepoker now seeming such a feeble weapon. The children have stopped screaming looking at their father's broken, greening face. "Papa?" Silenta asked fearfully. As if that was not enough, the undertaker's body raised, greenig also. "I'm not your father" both undead said simultaneously, "I'm Toben the Many. And soon, you will be too." And he moved against us with both his bodies.
The priest thankfully broke in right then, splashing it with holy water, and shouting "Get out, NOW!" I grabbed Silenta and oblidged, crushing through the back window. Both the bodies were destroyed in this fight, but at a terrible loss. As I was running like a madman, I heard the boys screaming. A minute later, the priest and a couple more villagers emerged from the house, pale, wounded and shaking. "It is done" The priest said. "The boys . . . won't come with you. Go to your village and take care of your niece". It was then that I discovered that my bowels were emptied sometime during these hellish moments.
Silenta has blocked out that moment thankfully. She didn't speak for a couple of weeks and we were afraid that she has become a lost one. I never returned to my brother's village. To the village I grew up. Another concern is that now that Silenta is ten years old, she asks what happened that night, as she has recenlty started seeing a leering madman in her nightmares.
I always see a grinning madman in my nightmares. Curse Toben the Many for the sorrow he has brought to me and to that child. Curse him as much as you can, because it is the only thing you can do."
Thank you Gotten!
Saying: "Yes, I have met this greening fiend. He has claimed my brother's wife. We didn't know what happened. At first it seemed a common disease. However the illness seemed to rapidly draw on the vigor of the poor woman. She was dead within 4 days.
I was there. My brother needed me. Resata lied there, pale, with her mouth locked in an unnatural mockery of a grin, drooling. She was unconcious but her eyes were wide open. Near her bed, my brother, their two sons and their four years old daughter Silenta waited the inevitable in silence. The kids eyes were red but almost dry; their tears have been exhausted. Only Silenta sobbed silently in her father's arms.
Resata weakly murmoured something; her final moments were imminent. Wanting to protect his children from the trial, my brother asked them to leave the room. Silenta looked her mother and started sobbing more violently saying with a child's innocense "Mommy? Mommy?" A few tears seemed to finaly find their way to the girl's eyes as her older brothers hugged her and took her outside. I moved to the door to join them but my brother grabbed my hand. Stay, his eyes pleaded silently.
He moved next to his wife. Resata was burning with fever. "I love you" He whispered. "I love you too" she tried to answer through that swollen grin that I came to loathe that much. Then a seizure overtook her. She grabbed my brother's hand spasmodicaly gasping for air. "It is coming! It is taking me!" She tried to say through that hellish grin. I thought that she was talking about the Grim Reaper or Death. What a naive fool I have been! Her final words came hard and raspy. I think it was something like "My eyes, my eyes are so dry!" And then all was over. She fell limply to the bed, dead.
My brother let out a cry then; no, not a cry, a howl. A deep, sorrowful loud howl, an incoprehensive sound beyond words that captured his feeling of loss at this time. He was a good man, loving his wife. He fell on the limp body of his dead wife and sobbed uncontrolably. Hearing the howl the children outside burst in tears themselves. After a couple of minutes I touched my crying brother's shoulder and whispered to him "You have three children yet. The disease . . . " He understood.
The next day we would have the funeral. All the village has come to the house to pay respects to the dead woman, now fully covered by the seeds in her bed. The priest and the undertaker would come in a few minutes. We were there in the night, near her for the last time.
We heard the cleric and the undertaker coming. My brother pulled the seeds to kiss his dead wife goodbye one last time. As he approached the pale dead flesh of his beloved wife, with his eyes closed . . . she kissed him back!
Her arms suddenly moved to hug him as her head, her leering head, moved in for a perversion of a kiss. I jumbed up and screamed, the children watched with bulging eyes at this defilement, frozen. In an instance my brother was screaming as the undead hands were holding him with unnatural strength, pushing the breath out of his body.
"I love you" The undead mocked. Then it suddenly push him back and landed him two solid blows breaking his neck and a few ribs. He was dead before he hit the floor. The creature jumbed out of the bed leeiring with malice like a madwoman. The children closed their eyes and started running blindly through the room, bumbing on furniture in their mad fright. I was lost, paralyzed with fear.
The door crashed open and the undertaker appeared, shovel in hand. The priest was right behind him chanting. The effect of the priest's chant and the screams of the children gave me a purpose and I grabbed a firepoker to defend myself and the children. We attacked the monster with the undertaker, crushing the head and the spine of my sister's in law body. She fell to the floor. Then suddenly my brother, the one that protected me the years of our childhood from the elder boys, that used to share even his last biite with me, raised grinning behind us and with a powerful punched snuffed the life out of the undertaker that has just destroyed the other abomination.
Such dread and horror overtook me at the moment, that only the spell's power kept me from feinting right there. I cowered in the corner, the firepoker now seeming such a feeble weapon. The children have stopped screaming looking at their father's broken, greening face. "Papa?" Silenta asked fearfully. As if that was not enough, the undertaker's body raised, greenig also. "I'm not your father" both undead said simultaneously, "I'm Toben the Many. And soon, you will be too." And he moved against us with both his bodies.
The priest thankfully broke in right then, splashing it with holy water, and shouting "Get out, NOW!" I grabbed Silenta and oblidged, crushing through the back window. Both the bodies were destroyed in this fight, but at a terrible loss. As I was running like a madman, I heard the boys screaming. A minute later, the priest and a couple more villagers emerged from the house, pale, wounded and shaking. "It is done" The priest said. "The boys . . . won't come with you. Go to your village and take care of your niece". It was then that I discovered that my bowels were emptied sometime during these hellish moments.
Silenta has blocked out that moment thankfully. She didn't speak for a couple of weeks and we were afraid that she has become a lost one. I never returned to my brother's village. To the village I grew up. Another concern is that now that Silenta is ten years old, she asks what happened that night, as she has recenlty started seeing a leering madman in her nightmares.
I always see a grinning madman in my nightmares. Curse Toben the Many for the sorrow he has brought to me and to that child. Curse him as much as you can, because it is the only thing you can do."
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While the PCs are traveling to/from Darkon they have a chance encounter with 3 Toben Zombies (in another domain) that have finished their "prank" so now are (mostly) useless and attack the PCs on sight for fun. As they are butchered by the PCs, they laugh and taunt the PCs in unison rediculating them and even mocking their fighting styles. The zombies don't seem to be really interested in killing the PCs or self preservation, while it is obvious that they are not obedient dead and also that they are a single entity.
Toben doesn't give clues about his intelligence or even his name at the time. He showed that all his bodies are one to unsettle the PCs for fun.
While the PCs reside in an inn in Darkon, at night there is a loud knock at the door. The PCs find outside their room a scrollcase. Inside there is a letter from "His Majesty, Azalin Rex".
Azalin in the letter informs the PCs that the creature they met was a menance named Toben the Many. In his letter he expressess "sincere" interest that this creature may infest Darkon when it has the power and as a king he must protect his people and his land from this fate etc. etc. In the letter it is written that Toben has a hive mind and he exists in all his bodies simultaneously and he can collect as many bodies as he wants for his perverted jokes.
Azalin asks the PCs to bring to Avernus a trapped Toben Zombie so that he can study the foul creature and find a way to protect Darkon from Toben.
In fact Azalin wants to 1. Study Toben in case he finds another way to make copies of himself (the Wish he has used to create Death wasn't particularly successful) 2. Control Toben the Many. To do this, he knows that he has to bring in Darkon the majority of his bodies. . . So he plans to keep the single body in close proximity with about 600 humanoids in order to forcefully create 600 Toben Zombies (which he believes should be enough).
Along with the letter are two magic items.
The first is a scroll of the Legend Lore spell that Azalin instructs the PCs to use in order to learn more about Toben the Many. Since this is Darklord's intervertion, even a 1st level wizard will be able to succeed at the caster roll required to cast the spell (treat it as a natural 20) The casting time is also the least possible for the spell to be cast.
The second is a nail containing a specialized spell (like a combinated halt undead, feeblemind, nondetection and command undead spell) that would "freeze" the concioussness of the trapped Toben Zombie to prevent Toben from understanding where he goes, under whose orders and why. When the coffin which will hold Toben is nailed with the coffin or when the nail is nailed on Toben's body, Toben's concioussness will be frozen.
The legend Lore spell will probably give to the PCs some clues about Toben and perhaps where they can find a large concentration of Toben Zombies (and hopefully prevent a tragedy).
After the PCs deliver Toben to Azalin, a vistana or a prophet will tell them to check the "Tower of Demise" This will end up to be a large, specially prepared building where 500 - 600 lowlives from the streets of Karg, Martira Bay and the other settlements are held. In the heart of the building there will be the original, frozen Toben Zombie partially immersed in water. This contaminated water is used by the inmates to drink. Also the specialy made magical tubes transport the contaminated air around Toben to the inmates.
Undead guard the Tower of Demise and use medicines and even divine magic to prolong the life of the first victims of the disease. Azalin knows that when the first 3 - 4 Toben Zombies are created, Toben will understand what's going on, and immediatelly try to increase his total number of bodies, so that 400 - 600 are not enough to control him. Azalin plans to have at least 300 of the 600 inmates die of the disease in a single day.
If the undead doctors sense that an inmate is very close to dying and they cannot save him, they kill him on the spot and replace him with another unlucky convict.
When the time is right and about 100 inmates are to be risen as Toben Zombies (which means that 300 will die the same day as a corpse is risen 1d3 days later), Azalin will command the newly created Toben Zombies to kill the rest 300 sick prisoners. That will deliver Azalin 350 - 400 Toben zombies in a single day and another 100 the next day.
From the time Toben will understand the plan, he will have about 24 - 36 hours to increase his number above 1000. Since he is afraid of nothing else than Azalin's control Toben will abandon the games and attack and collect as many as he can in this time.
Azalin has predicted that. He has armed 70 - 100 Kargat members and had them hire mercenaries throughout the Core. Using his powerful magic and those of his subordinates, Azalin has located many of Toben's bodies and has his "Toben extermination squads" ready. When Toben will move to nearby settlements, they will kill those he collects.
Of course this will only cause a circle. Within these 24 dark hours, Toben will kill hundreds who will be destroyed in turn only for him to collect others etc.
So the PCs must: Act on time before Toben, afraid for once in his long life, panicked starts a murder-spree collecting hundreds of innocents in a single day while many of Azalin agents along with mercenary bands start destroying them, only to increase Toben's murders.
Toben doesn't give clues about his intelligence or even his name at the time. He showed that all his bodies are one to unsettle the PCs for fun.
While the PCs reside in an inn in Darkon, at night there is a loud knock at the door. The PCs find outside their room a scrollcase. Inside there is a letter from "His Majesty, Azalin Rex".
Azalin in the letter informs the PCs that the creature they met was a menance named Toben the Many. In his letter he expressess "sincere" interest that this creature may infest Darkon when it has the power and as a king he must protect his people and his land from this fate etc. etc. In the letter it is written that Toben has a hive mind and he exists in all his bodies simultaneously and he can collect as many bodies as he wants for his perverted jokes.
Azalin asks the PCs to bring to Avernus a trapped Toben Zombie so that he can study the foul creature and find a way to protect Darkon from Toben.
In fact Azalin wants to 1. Study Toben in case he finds another way to make copies of himself (the Wish he has used to create Death wasn't particularly successful) 2. Control Toben the Many. To do this, he knows that he has to bring in Darkon the majority of his bodies. . . So he plans to keep the single body in close proximity with about 600 humanoids in order to forcefully create 600 Toben Zombies (which he believes should be enough).
Along with the letter are two magic items.
The first is a scroll of the Legend Lore spell that Azalin instructs the PCs to use in order to learn more about Toben the Many. Since this is Darklord's intervertion, even a 1st level wizard will be able to succeed at the caster roll required to cast the spell (treat it as a natural 20) The casting time is also the least possible for the spell to be cast.
The second is a nail containing a specialized spell (like a combinated halt undead, feeblemind, nondetection and command undead spell) that would "freeze" the concioussness of the trapped Toben Zombie to prevent Toben from understanding where he goes, under whose orders and why. When the coffin which will hold Toben is nailed with the coffin or when the nail is nailed on Toben's body, Toben's concioussness will be frozen.
The legend Lore spell will probably give to the PCs some clues about Toben and perhaps where they can find a large concentration of Toben Zombies (and hopefully prevent a tragedy).
After the PCs deliver Toben to Azalin, a vistana or a prophet will tell them to check the "Tower of Demise" This will end up to be a large, specially prepared building where 500 - 600 lowlives from the streets of Karg, Martira Bay and the other settlements are held. In the heart of the building there will be the original, frozen Toben Zombie partially immersed in water. This contaminated water is used by the inmates to drink. Also the specialy made magical tubes transport the contaminated air around Toben to the inmates.
Undead guard the Tower of Demise and use medicines and even divine magic to prolong the life of the first victims of the disease. Azalin knows that when the first 3 - 4 Toben Zombies are created, Toben will understand what's going on, and immediatelly try to increase his total number of bodies, so that 400 - 600 are not enough to control him. Azalin plans to have at least 300 of the 600 inmates die of the disease in a single day.
If the undead doctors sense that an inmate is very close to dying and they cannot save him, they kill him on the spot and replace him with another unlucky convict.
When the time is right and about 100 inmates are to be risen as Toben Zombies (which means that 300 will die the same day as a corpse is risen 1d3 days later), Azalin will command the newly created Toben Zombies to kill the rest 300 sick prisoners. That will deliver Azalin 350 - 400 Toben zombies in a single day and another 100 the next day.
From the time Toben will understand the plan, he will have about 24 - 36 hours to increase his number above 1000. Since he is afraid of nothing else than Azalin's control Toben will abandon the games and attack and collect as many as he can in this time.
Azalin has predicted that. He has armed 70 - 100 Kargat members and had them hire mercenaries throughout the Core. Using his powerful magic and those of his subordinates, Azalin has located many of Toben's bodies and has his "Toben extermination squads" ready. When Toben will move to nearby settlements, they will kill those he collects.
Of course this will only cause a circle. Within these 24 dark hours, Toben will kill hundreds who will be destroyed in turn only for him to collect others etc.
So the PCs must: Act on time before Toben, afraid for once in his long life, panicked starts a murder-spree collecting hundreds of innocents in a single day while many of Azalin agents along with mercenary bands start destroying them, only to increase Toben's murders.
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New Magical Item:
Toben extermination Bullets: These are bullets that cast the remove disease spell when they hit a target. Of course a healing bullet is something of an oximoron, but in the case of Toben the Many, a Toben Zombie immediately drops dead if it fails a Fortitude save DC 15.
Caster level 5th. Prerequisites: Craft magic weapons and armor, cure disease. Market Price 200 gp each. 10000gp for 50 bullets. 5000 gold and 400 XP to create.
Toben extermination Bullets: These are bullets that cast the remove disease spell when they hit a target. Of course a healing bullet is something of an oximoron, but in the case of Toben the Many, a Toben Zombie immediately drops dead if it fails a Fortitude save DC 15.
Caster level 5th. Prerequisites: Craft magic weapons and armor, cure disease. Market Price 200 gp each. 10000gp for 50 bullets. 5000 gold and 400 XP to create.
"You truly see what a person is made of, when you begin to slice into them" - Semirhage
"I am not mad, no matter what you're implying." - Litalia
My DMGuild work!
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My DMGuild work!
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A farmstead in Verbek (an extended family 9 men, 12 women, 8 children) is under pressure by werewolves. They are howling near the farm at night, they kill a sheep now and then, they leave a mauled animal at the doorstep, they paint threatening images in blood for a few weeks now. When somebody travels a few minutes away, he/she can spot wolves watching him/her from a distance.
The family is really desperate and thinks to relocate, but they are afraid that they will not manage to leave with werewolves in their heels. The werewolves seem content to make life difficult for the family for the moment, but they become a bit more bold with each passing week. The family food supplies start run low and the water is sparse since the werewolves don't let anyone make many trips to the well.
The family manage to ask for help a nearby thorp who in turn inform others and word travels to the PCs in a nearby domain.
When the PCs manage to get to the farmstead, all inhabitants are Toben Zombies. When they destroy them, they discover that Toben has also collected the werewolf tribe that made life difficult for the family.
While the PCs were prepared to face a few (about a dozen) werewolves, they have to face 20 Toben Zombies and about a dozen Toben werewolf zombies.
PS. It seems I'm the only one posting here. A shame. I would like so much to see the ideas/opinions of a few others too in here.
The family is really desperate and thinks to relocate, but they are afraid that they will not manage to leave with werewolves in their heels. The werewolves seem content to make life difficult for the family for the moment, but they become a bit more bold with each passing week. The family food supplies start run low and the water is sparse since the werewolves don't let anyone make many trips to the well.
The family manage to ask for help a nearby thorp who in turn inform others and word travels to the PCs in a nearby domain.
When the PCs manage to get to the farmstead, all inhabitants are Toben Zombies. When they destroy them, they discover that Toben has also collected the werewolf tribe that made life difficult for the family.
While the PCs were prepared to face a few (about a dozen) werewolves, they have to face 20 Toben Zombies and about a dozen Toben werewolf zombies.
PS. It seems I'm the only one posting here. A shame. I would like so much to see the ideas/opinions of a few others too in here.
"You truly see what a person is made of, when you begin to slice into them" - Semirhage
"I am not mad, no matter what you're implying." - Litalia
My DMGuild work!
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My DMGuild work!
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Toben can infect animals. He can infect any living being.Brandi wrote:Toben normally can't infect animals, but what if he could?
However infecting animals isn't funny!"You truly see what a person is made of, when you begin to slice into them" - Semirhage
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You never saw this Far Side cartoon. (And, unless I get of a mind to scan it, probably won't because there seems to be no online Far Side archives anymore.alhoon wrote:Toben can infect animals. He can infect any living being.
)Anyway, for some reason I thought Toben could only infect humanoids and monstrous humanoids.
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Not funny? Anyone who can't laugh at a cannibalistic duck just isn't trying.
But I digress....
Toben is known for his army of bodies, yet in his interview he hinted at his true calling - a merry prankster. Here's just a few ideas for Toben's repetoire.
Putting the Fun in Funeral:
Infect a villager and wait for her to sicken and die - then lie dormant while preparations are made for the funeral. After the wake, Toben slips out of the casket and infects the priest who is scheduled to perform the ceremony, and then slips back into the coffin. Then, when the body is lowered into the ground, Toben can cheer up the mourners.
[Thump thump thump!]
Mourner: My god, she's still alive!
Toben Priest: Nope, she's dead. Just igrnore that.
Toben #1: (muffled by coffin) I'm not quite dead.
Toben Priest: Oh don't be such a baby.
Man's Best Friend
Toben infects a boy and his dog. He then tears off one arm and plays fetch with the limb. Eventually they lose the arm and go up to passers by, asking if they can borrow their's.
Goooaaaaal!
Toben infects a group of boys and plays soccor with one of their heads. Eventually they kick in into the window of a house and have to ask the owner if they can have their ball back.
Some fava Beans and a nice keyanti
Toben infects the kitchen staff of an estate, and prepares his own body parts for dinner. As a finishing touch, he puts his head under the desert steamtray. Each time soneone takes a bite, Toben shouts "Ouch!"
But I digress....
Toben is known for his army of bodies, yet in his interview he hinted at his true calling - a merry prankster. Here's just a few ideas for Toben's repetoire.
Putting the Fun in Funeral:
Infect a villager and wait for her to sicken and die - then lie dormant while preparations are made for the funeral. After the wake, Toben slips out of the casket and infects the priest who is scheduled to perform the ceremony, and then slips back into the coffin. Then, when the body is lowered into the ground, Toben can cheer up the mourners.
[Thump thump thump!]
Mourner: My god, she's still alive!
Toben Priest: Nope, she's dead. Just igrnore that.
Toben #1: (muffled by coffin) I'm not quite dead.
Toben Priest: Oh don't be such a baby.
Man's Best Friend
Toben infects a boy and his dog. He then tears off one arm and plays fetch with the limb. Eventually they lose the arm and go up to passers by, asking if they can borrow their's.
Goooaaaaal!
Toben infects a group of boys and plays soccor with one of their heads. Eventually they kick in into the window of a house and have to ask the owner if they can have their ball back.
Some fava Beans and a nice keyanti
Toben infects the kitchen staff of an estate, and prepares his own body parts for dinner. As a finishing touch, he puts his head under the desert steamtray. Each time soneone takes a bite, Toben shouts "Ouch!"
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To ScS: You reminded me why I liked Toben that much! Your ideas gave me quite a laugh that means that perhaps I'm getting mad and deranged, but I laughed none the less.
As for the football game, I can only imagine the PCs expression when they see the head coming in, and before they recover from the horrific shock, a group of leering undead children show up and ask for their ball!
Undead Toben zombie child: Small undead. HD 1d12 +3 (9 hp) AC 15 (+2 nat, +1 sz, +2 dex), Str 12 dex 14 con- int 16 wis 12 cha 14, 2 slams+2 (1d4+1 damage) CR 1/2
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More one-shot pranks to introduce Toben in a campaign before having the PCs face him.
The butcher: Toben infects the Butcher of a small village and a few of his animals. Once the PCs (or someone else) get's in the smiling butcher starts taunting them and then the skinned merchandise start to reply. The butcher is a 2nd level commoner.
Your ideas gave me quite a laugh that means that perhaps I'm getting mad and deranged, but I laughed none the less.As for the football game, I can only imagine the PCs expression when they see the head coming in, and before they recover from the horrific shock, a group of leering undead children show up and ask for their ball!
Undead Toben zombie child: Small undead. HD 1d12 +3 (9 hp) AC 15 (+2 nat, +1 sz, +2 dex), Str 12 dex 14 con- int 16 wis 12 cha 14, 2 slams+2 (1d4+1 damage) CR 1/2
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More one-shot pranks to introduce Toben in a campaign before having the PCs face him.
The butcher: Toben infects the Butcher of a small village and a few of his animals. Once the PCs (or someone else) get's in the smiling butcher starts taunting them and then the skinned merchandise start to reply. The butcher is a 2nd level commoner.
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*lol* Brandi, I had forgotten this cartoon. Far Side rocked.
Indeed, it can be interpreted as Toben infected animal
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In my campaign, I introduced Toben the Many and the Glutton (both from VRGttWD) at the same time, having Toben's zombies asking the players if they saw the Glutton. Toben wishes to add this famous zombie to his rooster.
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Indeed, it can be interpreted as Toben infected animal
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In my campaign, I introduced Toben the Many and the Glutton (both from VRGttWD) at the same time, having Toben's zombies asking the players if they saw the Glutton. Toben wishes to add this famous zombie to his rooster.
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These are all ingenious but you have to know that this one wouldn't work in our community because as sure as you're sitting there, one of your PC's would call out,ScS of the Fraternity wrote: Putting the Fun in Funeral:
Infect a villager and wait for her to sicken and die - then lie dormant while preparations are made for the funeral. After the wake, Toben slips out of the casket and infects the priest who is scheduled to perform the ceremony, and then slips back into the coffin. Then, when the body is lowered into the ground, Toben can cheer up the mourners.
[Thump thump thump!]
Mourner: My god, she's still alive!
Toben Priest: Nope, she's dead. Just igrnore that.
Toben #1: (muffled by coffin) I'm not quite dead.
Toben Priest: Oh don't be such a baby.
"You can't take her like that! It's against regulations!"
Do us a favor Luv, Stick yer 'ead in a bucket a kick it!
So, gentlemen, that's how it is. Until Grissome.... resurfaces, I'm the acting president, and I say starting with this... anniversary festival, we run this city into the ground! :D
So, gentlemen, that's how it is. Until Grissome.... resurfaces, I'm the acting president, and I say starting with this... anniversary festival, we run this city into the ground! :D
Jury Duty
JURY DUTY
Arrest the party on charges (trumphed up or not) of murder and send them to trial.
The judge asks the spokesman of the jury, "Do you have a verdict?"
The entire jury replies as one, "I do your honour."
Unamused, the judge asks pointedly: "Mr. Spokesman, and Mr. Spokesman alone, what is it?"
Jury as one cries: "The accuesed are guilty of being foreigners! And they are very, very dull. And they are dressed horribly! I mean, I wouldn't be caught dead in those threads. What did Vlad Drakov give his wardrobe away to charity again? Wasn't once enough!"
Judge growls: "Forget the clothes. Forget Drakov!"
Jury as one interrupts: "Easy for you to say, I bet you have never been impaled!"
Judge screams: "Shut up and listen, all of you. Their clothing is irrelevent. And they were not charged with being foreigners! Do you or do you not believe that they committed the murder? And stop all answering at once!"
Jury as one: "Ok."
Judge screams: "I said stop that!"
Jury as one: "How is justice to be heard if the jury isn't to speak?"
Judge: "One of you, and only one of you, is to speak. Otherwise I will find every last one of you to be in contempt and I will jail the lot of you indefinitely. Do I make myself understood?"
Jury as one nods.
Judge: "Do you find the accused guilty of murder?"
Jury says and does nothing.
Judge, nearly beside himself, repeats the question.
Jury says and does nothing.
Judge screams: "What are you all mute now?"
Jury as one nods.
Judge: "You, the Spokesman, answer the question or I will name you the murderer and string you up forthwith in this very courtroom!"
Jury as one: "The man was mine, the accused stole him from me, I demand restitution, I demand that the accused be surrendered forthwith to me."
Judge: "Guards! Get a rope!"
Guards rummage about for a rope.
Jury as one grins fiendishly and says: "Well I am waiting. Will you satisfy my demand."
Judge turns very white.
Jury as one turns to the accused, grins broadly, and declares: "I find you guilty of stealing a life from Tolben the Many. The man you killed, or perhaps not, was one that I wish to collect, and in restitution, I condemn you to take his place, it is you that I will collect. Any last words? Make them memorable. And no pressure. Remember you only get one chance. And would you mind very much slipping out of those rags first, you know I have a reputation to keep up."
Arrest the party on charges (trumphed up or not) of murder and send them to trial.
The judge asks the spokesman of the jury, "Do you have a verdict?"
The entire jury replies as one, "I do your honour."
Unamused, the judge asks pointedly: "Mr. Spokesman, and Mr. Spokesman alone, what is it?"
Jury as one cries: "The accuesed are guilty of being foreigners! And they are very, very dull. And they are dressed horribly! I mean, I wouldn't be caught dead in those threads. What did Vlad Drakov give his wardrobe away to charity again? Wasn't once enough!"
Judge growls: "Forget the clothes. Forget Drakov!"
Jury as one interrupts: "Easy for you to say, I bet you have never been impaled!"
Judge screams: "Shut up and listen, all of you. Their clothing is irrelevent. And they were not charged with being foreigners! Do you or do you not believe that they committed the murder? And stop all answering at once!"
Jury as one: "Ok."
Judge screams: "I said stop that!"
Jury as one: "How is justice to be heard if the jury isn't to speak?"
Judge: "One of you, and only one of you, is to speak. Otherwise I will find every last one of you to be in contempt and I will jail the lot of you indefinitely. Do I make myself understood?"
Jury as one nods.
Judge: "Do you find the accused guilty of murder?"
Jury says and does nothing.
Judge, nearly beside himself, repeats the question.
Jury says and does nothing.
Judge screams: "What are you all mute now?"
Jury as one nods.
Judge: "You, the Spokesman, answer the question or I will name you the murderer and string you up forthwith in this very courtroom!"
Jury as one: "The man was mine, the accused stole him from me, I demand restitution, I demand that the accused be surrendered forthwith to me."
Judge: "Guards! Get a rope!"
Guards rummage about for a rope.
Jury as one grins fiendishly and says: "Well I am waiting. Will you satisfy my demand."
Judge turns very white.
Jury as one turns to the accused, grins broadly, and declares: "I find you guilty of stealing a life from Tolben the Many. The man you killed, or perhaps not, was one that I wish to collect, and in restitution, I condemn you to take his place, it is you that I will collect. Any last words? Make them memorable. And no pressure. Remember you only get one chance. And would you mind very much slipping out of those rags first, you know I have a reputation to keep up."
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