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Between Phenotypes 54 Primary Aspect .............................. 11 Relationships Between Lycanthropes Secondary Aspect ........................... 12 .................................... and Humanity 56 .............................. Tertiary Aspect 14 ........................... Werebeast-led Groups 57 ........................ Pathologic Lycanthropy 14 ................................. .............................. Infiltrating Society 58 Transfiguration 15 .............................. Obtaining Skills and Abilities .................. 59 Primary Aspect 15 ........................... ......... Secondary Aspect 16 Chapter IV: The Pathologic Scourge 61 ..................... .................................... Maledictive Lycanthropy 17 Susceptibility 61 ........................ ................................. Self-Induced Curses 18 Vestiges of Race 63 ........................ .................. Curses of Vengeance 18 Conservation of Phenotype 64 Magical Curses .............................. 20 Conservation of Triggers ..................... 64 ........................ .............................. Removing the Curse 20 Multiple Infections 64 Other Characteristics ..................... 20 Infecting a True Lycanthrope ............... 65 ......... ............................................. Shapechangers and Lycanthropes 20 Triggers 66 Origins of Lycanthropy ........................ 21 Symbolic Triggers ........................... 66 ........................ ..................... The Parasitic Theory 21 Physiological Triggers 67 ................................. ............... Other Triggers 68 Chapter II: A Biological Survey 24 ........................... Lycanthropic Control 68 Werebeast Phenotypes ........................ 24 .............................. Detecting Infection 70 .................................... Vulnerabilities 24 ........................... Curing the Affliction 71 ........................... The Transfiguration 28 ........................ Exterminating the Root ..................... 71 Clothing and Armor 29 ........................ Revitalizing the Tarnished Spirit ......... 72 Damage and Healing 29 Removing the Blight ........................ 74 Memory Loss and Retention ............ 30 Effects on Character Skills ............... 31 Chapter V: On the Hunt ........................ 76 Diet ................................................... 32 Identifying the Beast ........................... 76 Infected Lycanthropes ..................... 34 Hybrid Form ................................. 76 True Lycanthropes ........................... 34 Animal Form ................................. 77 Life Span and Life Cycle ..................... 36 Human Form ................................. 78 Infected Lycanthropes ..................... 36 Tracks .......................................... 79 ........................... ................................. True Lycanthropes 36 Gory Leavings 82 Aging and True Lycanthropes ............ 39 The Lair ....................................... 82 Procreation ....................................... 39 Multiple Monsters ........................... 84 Infected Lycanthropes ..................... 40 Witnessing the Transformation ......... 85 True Lycanthropes ........................... 40 Stalking the Werebeast ........................ 85 Lairs ................................................ 42 Trapping the Beast ........................... 85 Town Lairs .................................... 42 Making the Kill .............................. 88 Wilderness Lairs .............................. 45 Charlatans .......................................... 88 .................................... ......... Last Thoughts 89 Chapter 111: A Psychological Survey 47 Moral and Ethical Outlook .................. 47 Conclusion .......................................... 90 .............................. Goals and Desires 48 ........................... ..................... Appendix for the DMm 91 Infected Lycanthropes 49 n the heart ofeuery man “old wives” frequently remember the ancient hides the soul oftheb east. Ir truths. . . . this way, we are not so different from the A Welcome Shapeshifter. r -Speculations, Marth Venn reetings, fellow scholar. I am Dr. Rudolph Van Richten-erstwhile healer, herbalist, chronicler, husband, father. It seems to me Tales of the lycanthrope-of . the shapeshifter, the beast in now that I have lived many lives, pursued man’s form-are common to many careers. How could all of my every society, human and experiences, all I have learned, be demihuman alike. There is a encompassed by a single life span? certain universality to the Yet that is definitely the case. I was born concept, which is nearly threescore years ago in the land of understandable. The Darkon. Although the tales and rumors may symbolism is so potent, so say otherwise, Darkon is not a place of immediate: A man becomes unrelieved terror, death, and destruction. the beast, and the beast Certainly, those who live within its boundaries masquerades as a man. Does must make certain . . . adjustments. . . to their this not perfectly encapsulate manner of life. There are particular regions the duality of human nature? where one travels only at the greatest of need, In many accounts, the metamorphosis is where one invites only trusted friends across beyond the shapeshifter’s control, signifying the threshold, and where the windows are the bestial rage that can well up within the always shuttered and barred after sunset. mildest of souls. And the fear engendered by Yet during the daylight hours, Darkon-or the presence of the shapeshifter-the suspicion that region where I spent my childhood, at that any stranger or even a friend may turn out least-is a beautiful land. For me, few places to be the beast-is a reflection of the grim truth can rival the allure of its rolling hills, deep that no man may truly know what is in his primeval forests, grassy glades, and meadows fellow man’s heart. ablaze with a profusion of wildflowers. Before Yes, the shapeshifter is a powerful symbol. the chili of night sets in, the breezes are gentle, And when I was young, I felt certain that this carrying with them the whispers of the trees, creature was purely symbolic. One did not and the perfumes of myriad flora. have to believe in the existence of the I find that now I can look back on those days shapeshifter to understand the innate truth of of youth with pleasure, and can relish their such wild tales, for that central truth had richness. Such was not always the case. Once, nothing to do with monsters or bestial the slightest reminder oft he past would rack nightmares, but with the psychology of me with pain and grief. For I had been humanity (or so I believed). sundered from those innocent, joyful times by il How naive was I then. While tales of the chasm that no living man could ever cross. shapeshifter may be symbolic, they also reflect In what now seems a previous lifetime, I had a substantive reality. I know now that shape- a family I loved, a profession I cherished. I was shifters do exist. Once, I discounted the a simple healer leading a simple existence. werebeast as a superstitious folly, as something Then a wretched, blood-sucking horror took no more significant than an old wives’ tale. But my wife and child. My simple existence died I had overlooked the obvious: those so-called with them, and I came to follow a path very different from the one I had chosen for myself. still is) my habit, I stopped at the local tavern Today I am driven not by my own needs and at day’s end, seeking a glass of brandy and a whims, but by a central cause: to rid the world bit of conversation. of the Accursed, those unnatural and That night, Varithne’s tavern was crowded. supernatural predators who threaten the lives Nearly all who filled the room were talking of and happiness of all. I speak, of course, of strange disappearances. Simply by listening, I those beings which some have imprecisely discovered their plight. classed as “monsters”: the various forms of Over the past fortnight, seven men had gone undead, the shapeshifters, and other fiendish missing. The first two were shepherds. As it beasts who feast on sorrow and pain. was the season for doing so, they had led their Some who know of my cause believe me to flocks into the hills to graze. Neither shepherds be driven by vengeance. Not so. This once was nor sheep ever returned. Scant days later, a true, of course. After the loss of my beloved pair of professional hunters joined the ranks of wife and son, desire for vengeance burned the missing. The people of Varithne had hired brightly within me. It shames me to admit it, these two men to provide meat. Their hunting but I took great pleasure in sending the fell expedition was to last only a day or two, but beast who had destroyed my family down into like the shepherds they failed to return. the blackness of true death. The realization that The latest to disappear were three travelers I had enjoyed my act forced me to re-examine who claimed they hailed from a land called my motives, however, and to scrutinize the Sembia. These adventurous men took it upon very shadows in my soul. themselves to locate the shepherds and It was that intense personal scrutiny which hunters. Again, none returned. redirected my efforts. From that moment At first I paid little heed to the rumblings in forward, I no longer sought the destruction of the tavern that night. Certainly I understood the such foul creatures for personal benefit or villagers’ concern, but there are many natural desire for vengeance. Today my central predators in the hills of Darkon, and I assumed motivation is to spare others the torture and that the seven unfortunates had fallen victim to heartache that I myself have suffered. If I go to such creatures. Wolves, bears, or the like could my grave knowing that I have saved only one easily have killed the seven men. I was not person from the torment that I was forced to then, and am not now, a hunter of normal, endure, I will count myself a lucky man and living creatures. judge my life to have been of worth. I had emptied my brandy and was about to leave the tavern when I overheard something House on the Hill that changed my mind. Two villagers began to The exchange tales of a strange howling they had s I have stated, once I did not believe the heard. The sound had been carried on the night legends of the shapeshifters, the winds that blew down from the hills. I asked rerebeasts. It was in my thirty-ninth year them to elaborate. This was not the howling of a that I discovered my mistake. By that time, I wolf, the pair assured me, but something quite had traveled the length and breadth of Darkon different. My curiosity was piqued. Not long in my quest to eliminate the unnatural before, I had discovered and destroyed several predators which threatened the populace- unusual ghostly creatures, apparently examples namely, the undead. I was near Varithne, a of a hitherto unrecorded subtype of wailing village too tiny to appear on most maps. It lies spirit. Those hauntings had been characterized in the north of Darkon, where the terrain is by a nocturnal howling very much like that rugged and the populace sparse. As was (and described by the villagers. Assuming that the INT I. 1 orchestrator 01 varimne’s torment might be one It was disorientation. In fact, there was still light of these spirits, I decided that I would put to rest enough for me to see, even though the sun had this accursed creature as well. already sunk below the horizon. As in other The next day I set forth into the hills, regions of Darkon, the rise and fall of the hills equipped with several vials of sanctified water, was traced by a faintly shimmering, blue-green which had proved quite effective against the luminescence. Many call it ”gravelight.” This other wailing spirits. I was confident that I could light might still have allowed me to return to recognize the sanctuary of my ectoplasmic the village safely-if only I had known in which quarry and then dispatch the creature with little direction the village lay. ado. For one of the first times in my life, It was then I heard the howling: a high- overconfidence possessed me, and truly led me pitched, prolonged ululation. It hung upon the astray. Not simply in a symbolic sense, mind cold wind, fading and then renewing itself you. I admit it openly: I became lost. Although again and yet again. My ear perceived the a bright morning sun had greeted me when I sound, but my soul understood its meaning. It left the inn, by midmorning that sun was spoke of hunger, solitude, and ferocity. And, hidden behind slate-gray clouds and a thick cliche though it seems, it spoke of inhuman mist clung to the hills. Visibility decreased to glee. No mere wolf had ever uttered such a little more than a stone’s throw. I fear I sound-that I knew at once. Nor did the wandered in circles for hours, until the day- hideous cry precisely match my memories of already twilight-dark under the clouds-began the wailing spirits. But, in the emotion of the to darken still further. moment, I discounted the difference. As the damp chill of the mist leeched the I was lost, but I knew the direction from warmth from my body, fear washed over me at which the heart-numbing howl had come. If I last. It was not the darkness I feared, however. could not find the village this night, at least I could complete the task to which I had set myself and hunt down the wretched spirit. I strode determinedly through the mist. The wailing spirits I had previously destroyed always lurked within some human-constructed building: a deserted house, a desolate warehouse, or (by preference) an abandoned church. Thus, when I saw a small stone house set atop a nearby hill, I thought my trek was at an end. Surely this was the sanctuary of the unquiet spirit I believed I was hunting. Preparing my holy water and other accoutrements, I advanced stealthily toward the building. Great was my surprise and embarrassment when the front door swung open, silhouetting a burly figure against the light. No spirit this, but a red-faced, jolly-looking man around his fiftieth year. He was tall and broad, as muscular as a blacksmith, yet with the weather-tanned face of a farmer. When he set his eyes on me, upon a comparatively little man skulking toward his home like a thief, he threw back his head and laughed. Of course, this only added to my humiliation. “Come in, come in,” he called boisterously. “No need to steal an invitation to shelter when it’s freely given. Get yeself in out of the night.” I felt my face burning as I returned my vials of sanctified water to my pack and slid my silver-bladed ritual knife back into its sheath. “My apologies,” I began abashedly, but he cut me off with another booming laugh. “Ne’er mind that now, friend,” he said. “Come join me in the light and the warmth, and sup with me. Unless ye’d prefer to sleep in the gravelight, o’course.” I did not have to be invited twice. Though I was confused-for surely the wailing spirit must be somewhere around here-I welcomed the invitation. This man was undeniably among the living, and no joy of life such as he displayed could coexist with a wailing spirit. Perhaps this burly fellow could direct me to the ectoplasmic . . horror’s true sanctuary. on the morrow, of with a will. It was only moments before I felt my course. head start to nod with the onset of sleep, and I He gestured for me to enter and I stepped began to fade away. into the cozy little two-room structure. My Then the man said something that drew me host’s face was wrinkled in a jolly smile, yet it out of my reverie. was curious: I sensed some kind of undertone, “Wetcome I said, and welcome I meant, Dr. some submerged emotion, beneath his Van Richten.” He was standing behind me, jocularity. Was it tension? A well-concealed near the front door. His tone was still friendly, effort or strain? I quickly forgot the little but the words that came next were not. “Your mystery, however, as he maintained a name is known to me, for your fame has continuous flow of words. At first, I tried to spread far. So fine it’lk be to feast on a man as . . .” follow my host’s rambting conversation, but famous as yourself. before long I realized that he was talking for the With that I turned, disbelieving. I simply sake of speaking rather than to communicate could not have heard him say what I thought I anything of value. His must be a lonely life, I heard. decided. My visit represented a rare The scene which unfolded shocked me into opportunity for conversation, for which the stupefaction. The man had stripped off his shirt man was both eager and out of practice. and he was changing, undergoing what I now Still, I did not mind the man’s chatter. There call the transfiguration.A s I watched in dumb was a fire in the hearth and a kettle of stew horror, I saw his bones shift, bend, and hanging over it. The transition from a bone- lengthen. His skull warped as though made of chilling cold to such cheery warmth seemed to clay. His mouth and nose become a bestial numb my mind like a strong herbal sedative. snout, and his forehead sloped sharply back When he bade me sit near the hearth, I did so above his eyes-eyes that were suddenly I ... L. bloodshot and glaring. His muscles, too, shifted the menu. For obvious reasons, I was unable to beneath his skin. The sight would have been remain in that house that night. I set out across enough to nauseate me even without the the hills once more, and by sheer luck I accompanying sound: a wet, gristly squashing stumbled across a road that led me back to and crunching reminiscent of the noise made Varithne. by tearing apart raw chicken meat. His hair, The creature’s death did little to ease my previously shoulder-length,h ad shortened and terror. I remained in mortal fear for weeks-not become more like a mane or a dog’s hackles, for my life, as such, but for my humanity. I had traveling along the path of his spine. And a heard many of the legends describing gray pelt had sprung into being, covering his werewolves, although I had paid little enough exposed skin. attention to the details. I feared that the wounds The transition was over in only a heartbeat inflicted by the creature would ensure that I or two, yet to my fevered mind it seemed would suffer the same dire curse-that I would, much longer. Then the beast stood before me, on the next full moon, become a ravening half man, half animal, smiling with a monster, myself. predator’s smile. Saliva dripped from its lips. Yet no such grievous fate overtook me. To Now, almost too late, I realized what had this day, more than a decade later, I have invited me to dine. suffered no ill effects. Perhaps the wounds that Then it repeated its blood-chilling howl and the monster inflicted were not serious enough pounced! to convey the contagion. Or perhaps my I was fortunate. As I have now come to natural resistance to disease provided some learn, it was but a weak example of its kind. protection. Perhaps the fact that I used cold Had it been one whit stronger, it would have silver to slay the beast was the reason for my devoured my flesh and sucked the marrow good health. from my bones. As it was, I narrowly Or perhaps I was simply fortunate. managed to defeat the creature. Its claws and From that day forth, the insidiousness of the teeth scored me a dozen times, but my silver werebeast’s threat has not been far from the ceremonial dagger proved an efficacious forefront of my mind. From that day forth, I weapon. Eventually, the thing lay dead, have numbered the werebeast among the pierced to the heart with my nine-inch blade. nemeses of mankind. As I withdrew the weapon from the corpse, the creature underwent a reverse metamorphosis, returning to its human form. Once more I gazed at the broad, jolly face of the farmer. This time, however, it was truly at peace, without the hint of tension I had sensed earlier. A werewolf!I thought. I searched the rest of the building, both in fear that it had a fellow and in grim suspicion that I would find the final resting places of the missing villagers. I was right in my guess. There is no need to go into a description of what I discovered; some things are best left undescribed. Suffice it to say that I was not the only one who had been invited to dine with this fellow and then found himself on ‘q .-,. .I. ,