Another glimpse at the Underworld …

24.94 Old Buckle: The ground here is quite uneven, with deep (1d4 x 100 feet) canyons and narrow ridges. On the edge of one such ridge an adventurer might spot a buckle and the remains of a leather belt hung on a small spike of stone attached to the ridge. An adventurer tried to use the belt as a rope to swing themselves down to a ledge located about 6 feet below the edge of the ridge. On this ledge there is a small idol of Lilith made of gold with inlaid ruby lips and amethyst eyes (worth 500 gp, weighs 100 lb). Touching the idol causes one to lose their balance. Kissing the idol teleports them into the stronghold of Lilith in Erebus, the second circle of Hell.

39.107 Quarry Men: A tribe of 200 rock men have an extensive quarry here, pulling granite from the walls of the cavern and selling it throughout the Glooms. Despite their stodgy and staid ways and dull way of speaking, the rock men are quite intelligent and excellent bargainers. The rock men dwell in small caves dug into the sides of their ever-expanding quarry. The best granite is retained and carved into new rock men. The rock men have a treasure of 2,130 sp, 380 ep, 2,520 gp, a brass icon of Vulcanus (worth 30 gp), two fine rhodochrosites worth 500 gp each and 20 barrels of mineral spirits (worth 6 gp each).

51.109 Notac-ichat: A clan of 40 notac-ichat and their 30 females and 35 young dwell here in a citadel of gray bricks, tiny windows and flat, crenelated roofs. The notac-ichat own a tapestry in which is impressed not only the image, but the intelligence of the archmage Vaunus the Vain. The tapestry advises their chief, Yar-Iskr, a rambling old male with purple chitin and a wandering mind. In truth, the archmage controls him and rules his people, using them to collect rare ingredients for a spell to make a simulacrum body that his mind can inhabit until something more permanent comes along. They currently lack an ounce of halfling blood and the wisdom teeth of a dwarf.

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“Hell South” sounds weird. Anywho …

4.68 Kobolds in Distress: A band of 15 kobolds have been trapped on a ledge about 30 feet above the ground. They are armed with javelins and clubs, and especially worried about the cave located about 10 feet above their ledge, where a lone howler dwells. Below the ledge there are four chaos beasts that escaped the Master.

HOWLER: HD 6; AC 2 [17]; Atk 1 bite (2d8) and 1d4 quills (1d6); Move 18; Save 11; CL/XP 8/800; Special: Quills (save or quill breaks in flesh, imposing -1 penalty to d20 rolls, removing deals 1d6 damage), howl (those who hear for one hour must save or become confused (per spell).

CHAOS BEAST: HD 8; AC 3 [16]; Atk 2 claws (1d4); Move 9; Save 8; CL/XP 10/1400; Special: Magic resistance (20%), corporeal instability (save or become amorphous mass and lose one point of wisdom per round; at 0 wisdom the victim turns into a chaos beast).

5.69 Goons: A tribe of 370 goons and their 60 females and 40 children dwell here in an ornate, garish palace of stone set with ornamental stones. The carvings depict cavorting demons, hunting beasts and scenes of terrible melancholy. The palace contains barracks and living chambers, fungal gardens, cruel prisons and kennels for the goons’ 30 champion hunting dogs. The palace is laid out in rings separated by fungal gardens crawling with shriekers who double as guard animals.

The goons are ruled by Vodic, a brutal priest of Cali, the demon queen of assassins. Vodic dwells at the center of the palace in a shrine of Cali. The ring just beyond the shrine is inhabited by 30 louts. The shrine contains a bronze idol of Cali and three iron chests hanging from thick, iron chains attached to the ceiling. The idol holds aloft in one hand a compass carved from a single large sapphire (worth 4,000 gp). The compass has a permanent find the path effect cast on it, activated by holding upright on one’s palm and blowing on it.

GOON: HD 1+1; AC 4 [15]; Atk 1 weapon (1d8+1); Move 12; Save 17 (12 vs. hold spells); CL/XP 4/120; Special: Crown (if knocked from his head, he either slinks away in embarrassment or flies into a rage, gaining +2 bonus to hit and damage until reduced to -5 hit points), magic immunity (immune to mind-affecting spells).

6.102 Dusty Halls: There is a small castle here, abandoned ages ago while under siege by the wizard Porin Bloody Bones. Porin devised a wondrous spell that sealed the castle – a powerful variation on the venerable hold portal enchantment. In time, the garrison succumbed to hunger and cannibalism and eventually wiped themselves out. Unfortunately, the wizard didn’t last long enough to enjoy his victory, having succumbed to the venom of a serpent that crawled into his tent one night. The castle has been sealed ever since, and is now inhabited by twenty ravenous zombies. Within these dusty hallways one might discover the great hall with its magnificent opal-studded throne (ten opals worth 250 gp each).

The castle’s treasure is hidden in a room within a room. The walls of the outer room are studded with spikes. When the inner door is tampered with, it opens with a powerful gust of wind. Anyone in front of the door must pass a saving throw or be flung back on the spikes for 1d6 points of damage. If the damage rolled is “6”, the spiked walls of the circular chamber begin to spin, first at a rate of 10 feet per round. The speed increases by 10 feet per round until it reaches a maximum speed of 90 feet per round. Once the speed reaches 30 feet per round, anyone still on the spikes begins to suffer 1d6 points of damage per round.

Within the treasure chamber there are 5,650 sp, 2,310 ep, 1,060 gp, a tiny pair of gold dice (30 gp), a small book of dirty kobold limericks with a gray-brown cover (by reading the first word of each page you discover a wish spell that works one time) and a +1 broadsword.

CANNIBAL ZOMBIE: HD 4; AC 8 [11]; Atk 2 claws (1d4) and bite (1d6); Move 9; Save 13; CL/XP 4/120; Special: Immune to sleep and charm.

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Another preview – maybe the last before the release of NOD 11. I’m going to try to finish the first Hell hex crawl installment this weekend and publish sometime next week. I think the schedule will be …

NOD 11 – Ante-Hell, Circle 1 and Circle 2 – North half

NOD 12 – Ante-Hell, Circle 1 and Circle 2 – South half

NOD 13 – Circles 2-5

NOD 14 – Circle 6 (City of Dis)

NOD 15 – Circles 7-9

I think it’s safe to say that by NOD 15, I’ll be sick and tired of writing about Hell.

In the meantime – here’s the preview material …

15.39 Aella: This windy hex holds the stronghold of Aella, titaness of whirlwinds, daughter of Khaos. Aella’s barony is always windy, with the direction of the wind shifting substantially from moment to moment and whirlwinds forming each hour on a roll of 1 on 1d4 (treat as an air elemental’s whirlwind power).

In the midst of these winds there is a great dome of tarnished gold. The dome is pierced by a grand gatehouse of white marble with towers 60 feet tall and inner and outer portcullises. The gatehouse and dome are defended by 15 companies of sinister bronze men, who pour molten bronze upon people from murder holes in the gatehouse (6d6 damage, save for half) and 5 squadrons of harpies, who pepper invaders with arrows and sing their terrible songs.

Aella is lithe and graceful, but her green eyes have a malevolent cast and her red hair is wild and unkempt. Her skin is the color of a crimson sunset and her frame is encased in mithral platemail. She carries a massive glaive. Her treasure includes 3,920 gp, 740 pp and a silver idol in a copper basin (worth 14,000 gp) that depicts her father.

18.28 Mount Kippat: Kippat is a lonely mountain that towers over the surrounding savannah. Plumes of white and yellow smoke pour out of crevices near the base (climbers must save vs. poison or fall unconscious and fall for 6d6 points of damage). The cracks and crevices of the mountain are inhabited by a tribe (really multiple families) of 400 goblins. The crevices are anywhere from 10 to 30 feet deep, and the bottoms have been hollowed out by the goblins, who sought both a place to live and the green garnets that abound here. Over time, the goblins tunneled deep into the mountain, discovering that the deeper one went, the larger the garnets became until they finally coalesced into a single garnet about 20 feet in diameter at the very center of the mountain. A bizarre creature appears to exist in the heart of the garnet. The garnet’s great size and faceted nature makes it difficult to discern just what it hides, but it is clearly evil and the garnets of its mountain seem to carry with them a taint to this mother garnet.

66.9 Water Bridge: A powerful gout of water emerges from the ground here and arcs into the distance, well past the horizon. One can step into the rushing water and, if they can hold their breath for 10 rounds or fight the current enough to keep their head out of water (requires an open doors roll each round) they are delivered across the hex, suffering only 3d6 points of damage for the journey.

Unfortunately, the plume of water plunges back into the ground at the end of its journey, depositing the adventurer in a series of partially submerged limestone caverns crawling with giant centipedes, green slimes and other monstrosities. It is impossible to “swim” back up the flowing water and the limestone caves seem to climb ever downward, with waterfalls and submerged tunnels all the way. At the bottom of the caves there is a sickly titan chained to the cavern walls. The titan looks pale, its eyes rheumy and its lips lank and parched despite the moisture of the caverns.

The titan, Felix, is the son of Anatole, goddess of the sunrise and Sors, the god of luck. He was locked away, hidden from the Sun, as a means of tormenting his mother. His chains are semi-ethereal and pass through his wrists and ankles. They keep him weak and prevent him from using his magical powers. If freed, he would be a target for every demon and devil in Hell, but he would be a powerful ally for a time and a great help in escaping Hell.

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Yeah, the titans were built with the help of THIS.

12.40. Hobgoblins: A tribe of 100 brutish hobgoblins burrow deep into the earth here in search of iron for their master, Flavros. Their village is a series of gray, adobe buildings bristling with spikes and stacked upon each other in the fashion of a great mound. The hobgoblins are overseen by an erinyes called Gofany, a reeve in service to Flavros, who is as paranoid and ill-tempered as any demon ever born into Hell. She is clothed in banded armor of leather and bronze and from her wings hand dozens of holy symbols taken from foolish clerics. The village is surrounded by a 20-ft deep moat filled with hundreds of spikes (actually tubes containing worms that infect wounds caused by the tubes; save vs. disease or lose 1 point of constitution each day as the worms burrow through flesh and spread their putrescence.

The hobgoblins leave the village in work gangs overseen by the largest and meanest hobgoblins of the tribe, venturing out to ancient mines where they descend into the darkness and return with sacks of iron ingots. They process the iron around their village, and great heaps of slag have completely blighted the meadows. At Gofany’s command, 1d6 of these slag heaps can rise up in the manner of earth elementals to combat her challengers.
Gofany keeps a treasure of 1,000 sp, 3,000 gp, 260 pp and a silver plate worth 16,000 gp. The plate, when filled with a bit of wine, acts as a scrying pool that shows any person alive living their most humiliating moment.

13.56. Sand Pit: The landscape here descends into a valley of dunes. Black rivulets flow into the sandy area from the surrounding landscape, forming a oozy marsh in the center. Strange totem poles of grotesques jut up from the sandy soil, apparently carved from living trees. These totem poles are few and far between when one first enters the hex, but become more numerous as one approaches the center. They seem to exert a strange influence over magic spells cast here as well, an influence that becomes more pronounced as they become more numerous. The chance that a spell cast in the hex goes awry starts at 15%. For each mile towards the center of the hex one travels, that chance increases by 5%. If a spell is found to go awry, roll as though the spell caster has used a wand of wonder.

This strange hex has a forge fueled by cold, black fames at its heart. The flames arise from the heart of an ancient demon lord called Humbaba, long since slain by the forces of Law. The forge is worked by a three duergar brothers without names, who are themselves chained to the forge. They are currently beating upon a tangle of black, iron wires intended to become a crown for the succubus called Lady Scarlet, who dwells in a deeper Hell. The forge and the duergar are guarded by a company of dragon men who are clad in burning platemail and who wield military forks that drip with acid.

14.34. Saslarta’s Domicile: Saslarta is a pit fiend who controls a particularly unpleasant stronghold as a vassal of Azazel. Saslarta appears as a masculine, muscular humanoid with obsidian scales and a head reminiscent of a raven, upon which he wears a platinum diadem (12,000 gp). His stronghold is dull, ugly and filthy and stinks of feces. In fact, it is made of great bricks of excrement through which burrow worms and dung beetles (each turn spent inside the fortress carries a 1 in 6 chance of 1d4 rot grubs falling on you from above).

Saslarta’s fortress is surrounded by fields grazed by stench kows, the kows being tended by halfling cowherds, who split their time between tending the herds and patching the fortress walls with fresh loads of dung. The halflings are renowned leather workers. The fortress is defended by ten companies of manes demons.

The walls of the fortress are 50 feet high and it has nine mound-like towers. The entrance is via a barbican. The courtyard of the barbican is home to a chaos dragon called Mote. The wide halls and chambers of the fortress are jumbled together in a haphazard fashion, and there are numerous pits holding loathsome otyughs. A buzzing of giant flies constantly assaults the ears, and attacks by 2d6 the beasts occur on a 1 in 6 chance per hour. Saslarta’s throne room consists of a deep chamber guarded by rusted iron portcullises. His throne and the dais is rests on are made of concrete and are surrounded by a moat of raw sewage that drips from rusted pipes that jut from the walls at odd angles. The throne actually sits on a rusted iron grate, beneath which is his treasure chamber.

Saslarta’s treasure consists of 36,000 sp, 2,000 gp, 1,170 pp and a garnet worth 950 gp that was lodged in his eye during a fight with a movanic deva. The treasure is kept in a deep pit that is home to a truly massive otyugh with the face of Doukas Basileios, an ancient emperor of Nomo.

9.51. Halflings: Far from the salt-of-the-earth, pleasant folk of the world above, the halflings of hell are bestial little fiends who delight in the torment of others, and especially of things larger than they are. They are the sum of all the fears and jealousies that infect their kin who dwell in the sunlight. These particular halflings dwell in the branches of a wood of thorny trees that covers most of this hex. The trees grow in clumps and have a bark that can be pulped and turned into a mild poison that they rub on their barbed whips. This poison adds +1 to the damage inflicted by the whips and raises especially large and uncomfortable welts on the skin (-2 effective dexterity for 24 hours).

The halflings dress in bark cloth and lurk in the branches, preparing to ambush travelers with their barbed nets. People captured are tortured to death (suffer 1d3 points of constitution damage each day until they die). The halflings then attempt to capture their shades with their nets when they appear. The shades of lawful and neutral creatures are especially valuable in Hell, but hard to hold onto.

The halflings live in small, clannish groups of about 1d10+20 individuals. There are twenty such groups in this hex and they are encountered on a roll of 1-2 on 1d6.

10.47. Traveling Salesman: The master of Hell has a soft spot in its heart for salesmen, and they are welcomed as honored guests in its myriad rings. One of the best is a man called Kharvel, a huckster extraordinary whose crooked dealings landed him in Hell after he died. He was granted his memories and his old body by the powers-that-be and now roams Asphodel atop a great achaierai he calls Tripoli. From here he sells all manner of goods stolen and traded for, including random potions (one in six is cursed to have the opposite effect and one in twelve of those is cursed to be permanent), maps (one in six is genuine), amulets (all fake), and other odds and ends.

Despite his dishonest nature, Kharvel is actually a good source of rumors and information about the netherworld, though he charges a high price for information. He looks like a well-proportioned, rugged man with golden skin, a balding pate and a devilish beard and mustache. He wears a white tunic and cloak, worn sandals and a leather belt that holds a curved sword, several pouches and pipes of the sewer. These pipes summon shadow rats instead of the normal, mortal variety.

11.46. Ruined Fortress: While the lords of Hell may appear to be eternal and everlasting, they are as mutable, in a way, as humanity. Demons are creatures of spirit and thus immortal, but they can be reduced in stature by their peers and mortal challengers. Such was the fate of Pashatiel, a demon of doorways and beginnings and endings who deigned challenge the power of Flavros and was duly defeated and demoted.
Pashatiel’s fortress was constructed of iron blocks welded together. The fortress had two layers of walls – an outer wall 25 feet tall with 11 towers standing 30 feet tall, and an inner wall 30 feet tall with 8 towers standing 35 feet tall. The place is without windows. The top of the towers are shaped like the pretty, outstretched hands of a maiden.

The fortress is now empty. The demons who died here fighting the army of Flavros have melted away into the landscape. Weapons and armor, including hundreds of arrows that retain their poisoned tips, are scattered about the place, many atop black stains on the walls and floor that have a vaguely humanoid shape.

The interior of the fortress is clad in ivory-colored marble that is very clean and very smooth. Hallways, doorways and archways abound in this weird, quiet place, with actual chambers being few and far between. When people pass through the archways and doorways, they feel a tickle on the back of their neck, as though something is watching them and has made a note of their arrival. The interior is like a maze, and there is but a 2 in 6 chance per round (3 in 6 for elves, 4 in 6 for dwarves) of making any real progress.

The only chamber of note in the fortress is the inner sanctum, a sort of circular great hall at the heart of the place containing a throne atop a circular dais. Sprawled on this throne is Pashatiel, who in life took the form of a short, graceful man with deep wrinkles on his bronze-colored face, wide, gray, catlike eyes and long, straight, night-black hair. His appearance is now ashen and indistinct – like a shadow rather than a demon lord. Pashatiel is now a prisoner of his fortress – reduced in stature to a mere shadow demon.

Pashatiel inhabits the walls, floors and ceilings of his fortress, with the dais being the focus of his spirit and power. He can, with a thought, disappear from the dais and re-emerge from any wall, floor or ceiling. He can also command 2d4 shadows or 1d4 allips to arise from the black stains on the walls and floors.

If defeated as a shadow demon, Pashatiel sinks into the ground and re-emerges some time later as a mere lemure. Beneath the dais, which weighs 3 tons, there is a hidden treasure cache containing 1,250 gp and 400 sp.

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Image from HERE. From the Monkees episode The Devil and Peter Tork – I wanted one of the devil as salesman, but I got this instead.

Fair warning – none of these have anything to do with Napoleon in Hell. Just liked the image.

119.52. Silver Plates: Somebody has dropped two silver plates in this hex. Characters have about a 1% chance of coming across them on their travels. The plates depict angelic beings in chains bound to large stones. The delicacy and artistry of the plates is astounding, and has an arresting effect on a person’s attention if they fail a saving throw to resist the effect. A person so drawn to the silver plates finds the plight of the fallen angels more and more compelling, and, if they encounter such angels (i.e. devils) later will suffer a -3 penalty to save against any charm or compulsion effects by them. The plates are worth 300 gp.

36.11. Necromanteion: Necromanteion is the terrible city-state of Gorgyra, the nymph of the Acheron. The city is a great dome set atop black, volcanic glass that floats above or under the Acheron as Gorgyra wishes. The interior of the city features five small harbors connected by narrow canals inhabited by demonic nixies. Between these canals and harbors there is a city of spires spun from black glass. Eerie music floats within this crystal wonderland, forcing people here to pass a saving throw each day or lose one important, happy memory (and one point of Charisma). The towers of the city are mostly empty. Each has a narrow entryway flanked by caryatid columns of transparent glass. Vultures wing through the air here and perch on the towers and fish people guide gondolas through the canals.

The fish people are Gorgyra’s children, being polymorphed from the normal, bloated white fish that swim in the murky Acheron. They are given the souls of shades who have been swept into her domain (one soul in ten is her property by right), these souls being kept in crystal spheres worn on silver chains around their necks. These shades are collected by the fish men when they leave the dome (although it appears to be solid glass, it can be passed through by Gorgyra’s servants) in their sleek, black galleons. These galleons can submerge or even fly about 20 feet above the surface of the Acheron as the fish men like. Each galleon has a crew of twenty.

Gorgyra’s palace is the largest spire in the dome that is located in the center of the dome. Here, she holds court before her people and her priestesses, female drow who have been transformed by their mistress. They now have skin covered in silvery scales and gills, as well as webbed fingers and toes. Gorgyra’s throne room measures about 50 feet in diameter with a 100-ft ceiling. The walls are the same black glass one sees in the rest of the city, though here the walls are covered in bas-reliefs of weeping women and drowned men. These sculptures leak salt water from their eyes or mouths, the water pooling on the floor about three feet deep.

FISH MAN: HD 2; AC 3 [16]; Atk 1 bite (1d4+1) and 1 weapon (1d6+1); Move 12 (Swim 24); Save 14; CL/XP 4/120; Special: Slimy skin, immune to illusion, poison and paralysis, half damage from lightning, light sensitive.

FIENDISH NIXIES: HD 1d4 hp; AC 7 [12]; Atk 2 claws (1d4 + poison); Move 6 (Swim 12); Save 18; CL/XP 1/15; Special: Charm, magic resistance (10%), poison claws (save or 1d8 damage).

DROW PRIESTESSES: HD 7; AC 6 [13]; Atk 1 short sword and dagger (1d6+1 and 1d4+1); Move 12; Save 9; CL/XP 9/1100; Special: Darkvision 120-ft, surprise (4 in 6), find secret doors, spells (dancing lights, faerie fire, darkness), cast spells as a 7th level druid, magic resistance (50%)

GORGYRA: HD 9 (72 hp); AC -1 [20]; Atk 2 claws (1d8) and bite (1d10); Move 24 (S24); Save 14; CL/XP 14/2600; Special: Sight causes blindness or death, deals double damage against lawful creatures, spells (cause disease, darkness, detect invisibility, dispel magic, haste, poison), immune to poison, resistance to fire (50%), +2 or better weapon to hit, regenerate 3 hp/rd, magic resistance (50%).

8.52. Grasping Hand: In the midst of the grasslands there is a portion of ground that looks as though it has been recently burned. Should somebody step into the middle of this burnt area and speaks the name of a place within Hell, an enormous clawed demon hand erupts from the ground beneath their feet and grasps them tightly. It rises in the air, supported on a scaly arm, and then hurls the person bodily towards that place. The landing, unless the person levitates, flies or uses feather fall, inflicts 10d6 damage, and the hand itself inflicts 1d10 points of damage.

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