#false hydra

[alanahsart-blog]

WOAH !! FUCKED UP 💥

#my art #digital art #friends ocs #illustration #motw #monster of the week #gore #blood #false hydra #comic #digital painting

[lorekeeper-backset]

The False Hydra is the best D&D Homebrew monster. Absolutely horrifying and I love it.

#dungeons and dragons #d&d #false hydra #homebrew #dnd homebrew

[kalianos]

Context: So ages ago I ran a game in one of my custom worlds. It was a False Hydra game. Kept the players in the dark about it. Along the way I had kept some light notes pointing out bits here and there I felt were important. These eventually made it to the scene I am going to describe below.

As you walk along the town, the ropes tied around your waist. However everyone alive hear and feel the rope snap and sounds of heavy slapping. Along with the distinct chink of something small bouncing on the cobblestones.

Party starts to immediately asking who died, who they don't remember anymore. I calmly tell them that they are fine. Except the druid. I hear an exasperated groan from the player thinking he died since he was at the end of the rope. I tell him no, his character is still alive and as he looks back. He see's another length of rope behind him that wasn't there before. Leading to a mess of half-eaten green skin, bright armor and a book covered in blood on the ground.

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Upon looking at the journal. They found this in the book. It's a bit lengthy.

1994 DR, 14th of Midwinter’s Torment

The adventurer’s guild has tasked us again. We are holding out a campaign against some rogue goblin elements outside of town. I have my doubts about the job. Acanthes is a chill human at least. He still smells like the swamp though. Somehow got saddled with a warrior from Chaton. Chaton! How the feth did he make it over the many fathoms?

Must have paid an orc ship all his coin to be taking work with the adventurers’ guild.

1994, 16th of Midwinter’s Torment

We made camp at the edge of the their base. It took a two days and a night to get here. By Moradin, The rogue we brought along has cheese. I suspect she is part of the “cheese makers” in more ways than one. She can be useful. Kai is a decent sort. Got too sharp of a tongue. Sharp dagger as well thankfully. In hindsight it was funny how well she threw a dagger into that goblin scouts skull. The tabaxi is being quiet.

1994DR, 17th of Midwinter’s Torment

We managed to break into the first barricades. The guards have been taken down. The patrols are aware of us now unfortunately. I have only a few vestiges of my power left. By Moradin I wish I was stronger to channel his divine will. Time. Time is all we need. They are banging on the doors.

1995DR, 4th of Summer Song

We have gone on for so long. We only had a few days rest from taking down the halfling raids to the north along the steppes. Those plains scare me. We passed by a few ghost towns. Ravaged by the halfling mongrels, taken down by Gnoll war bands. Or worse. Being consumed by the false hydras.

Since we have earned bronze rank over the last several months. We were warned that our jobs are now going to be “real” jobs. True monsters and terrors can now be assigned to us. It can’t be all bad right? I heard in the officer lounge while being debriefed that a blue dragon is potentially going to recruit some of us to acquire a rare gem for a courtship ritual. Apparently we would be guests of honor at the wedding if it goes well. I like weddings. Though I don’t think anyone knows how dwarves wed themselves. Buying themselves from their significant other’s parents, crushing gems under their iron boots. Growing up as a half-orc in the tunnels was interesting. Strangely did get a few interested lookers.

1995 DR, 11th of Summer’s rest

I am fuming now. I had slight hope we would get the deadly mission to help out the blue dragon, I could have worn a pretty formal chain-mail shirt or maybe plate armor. I had even looked into our major library to learn how blue dragons interacted and proper protocol.

All for nothing. Ackerson had come down pale and shaking after the letter flew in and he handed me the pack. I noticed it was much thicker than usual. Usually a manifest was just, “Supplies, guild resources rented, gold reward, gold reward deductions, and a small line for our major injury expenses to be compensated.” All on a single sheet of paper, then the outline written by a desk jockey with no legs. This was a full blown book in size. When I asked what it was about Ackerson just leaned up and whispered into my ear the one thing I didn’t want to hear ever in my existence.

“There is a report of a false hydra by guild watchdogs up in Ohmsford. Your team is the only one capable at the moment to handle it. We have taken measures and given you major bonuses to increase your chances of success. We need you to do this, and…I’m sorry. In case any of you fail, the stone of false hydra adventurers has already been carved upon so we will at least know you all in name and what your designations were in the grand library.”

I’m scared, no I’m terrified. Reading this book made by two wizards accounts is the most terrifying thing ever. These monsters are born from lies in folklore but we have no idea how they spring up? The drawings and the life-cycles of these things are downright horrific.

This is the most I’ve written in this thing in a long while but I can help but think; that I am sending us to the worst kind of death imaginable.

I took precautions just in case. I sent my adoptive father a memory stone explaining everything. Remarking that if he forgets his emerald treasure that its because she died fighting one of the most horrifying monsters of this world for their safety.

I’m going to tell the rest of the party later. Right now they are just going to be aware that its being caused by some cultists at the moment.

1995 DR 12th of Summer’s rest

We are having a last blow out party in the town. Drank myself silly. Kai brought in some amazing cheese. Had a fondue fountain and everything. We were only a little miffed when we found Acanthus floating a maple leaf boat through it. Claimed it would help give it more depth of flavor. I think he’s just being dumb. It does taste mapely though. Lucky bastard that I like maple syrup.

1995 DR, `13th of Summers Rest

Fucking potatoes, cabbage, farm lands and wheat for miles. I don’t want to eat ever again for as long as I live. Well except for pork. Never can give that up. Met some weird farmer named Perry. Claimed he had a scarecrow problem. Exorised it easily enough though Weevil got a small cut. After that a Slaad had erupted from the ground. How the hell this farmer survived with a Slaad on his land I will file into “most definitely an agent of chaos” column. Dispatched it well enough. Had to cast a spell of some power to cure Kai though. She got hit with the chaos disease. Was not interested in having to mercy kill my own party member at the start of the adventure.

We decided to make our way as fast as we could through the evening to the mountains. I knew a place that would give us a good deal on room.

Turns out I was right. The dwarf still remembers me from the good old days down in the caves. Got my friends set up in their own suite while I spent extra for my own private one.

I’ve never enjoyed a bath like this in so long. I’ll have to ask Harriet for a crystal. She finally perfected in making light crystals for the caves and it looks beautiful. I’m sure dad would like one. Who knows, if I managed to send it in time it’ll be a good marker for my memorial on the memory stone.

1995 Dr, 14th Summers rest

Bloody chilly, hellish sky whale. And those two idiots nearly drowned themselves trying to get light crystals when I told them that they were buyable. Claimed it was for the adventure of it and effort. I think they were just being stubborn.

Going into town, everything seemed off. We parked our mule and cart in the stables next to an inn. Ordered drinks as our Tabaxi went upstairs to do his ritual armor cleaning. The rogue managed to convince our druid to steal from an old man who looked like a banker. Greedy morons. Didn’t they see all the guards on high alert everywhere? They were caught by of all things another thief. Chatting with the bartender illuminated a lot. Whatever this is, it started in the northern-western area of town. I asked what the local authority here is. He could only shrug and tell me that it was the Captain of the Guard, Wilma; who runs things as usual. In a weird way it made sense. But it doesn’t make sense. I know there is a big mayoral estate here for a local authority.

1995 DR, 15th of Summers Rest

Dealt with a tailor who had been attacked. The halfling that sits in front of her shop is a creepy old hag of a woman. While here the tabaxi had claw daggers from the slaad start being made. On top of that I managed to convince them to make a nice maul in the old style but big enough for me. The dwarf was amenable when I spoke to him in the tongue of our fathers.

We talked with Leah for a bit. Our rogue tried to do some weird mind trickery that seemed to do something. It appears that not all memories can be completely erased I guess even by magic. The mind is a funny thing. While searching around, I found the picture of her husband and two children. It was hidden in the nightstand drawer. I think she didn’t know what to make of it and it disturbed her.

We met the local cheesemaker by accident. He had been ransacking the town since perfectly fine magic shops and alchemists were just there. Seeing as how the people who run them probably don’t exist anymore to the world. I am letting it slide. Moradin forgive me. Habbakuk and Zeboim as well to appease my sea orc ancestors.

We fought a troll. I burned so many spells and kept a wall between the troll and the everyone else. I got banged up pretty hard. Still that troll got a few lucky swipes on the druid and samurai. They’ve never seen a troll before and I hope they get to remember what happens. Felt prudent to spend most of my spells on healing. There is still a Troll colony here and they are completely feral apparently. I asked about trolls to the Town Captain who apparently has “always ran this town.”

She claims that Trolls are a very rare minor problem that only happened recently. This resort town can kiss my green ass.

Was told to investigate the retirement village for adventurers on the other side of this box canyon. I acquiesced to this request since we being paid. Paid to go and ask questions in that will help our initial investiagion no less. I love when the stars align to throw us a bone.

Met Gloria. She seemed nice. She had a love of ale that rivals some of the heavy drinkers back in the caves.

Acanthes got knocked out something fierce from a quarter shot. He came too and told me he had a weird dream. I suggested he follow his heart which he determined to mean go and meditate to the green father. What he told me afterwards is a puzzle of itself.

A shimmering pillar above the city? The singing I belive is from the false hydra. But this shimmering pillar? What does it mean?

We dealt with an Alemental. Talked to the Destroyers. A nice couple. Maybe I can find a strong man someday. Heh, will it be a man of the earth or a man of the sea like my ancestry wants?

The witch has a crazy love obsession with purple. Quisayle is a strange one to be honest. She seemed more fascinated than concerned about the false hydra.

Mentioned that there is an old tower to the northwest ohmsford that probably held a wizard of some report. She only mentions it because she has no memory of anyone living yet it’s a very nice tower. She is scary good at putting two and two together apparently.

1995 DR.

Had a nightmare. I was back at the inn room with some lady. A giant pale white face came in through the open window and gorged itself on her. As I tried to help another face and long neck came through and tried to eat me. I’m too strong and punched it back.

Woke up in a cold sweat over it. I’m writing this in the morning due to the oddness of this dream.

I clutch my holy symbol of Moradin. The warm glow of his forge comforts me through it. I run my finger over the engraving. If I am going to disappear this will be the one thing I will make sure to survive. It holds the needed identifier for the memory stone and for the guilds false hydra stone. Actually, I should keep this journal out and keep writing in it!

As long as I can see the thing in the moment, I can write about it! By the hammer fall! I can trust myself to keep a good record. I should share this with the group. I also devised that we can use a length of rope to keep us together slightly. This way we know if we have been attacked at least.

Itsafterusanditstryingtoeatmeohmoradinthisis bad. Its tailing us. Dropping its song to attack us!

Oh this is bad. I don’t know what do. If I had a decent mace on me I could beat the hell out of this thing. SHIT TH~

This journal is covered in blood. Inside is a portrait of a Large Half-Orc proudly displaying a Silver rank medal towering over the rest of you looking happy showing off your bronze medals.

A caption below it reads, “ The Squad”

So throughout the campaign they had encountered random weird oddities. Helpful people offering healing, random potions just...inside wolves. All explained away as just some weird quirk of a world they hadn't seen yet. When actually it was their Half-Orc Cleric they never knew they had. I had shamelessly stolen the idea from a D&D community when they were brainstorming about how to bring out a false hydra to be fair. But I think the execution was alright.

#D&D #dnd #dungeons and dragons #false hydra #5e #I should run this again

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

Campaign sketch dump!

It feels like an eternity since I actually finished a drawing of them. But have some Holy Kingdom shenanigans! Absolutely terrifying experience! Loved being a caster in a kingdom that only allows the clergy to do magic. 10/10 would not recommend.

Also PSA if you steal a False Hydra they CANNOT be sustained by Goodberries alone! They need the flesh of mortals to sustain themselves I do not care what your Druid Health Class taught you!

As always, Diana : @wolfy1298

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd art #dnd pcs #dnd characters #dnd ocs #dnd campaign #dnd party #duo rong #sketch dump #campaign art #amore bellridge #diana blackthorn #nothing #false hydra #everything happens so much #can we give the holy kingdom a 1/10 on fantasy yelp?

[redpandalordz122]

a false hydra i did for my campaign

#digital art #original art #dnd art #dnd #false hydra #horror #horror art #creepy art

[dianeramic]

A series of fantasy-themed ink illustrations I did for my TTRPG stock art venture! There's a lot of these coming up, so stay tuned for more!

My DriveThruRPG store, where I upload these for game developers to buy and use, is here!

#fantasy #illustration #elemental #fire #dragon #gryph #gryphon #griffin #gnoll #ferret #fawn #fairy #false hydra #coins #black and white #dnd #ttrpg

[bexyarts]

Thumbnails I've done recently for Chaotic Stupid

I love this silly lil podcast so much and I'm honored that they let me make the thumbnails >:)

#art #small artist #dnd 5e #dnd art #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd character #dnd podcast #thumbnail #false hydra #god #dnd god #the first one is for ep: The Giver #im literally so proud of the false hydra #its so silly #digital artist #digitial art #illustration #second one ep:The False Hydra

[vanta007]

release him

#release him #false hydra

[that-one-tired-tiefling]

[EmpathP] Lullaby of the False Hydra [Original Fan Song]

I gotta share this gem, it’s so beautiful!

#youtube #dnd #false hydra #dungeons and dragon

[spacedoutwitch]

Tribble Month 2023 Day 25: Music or Silence

He saw them every day now.  Well, just about; his vision got spottier with each passing tenday, but in a cloudless sky, there could be no hiding them.  Long, spindly things, like ribbons or worms or pompous snakes, except the shone in the sun, white as bleached bone.  They towered over the town’s meager thatch roofs, too tall for him to make out the ends on even his better days.  No one else seemed concerned with them, though; all the well-to-do folk gave him odd looks, which he’d come to expect, but then all his fellow beggars did, too, and even his wife, and those few others who’d learned his signs.  They kept asking how quickly his eyes were going, and one tried to scrounge up enough coin for a doctor.  He dismissed them; whatever the reason, he’d come to accept it, and it wasn’t like they caused any harm.

And then…

And then.

And then one night, he awoke to nails digging into his leg, found his wife clinging to him with teary eyes and yelling too fast to make out, and then saw the blank white thing snaking down their alleyway, engulfing her up to the chest.

A gaping mouth.

Rows and rows of blunt, bloody teeth.

Pitch black pits in place of eyes.

Her grip drew blood.  He kicked, on instinct.

And when he burst through the town council doors the next morning, and laid it all out with his hands and then in ink on paper, and when he put all his effort into moving his mouth through the right shapes, they just smiled sadly and shook their heads.  First his ears, then his eyes, and his mind now, as well!  Poor old man.  Such is to be expected of living all alone on the streets.

(Word Count: 300.)

#Making Words Do Stuff #D&D #DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #False Hydra #Was watching a video about the monster and my brain presented me with this guy #He's a Tabaxi named Coot on the Marshes #He'd go by either noun in his younger days #And technically still does #But now most people call him Coot #Or 'The Old Coot' #Often because they're mean >:( #And can get away with it because 'Oh that's just his name though!' #Got a whole set-up in my brain #But my players are all level 4..... #Onto the backburner it goes

[dungeonmalcontent]

Hahahahahahahahahah! Finally! Finally my players have noticed the false hydra!

It's not a fully fledged false hydra. I'm not gonna run that memory erasure gaslighting on them. They didn't sign off on that for their waivers. But I have had this monster under this location and the lore around it written for over a year now. And they've finally killed the evil queen that had locked it up and held it at bay, and now it's loose and it's nasty long necked heads are creeping up out of the ground and dragging bodies back down into it's lair to eat.

Hah! And I scared the crap out of them and I'm so happy! I've been wanting them to get here for so long! They killed my mutant umber hulk hive before they could see how cool it was, they killed my kracken before it could drag anyone into the deep, and they managed to kill my giant mutant bug monster before it could explode on them. But this! The hydra monster! Finally I have a horrible scary monster that gets to do its thing!

They've had two sessions where the monster could have gotten them. But I had them roll saving throws to see if they took damage from a bite they couldn't see. And until tonight they had rolled natural 20s every time.

#d&d #dnd #homebrew #dungeons and dragons #5e #ttrpg #fantasy #writing #false hydra #i know i sound like a freak here but im genuinely ao happy i got to start this encouter in earnest #also i realize tonight that i draw a lot on DC characters for how fictional things look amd work #like plastic man and mister myx

[skully-64]

Ok so I just found out about the false hydra, and now I really want a fic about a false hydra popping up in amestris.

no one knows where it came from, so it could be some sort of alchemical experiment gone wrong. A horrible chimera perhaps made from human flesh as an attempt at making a philosophers stone perhaps

but some believe it to be made from lies. You know what lies? The amestrian government.

Just imagine Ed or Mustang seeing the false hydra eating people before falling back under the false Hydra's spell once it continues singing. And they keeping seeing it. They see it eat more and more people, not understanding why they forget after every time it happens. They write notes on their paperwork, reports, loose sheets of paper, anything they can before it continues singing. They have pages and pages of frantic writing, all warnings of the creature they can't seem to remember, and yet they can't read any of it.

Eventually, as smart as Ed and mustang are, they'd come to the conclusion that it's the false hydra's singing that causes them to forget, and if they're unable to hear it, then they can remember what they've seen. Perhaps at that point the false hydra has already grown bold and powerful enough that it no longer hides. It's many heads reach high above the city, towering over it. It's not too late to stop it, but it's still quite difficult

Or, another idea, Al, being a suit of armor, can see it. No one else can, but he does. They want to believe him, Ed especially, but they can't see it. And they do see it one day. Al was right. Perhaps Al is there with them, and they tell him he was right. And then the false hydra starts singing, and they can't remember that they ever saw it. Ed and Mustang would still probably figure out that the false hydra's song is what keeps them from seeing it.

And because I love parental mustang so much there's also some ideas for that too.

Imagine the false hydra trying to eat Ed, and mustang sees it. It's raining, but he and Ed are able to fight it off, not killing it, just making it retreat for now. Ed and Mustang have a few seconds of trying to figure out what that thing was, before it starts singing...and...what were they doing again? All they know is that Eds hurt, and they can't quite figure out why. Mustang takes him to a hospital, and tries to remember how Ed got hurt. But he can't. And the uneasy feeling he's had for the past few weeks grows... There are many things that haven't been adding up... Unfilled positions that have no explanations... perhaps the injuries Ed got are connected....and he's worried that his alchemist may be next...

or, perhaps the false hydra tries to eat Ed, and he manages to get away, but somehow during the fight he was able to figure out that it's song is what makes people unable to see it. He plugs his ears and rushes to Mustang's office, still hurt, and sees all of the warnings scribbled on paperwork, notebooks, research, and anything else Mustang was able to write on before the false hydra began singing again. Mustang's annoyance at Ed once again kicking down the door to his office turns to concern when he sees Ed bleeding, and confusion when Ed makes him cover his ears, showing him all that he had written about the false hydra. And this confusion turns to horror, as Ed writes about what he found out about the false hydra... The little alchemist could have died. And Mustang wouldn't have even remember he existed.

#false hydra #fullmetal alchemist #fma #fanfic ideas #roy mustang #edward elric #alphonse elric #parental roy mustang

[captaincleverusernamehere]

not me being so in-character in my last dnd session that my character was literally the ONLY one to see another party member get killed by a false hydra (<- important), and then as we were wrapping up the session and recounting how half the party lost all their money and the bard lost his instrument and also magic puppet, i piped in with “at least no one died!”.  . ...... ... someone very much did die. all the players knew this. i. gfdhfjksdhs

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd campaign #dennis’ menaces #false hydra

[haveyoutriednotplayingdnd]

On False Hydras

Honestly false hydras are one of the popular homebrew monsters that raises the most red flags for me if someone says they really like them. The main reason for this is that they let a bad DM mess with one thing that is generally relatively safe, your backstory.

"Oh, guess what your character had a wife, she's dead now though."

I truly believe that the people who run this type of thing without thoroughly clearing it with their players ahead of time would have been the same imperious DMs only speaking to the shot callers and TPKing the party because the group didn't turn around at a hill which suddenly became too steep and dropped them into lava.

It's the same need for absolute authority transferred over to the narrative instead of the gameplay.

And if anyone says that they can't clear this with their players because that would ruin the surprise. Trust your players to buy in you should not be trying to pull one over on them you should be collaborating.

#dungeons and dragons #false hydra #treat your players like they want to participate in the story

[cromwell300]

False Hydra Emerges

I just found out about this beastie and I love it.

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[awkwardknight]

*makes a dnd-ish au and makes Joker a false hydra*

#arkhamverse #joker #dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #false hydra