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dailyadventureprompts · 5 months
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Monster Hunt: Nanny Knockthrice
A series of chilling disappearances has brought your party to the edge of the mist-haunted Greyspear Forest, as well as face to face with an enemy as ancient and enduring as the stones beneath your feet
Spoken of only in hushed voices, those who live on the edge of the wood tell of a terrible figure, cruel as the harshest winter, bent with age and the weight of the bulging sack she carries. They know no name for her besides the one handed down from elders, and that she appears at the door to each homestead once a year on the same moonless night to knock three times. Terrible fates are said to befall those who answer, so the locals keep to a tradition known as Opfernoct: laying out gifts for their unwelcome guest, keeping their homes dark and quiet until dawn.
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The party venture into the village only to see one of the nearby houses with its roof partially torn off. Asking questions results in flimsy excuses and reproachful looks from strangers, until the truth comes out: A bookish boy named Verner was apparently snatched out of his home on the recent Opfernoct having snuck a candle to read in bed. His parents, who got the boy the book for his birthday have been shamed for not keeping a better leash on their child and kept from talking to the meddlesome party for fear their actions would bring even further reprocussions.
After impressing the local nobles with their adventurous antics, the party are invited to the marquess’s hunting lodge, an event sure to be filled with revelry and rife with opportunities to court both patronage and attractive strangers. Flouting local customs, the marquis has decided to keep her estate lit through ….  Ensuring the party will go on without interruption.  What a surprise then when a thunderous knock sounds at the door, only for a giant arm to shove through the entryway and snatch up a gaggle of guests (some the party despise, some they were quite getting on with) and drag them off into the night.
Recommended Reading: Check out my write up connecting giants & the feywild, which this draws heavily from.
Background: The legend of Nanny Knockthrice begins when the first woodsman sought to make a home within the boundaries of the primeval forest. The moment his axe had sunk into the trunk of a tree, an old woman stepped from the woods and demanded that a price be paid, for these were her lands and her trees, and the woodsman . The woodsman replied that he had nothing to pay the old woman with save the tools of his trade and the clothes on his back, and he would surely die without either. If she could defer payment for a year, until his labour had built his house and filled his larder, he'd gladly let her take her pick of rewards then. The old woman assented, vanishing into the forest just as soon as she'd appeared. Like any deal with the fey the weight of the bargain could not be understood until the woman returned a year later to take her pick of what the woodsman had filled his home with over the past year... snapping his new wife off the threshhold when she came to answer the door.
Challenges & Complications:
More than just her size, impossible strength, or her ability to fade in and out of the mist, the greatest threat Nanny Knockthrice presents is that she takes hostages and is not above using them as bargaining chips against meddling heroes. She will break the limbs of her victims in full view of the party to warn them against interfering, or lob them into freezing water to slow down her pursuers. When threats fail, it's time to open her bag of tricks, which can contain anything from a raging storm, captured feywild beasts, or even the animated bones of her previous tributes. She's liable to use these surprises in between uprooting entire pine trees to use as clubs, or throwing heroes like walnuts into the next valley over.
Stalking Knockthrice may prove the better option of rescuing her victims, but will require the party to venture into the feywild, passing through a veil of mist to a wilderness even more wild and foreboding than they left behind. Getting back might likewise prove an issue, and may require them to strike their own deal with a powerful fey to get home
Nanny's lair is a tumbledown stone cottage the size of a fortress known as the keening keep. Built into the top and side of a clearcut hillstead, it surveys the surrounding woodland like an owl looking for prey. The keep originally belonged to a tribe of batlike fey known as the gloamwing courterie, who now reluctantly act as the giant's servants after their forebearer swore an inverse deal to the woodsman: letting her store her tribute in their keep for a year save for the one night she must heap it on her back and wander the mortal world. While some gloamwings are loyal to Nanny, others resent being banished to the rafters of their ancesteral home, or having to share the darkened corners with all the morose mortals Knockthrice keeps like maltreated pets. The party may be able to strike a deal, keeping in mind the bats are all as sinister as any unseelie fae and might betray them at any point just to keep things interesting.
If the party pays attention when stories are shared around the fire, they might notice a loophole in the deal struck by the woodsman: namely that Knockthrice was not allowed to take either his tools, or his clothes. In the way of fairytales, tricking the giant into accepting either of these will break the cure, though the party might need to be clever about it. The woodsman's clothes are buried with him out back of the ruins of the cabin the party will keep stumbling across in their feywild wanderings. His axe was handed down to his extended family after he died of heartbreak, and could be anywhere by now... such as hanging over the mantle of a noble's hunting lodge, buried in an innocuous tree, or in the back of a creepy peddler's cart.
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squishysoftmonsters · 5 months
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Triggers : Sexual Content/Mature +18 Minors/Ageless DNI
💚Imagine after a long day,your Dryad hubby finished making you dinner. Of course,he loved taking care of his human. "I'm yours!" you say,taking him in balls deep despite how he towered over you. His shadow blocking out the sun..His body taking nearly the whole bed..💚
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darkmoorwood · 6 months
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I was thinking about giving my monster character a tail! I didn't want a wolf- or cattail or a tail from a hooved animal like a bull or deer, so I chose something otter-like, because Juka already is quite the chimera of several animals and even plants. I'm still not quite sure if I will keep the tail, but I kinda love how it changes his silhouette a bit.
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laurikarauchscat · 6 months
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Zireael
She who flies through time and space
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boyybites · 11 months
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Torn between keeping him and selling him, I don't know what I'd use him for otherwise but so far he's in limbo.
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howaitot · 2 months
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Bring all your things, and we will build a pyre...
Forest god or forest monster, it doesn't matter, it's going to outlive you either way... unless...
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self-written-god · 5 months
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T | 726 | m/? human/woodland monster | dark(?) fantasy | cw: animal death, injuries from hunters | dead critters as gifts my beloved
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It started like every romance, with a glance. They say to never stare right at a wild animal's eyes. That was his first mistake.
The second was accepting a gift. It was a dead rabbit left on his porch, which he brought in because hey, free bone collection addition. He left the meat he cooked off the bones outside, an offering that was his next mistake.
He'd walk the forest path and know he's being followed. He was never alone when visiting the cabin, but he couldn't tell if it was a good or a bad thing. His bones collection was growing, though.
One day, he finds it on his porch, bleeding and whimpering. The hunting season has recently started, and he was lowkey expecting something like that. He opens the door wider and lets it limp inside, a trail of blood left behind. He watches it, for the first time up close, visible more than just the eyes shining in the darkness. 
Despite the injury, it doesn't want to be touched. It hisses when he gets close, palms up and empty.
"You came to me," he reminded, reaching out a hand for sniffing. It eyes his palm, gives it a thorough sniffing, and then a tentative lick. He deems it safe to get closer and reaches out his hand further to pet it.
He knows it's not an animal but the need to scratch its fur is stronger than that.
They settle together on the living room floor, uncaring of the blood stains. It hisses and growls when he reaches for the injured side, but he prevails, trying to assess the damage. 
"I think you're just grazed," he says, hoping the creature understands him enough. "Please don't move, I'll clean it up for you." He stands up, pats it between its antlers and leaves to get the first aid kit. When he gets back, he finds it licking at the wound. 
"Hey!"
The creature startles, eyes flaring red and teeth bared, until they realize it's just him.
"Sorry, that's probably what you're used to, but you can irritate it that way," he says, kneeling with the sizable red bag. "Is it okay if I cut the hair a bit? It gets in the way," he looks up, hoping the creature understands and to his relief, he gets a nod. Without much hesitation, he cuts around the wound, getting rid of the blood-stained fur carefully, so it wouldn't get in. When he cleans it, he can feel sharp nails digging into his shoulder, but he focuses on his work. He's never dressed a wound like that before, never had to use this much gauze, but he thinks he did a good enough job. He pats the creature's side gently.
"All done. You can stay here and rest."
He stands up to put the medical supplies away and isn't sure if he'll find the creature there when he comes back.
But it's still there, looking at the white bandages around its black fur. He comes closer, and it doesn't protest, letting him rub his hand around its antlers.
"You can come with me to the kitchen if you want some food," he says and when he turns he can hear it getting up and following him to the fridge. Once standing, it easily towers over him.
He opens the fridge.
"I don't have much, but you could get a grilled sandwich."
It reaches over him to grab a block of cheese while he grabs the ham and toast bread. For a second he just watches it tear the plastic wrapping and bite into the cheese. He's silently glad it's not another bloody animal.
He fills up a glass of water, and holds it up.
"Drink," he orders.
It takes the glass, sniffs it, then instead of drinking from it like a human would, sticks up its long tongue and laps it up like a cat. He chuckles at the comparison.
The glass gets emptied and given back to him. He puts it away and the creature leans against his back to watch him work, sniffing at the smells of food coming together, the air moving his hair gently.
He wonders if he just made another mistake by letting it in, by taking care of it and cooking for it. Or if it wasn't a mistake at all. 
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briefbestiary · 6 months
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Flesh-eating, blood-draining ghosts. Horrible spirits that are just another reason to avoid being alone in forests at night.
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beasts-flesh · 9 months
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Monster sona sketch
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Class sketches
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tigerbluethunder · 6 months
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An odd looking creature approaches, what will you do?
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macaw-squawks · 3 months
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☆ ~FOREST MONSTER NAMES & PRONOUNS~ ☆
Req ; 🌫🌲
Hello I hope you like it I'm sorry for the late post lmaoo !! I had help from Macaw for the pronouns and kinda with names because it takes me awhile to understand certain stuff since my brain is kinda slow,,, but otherwise I hope you enjoy
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NAMES ;
Antuara
Chapalu
Fenris
Likho
Asiza
Lin
Tallis
Forestra
Ellery
Firth
Van
Bel
Silas
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PRONOUNS ;
Forest/forestself
Tree/treeself
Leaf/leafself
Oak/oakself
Pine/pineself
Fog/fogself
Mystery/mysteryself
Danger/dangerself
Monster/monsterself
Cryptid/cryptidself
Bite/Biteself
Strange/strangeself
Weird/weirdself
Claw/clawself
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stormymoth · 11 months
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So I have a painting I did for practice. My hand hurts I can’t find the original unsketched picture I saw on here but this is what it started out as! 
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darkmoorwood · 8 months
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His name is Juka, and he was once human. Now lives in the woods, alone. He does not like intruders.
Has a sweet spot for toffee, but cannot get it.
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Forest Monster: Herbisob
This skittish creature is almost constantly leaking a fluid from its eyes and the tips of its tendrils. This fluid has use in medicine, as it cauterizes wounds very quickly. If threatened, Herbisob excretes large enough amounts to severely burn attackers, before attempting to flee. Its body appears more plant-like than animal like.
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Tree people by Ajsta ΦjΦ
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junkcubus · 2 years
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ay who put that bear trap there >:( 
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