Thursday, April 30, 2015

I Want My Players To Die Just So I Can Use Arnold K's One Page Dungeon

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+Arnold K. is obviously a blessing on this community and I meant it the other day when I posted to G+ that reading his holy crap load of material from recent weeks (WEEKS) was one of the only things that kept me in good spirits in the hospital and standing-at-wait. The only reason I never did a "My favorite things Arnold wrote in 2014" post was because there was so fucking much of it that I got distracted reading stuff I missed, then I got tired, then I uh kind of got busy and forgot about it. But I'm going to make up for that right now I hope:

The One Page Dungeon Contest will be over for this year by the time I finish writing this, and out of everything else I could be doing - WANT to be doing - instead of this, this feels the most immediate. The most urgent.

I want to talk about why The Isles of the Dead is better than my OPD entry and lobby for it as winner or finalist. I don't know that we're allowed to DO that but fuck off I'm gonna.

FIRST off let's talk about how the concept sums up what I love about a specific old school D&D mentality. There is a person who insists that older D&D sucks because their characters can die, because they have a narrative in their mind and that doesn't fit it. I don't like this. More importantly, though, is the fact that this perspective misses out on a huge default assumption of old school D&D that Vigo fucking nailed: Death is but a door. Time is but a window. Being digested by dragons in a dungeon is not the denouement!...

You want your kingdom in the hills, the power to grant wishes, a handsome orc bride? Fight the devil. If you won't then you were never going to have that happy ending anyway, and if you can't then guess what: FIGHT THE SUPERDEVIL. This is the use of old style rpg planes for me: death is as much a part of life as life, and like with Dr. Seuss, it's turtles all the way down. You'll keep failing downward until you fail upwards and if you aren't up to the task or choose oblivion instead that is your CHOICE. That is player agency. That is consequence intended and unintended. That's the game.

Grimdark murderhobo uberlethal D&D is a game ultimately of hope in this way.

The Isles of the Dead is this kind of game, which is the SECOND fantastic thing about it: it's a One Page Dungeon to have at the ready for every One Page Dungeon. It isn't just compatible with any of them in this way, but ALL of them, and makes them all bigger, stranger, crueler, and better.

The Map: Works. Great. Gets every point across clearly.

The Rules: No items because you can't take it with you, fucking of course. This is so obvious that I hate it because it makes me feel like an idiot for not just assuming it. Between the lines the biggest bastard in the group is at a disadvantage in Half-Hell because he's buried in disgrace. Fucking fantastic.

The Environment: There is a very new-vogue thing here that is secretly an old-ways thing and it's a method for giving kakked players something to do at the table other than roll up another guy. The skeletons and the claustrophobia of the stretching-on mystery are right up my alley but the crows are a very special thing. This is the kind of thing that I've seen first-hand get people into RPGs, and the exact moment I decided I wanted to run this adventure on Free RPG Day time permitting. Any spectator or late arrival can be a petty bitchy sarcastic envious bawdy dickweed crow. If you kill em just make them come back again! Huge piles of bursted birdflesh. I should hope the crow wriggles free from the mouth of your wounds. They will when I do it.

The Belltower: This is where I closed the dungeon in disgust and went to buy groceries because of every decision I agonized over in Dungeon As Image I never thought to map the dungeon's features not by geography but SENSATION  in real time as the PCs experience it. There isn't a room description and list of contents and tricks here like a TSR module, the experience is the description and vice versa. It's a grounding sense of place and scale and you experience the Belltower before ever going there because you're aware of the chime BEFORE you are aware of your predicament or (fully) your own position in context. You know all of this BEFORE you know you are hanged and dead. You avoid a hundred mystique-pissing questions with this entry before the Gallows. It's super clever. The giants in the distance, moving with the speed and grace of trees, sounds beautiful in an Attenborough-meets-album-cover way.

The Gallows: With the crows overhead you are immediately immersed not only in the implications of where you are but also the consequences both of remaining here and of trying to leave. But getting free from the Gallows and getting out of this archipelago purgatory are the concerns thrust upon your party before they even have a chance to articulate these desires. It sets the stakes and pace and scope of the adventure pretty immediately and can drastically change how the party and each individual PC interacts with the rest of the map. It's not a fight, it's a decision, a fight with yourself and a fight with yourselves, which is what all fights in dungeons have as their bottom brick anyway when you get down to it.

C, E, F, K, J: THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU. THIS IS BIGGER THAN YOU. You are unlucky enough to be a part of this but guess what, things are tough all over. The people here struggling to come to terms with what they're experiencing, being broken by it, their grief taking different forms, not only make the dungeon more than just a Metroid run to the exit but each also offer a choice, and, in so, an OPPORTUNITY to change the game and change the rest of your (potential) life, if the DM wants to drop something in at these opportune moments. Some may be allies. Some may be distractions. Some may help just make your players feel afraid and miserable in a way that saying "There are lots of skeletons" cannot.

B and D both involve conveyance and both involve a price, the same price on the surface, a different price in actuality, but two prices each for sure. D and E offer your party its first opportunities to arm itself as well as the first thing approaching an enemy, unless you're a dick and broke Hans' neck. Arming yourself or considering the beings here your enemy is also a choice, or rather a series of them. It's deciding what kind of game you're playing which grossly affects your chances.

The Hilltop: You know my feelings on angels making you shit yourself and this is a suitably dire scenario. But it also isn't. If you've decided that getting to door A is the point of this adventure then doors B and C represent failure states. However if you've decided that getting OUT is the goal, or that getting somewhere SAFE is the goal, or that just seeing what cool stuff HAPPENS is the goal, then this is the best possible result. Where you end up doesn't matter to me because either potentially mean more content and new opportunities for the stated goal of the party (exit the afterlife) on new and exciting terms. Also, if you're someone who really gets into playing your guy or talking to NPCs holy crap is this encounter a gold mine for you. You get to have a little This Was Your Life episode with the angel. If you still have any spells left, you can perhaps even turn those tables on it? With its nigh immortal existence in judgment? The secrets you could observe, the power gained? Possibilities, man.

The Forest: Crows everywhere, are those black leaves on those trees no they're crows, it's all crows, and one streak of white in it all which should be the scariest thing you've seen so far. How much of an asshole this guy is is up to you, but I like to think that he's in with the Tower and keeping nuisance appointments and those unserious about penance out from mobbing the lobby. IF I have a complaint with this dungeon AT ALL it's that the riddle feels like a softball but that's on MY stupid scale of obtuse bullshit, and any riddle at all in this context allows you the possibility of the crows yelling down wrong answers, GOOD wrong answers even, like the audience on the Price is Right, confusing everyone.

The Tower: I love this kind of thing, "Oh you want a shortcut to enlightenment, ok walk around this whole mountain thirty times." You can't get into Heaven this way. You can get a better SHOT this way. Only. I hate +anything weapons but the other effects on this sword and even the name make me dig it big time and want to see it as a DM and use it as a player. If I was running this (WHEN I am running this) those waking up with this sword will wake up with it hilt-deep in their chest. Pulling it free will heal them of all wounds but leaving a mark on their chest in a nimbus of light, a mark in the pattern of the map at the top of this page.

The Wisp: Everything about this is good. You reap what you sow. Like killing everything and being a douche? Have fun with your bone run to the new island.

The Big Enemies: The demon and the giant are great, especially since you'll have glimpsed or heard of them many times before seeing them, which I like a lot.

The Aftermath: I dig these consequences big time. They aren't exactly game making superpowers but they are a sufficiently awesome merit badge for the ordeal everyone just went through. It also means that if this happens again there are more familiar faces in waiting for them.

I love everything about this dungeon give +Arnold K. Money Five Hundred for it.

The For Artemis

In forest of no footsteps. On trail without track. Beasts which creep, beasts which fly, beasts who swim crawl climb are elsewhere. Asleep forever or not dead only. Not here. Never. The color here dies, green graying beneath white, always, barely ever here. Forever.

I am here, and so I am dead, or else called to an accounting by...

I am utterly alone here. Beyond sunlight though forever at noon. I thread my hand against the sky, shutting out nothing white-bright, catching not even ice. Not here. I am reaching toward home and the mountains are furrows, the colors are gray, the white is also gray. I am in a place of distance. It never stops. It goes on forever. It will never die but even then, when the sun is dark, will only not die yet.

I am not alone here.

He does not walk, but he approaches slowly. Labored. His shape rises, falls, a heaving breathing hillside. His crown is dark and velvet, showing only the sun it scorns. Taking the rest. He stands at me, distant, and my seeing sees only him, closer, realer, larger. He fills my eyes. He fills my nose. Grunt and gasp, paw and scratch, and there are no tracks, and he watches me, and he does not look at me.

Waiting toward me forcefully. His shape is power and width and pain. His skin is other skin. His bones are for another shape. Legs trembling that could kick open thunder. Head lolling which has seen Before. Blood shed and being shed, and the whisper silk of web and moss dropped across the back of ten men. Men: I see him. How long has he been He. Who was he? What does He want with him? What does he want with me?

Have you seen the shape of a thing with a man inside it, which is a thing, which is a man, both together, each apart? Only in a dream, and perhaps that be this accounting, for now

His eyes strangle mine and the white is there. It's the forever white, the white I thought I knew and beyond counting. It didn't come from him, nor he from it. They are part of each other. The man and the thing. The thing and the white. The white and me. Grunt and snort, shudder, wheeze....

A breeze of pine is gone before I scent it. There is something I was doing. There is something I must do. A memory stirs: I am here to hunt. That I am. I turn from death, from Only death, and slouch out to white. I leave no footfall. I leave no trace save him. Neither of us belonged here.

I belong here now.

I belong everywhere now.

He wants me here with Him.

I stay, and go, and hunt alone.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

The Buffoon- A Feng Shui 2 Archetype of Slapstick Action

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"Ow! No fair! I wasn't paying attention!"
 ALL JUNCTURES
POOR

Martial Arts
11
Defense
12
Toughness
8
Chi
6
Speed
6


NO! NOT CHRIS!

All allies in a scene gain +2 to their Attack AV when the Buffoon takes a Mark of Death. On their action, they may spend a Fortune point to confer one to the Buffoon.

THE ART OF TAKING IT

Damage from the attacks of allies, both direct and indirect, may be reduced to 1 Wound Point (not further reduced by Toughness) at the discretion of the player responsible for conferring damage.

NEVER AROUND WHEN YOU NEED HIM

Take a 1 Shot Action to Cheese It and can almost always drop out of a scene. You can be intercepted and prevented from this egress. Otherwise you're gone, and you may not rejoin the action until the scene is over or the fight is concluded.

BRAGGART

You are considered to have Intimidation 10 among a group of complete strangers, until your first failure, after which you lose this ability with any of those characters forever.

PRODIGIOUS LEAP

FOX'S RETREAT

SLOW LEARNER

The Buffoon does not work hard. Aside from their first Advancement, The Buffoon always advances slower than other Archetypes. The Buffoon may advance at the end of the following session, provided one of his allies helps him with a training montage. If circumstances forbid this or his friends are mad at him right now, and there is no training montage, he Advances two sessions late. However, if his allies have already Advanced again by this point, he catches up to their current level of Advancement.
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Skills:
DECEIT 11
SEDUCTION 10

Make Untrained Skill Checks At 8 if it's funnier that way (another way to phrase this is a +1 to untrained checks if your action makes the gm laugh).
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ADVANCEMENT:

Add one schtick from one of these Fu Paths, provided you meet prereqs:
  • Drunken Master
  • Fox
  • Hundred Names
  • Montage
  • Ninja
  • Willow
  • Wushu

Add a Skill from this list at 10: Gambling, Intrusion, Info (any), Sabotage.

Increase a Skill Value of less than 12 to 12.

Increase a Skill of 12+ by 1.
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There is a proud tradition in action movies but kung fu movies in particular of the chucklefuck whose main job is to doubt the hero, to overhear things, to engage in hijinks, and to be the subject of wacky martial arts stylings...and to occasionally be sacrificed for dramatic effect. This isn't the Everyday Hero Jackie-Chan-ing or Jack-Burton-ing their way through life because much is thrust upon them. This is Chris-Tucker-ing through the movie. They arrived and presented themselves as ready for the task at hand but they are the opposite of equipped to deal with it. Ron Weasley. C3PO. They contribute, sure, the story couldn't be told without them, yes, they're a key component of the action scenes, sure, they are bad ass....well NO, I mean they CAN be but they are sidekicks at best...

They are Sidekicks at Best.

That's not nothing.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

One Page Dungeon 2015 - WARSTONE GORGOTHRA

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So one of the disadvantages I handicap myself with first thing in the One Page Dungeon contests is my interest in the dungeon as Thing-First. The 8.5x11" print as something to look at and assaulted by. This would be one thing if I had the art chops of some of the winners and finalists but I don't. This means I end up working in a travel brochure/band sticker aesthetic, and weirdly marries me to decisions like sticking with Chiller instead of either spending time tracking down a free font I want to use or switching to a more standard font out of a mix of over-reliance on theme and avoidance of too-many-fonts disease. All that means is that it's not the easiest to read or use at the table. Which is the point of these things. Still, I hope someone likes it, and my entry from last year (which you can find on the right side of these words).

Let's walk through it.

If you have gods AND you have men, then your mythology usually takes one of two big shapes. One is where the gods fall and become men, or their mighty works trickle down and we've got men at the bottom after a lot of other middle steps. Gods up, men down. Another is where there is a mundane world of man and beast and mysterious things and the gods rise or are raised. I like that one. It makes heaven and the great powers of the world not a constant but tidal. There's a give and take between worshiper and worshiped.

Gorgothra rose and fell, several times really.

If you're going to WARSTONE GORGOTHRA then you're likely there because...
  • You're lured by the promise of power.
  • You're fucking hardcore and this hammer can't scare you.
  • You know the secret of the ring and want to rise as a god.
  • You've heard there's something super valuable here.
  • You're looking for a guy who lives in the towers that are shoddily built on the been of the greathammer.
  • Someone you seek has been taken there, or was last seen there.
  • Some asshole you're trying to kill is trying to get the hammer's power for themselves and you can't have that shit.
  • You want the wisdom of the Flesh Library or Canticle Gorgothra.
  • It's something to do.
Now a brief aside for RPG philosophy. I believe the game is about what happens at the table. Sure you can survive a dungeon and level up. That's one possibility. But if that doesn't happen then that's the game. The game isn't a specific thing or set of things-which-are-going-to-happen: it's What Happened.

You can't walk up and scale WARSTONE GORGOTHRA and even if you try to sail on the sea of bone and dust you're so fucked if your boat has problems then the safest and surest way, and the only metalest way, is to get in by strapping yourself to a tanned and fragile war-kite and jumping off a cliff.

WARSTONE GORGOTHRA should be metal to the point of self parody like Sin City does noir. There should always be a raging lightning storm around and giant pteronadons with paleodontologically inaccurate teeth in rows, screeching like the one from the opening to Johnny Quest. On distant mountains observers, wizards who covet the power of WARSTONE GORGOTHRA but would rather take that power from bolder men, too chickenshit to go themselves, will lob fireballs and swarms of bats at you. Dex checks, acrobatics checks, nature for updrafts, vehicle proficiency, however you see fit to handle the piloting of the glider craft, the point should be that not all of you make it and even if you die before getting into the mouth of the dungeon you should still have a better story to tell than SURVIVING the Caves of Chaos.

With the Library, the Labyrinth, and the Squatter City, I wanted opportunities to plug in additional One Page Dungeons or smallish dungeons. I mean you can get through these all pretty easily without busting out another map or anything, but should you so desire some finer granularity these are excellent places to do so. For that matter look around for a favorite mountain encounter or abandoned keep and put it on the peaks and cliffs overlooking Valley Gorgothra. For the city, I figure the more powerful of the sorcerers there are using the godblood siphoned from the souls trapped within to extend their power and lives, and have abandoned any other aspirations concerning WARSTONE GORGOTHRA. They are all of them ignorant of the secret of the ring.

They who remain within WARSTONE GORGOTHRA are those who became a god and then fell. When one becomes Gorgothra, to my mind, you are omnipotent in a powerless way: you do what Gorgothra does. Gorgothra destroys kingdoms using a hammer which not only scours castle and city from the earth but spawns legions of skeleton soldiers in the process. If I were running this, becoming Gorgothra means you smite three kingdoms. You smite the kingdom home to your party's primary antagonist. You smite the kingdom you are based in, allied to, or the kingdom whence you came, paying a personal cost for your hubris. And you smite some other random kingdom, and then you die, and for your sins an echo of yourself, whatever personal failing led you to believe doing this was anything like a good idea, remains forever within WARSTONE GORGOTHRA, perpetuating Gorgothra while punishing you eternally for perpetuating Gorgothra.

Of course you have to even get into that section, which involves the Murderslide, because dungeons should have a little bit of theme park in them. It's a water slide but with blood from the blood fountain above, consumed by the hungry doors below. After you open the doors the whole structure will slowly begin filling with blood if you forget to close them, you'll find evidence for this throughout.

The Molten Minotaur is the still burning core whence from the hammer's forging taking on a form and killing you, and is also one of my favorite things: when the monster corporeally is the treasure too.

I have no idea what Operius Imprex wants but, entrusted to contain the god-damned and keep safe holy treasures, I'm guessing he's a master of lock, secret, box, and safe. Which makes him a god of dungeons.

Ithon (I) should look like just....the worst thing, spikes everywhere with a pulsing living web of flesh strewn far finer than any man could do.

The angels should always be singing, which reminds me, I hope mine is the only dungeon providing soundtrack advice.

This is one of those "One survives if any" kind of affairs but you can soften it for your group. Rope ladder leading to the entrance. Hand rails and an escalator down. Baby ferrets.

If anyone has any questions let me know but honestly you've got this. What do you think the answer is? Then it's that. Is that lame? Then it's the opposite of that. You've got this.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Buckbeak More Like Suckbeak- Four Hippogriffs

Hippogriffs are a combination of a graceful, powerful, elegant creature with a graceful, powerful, elegant creature, and so is the kind of gryphon you can take home to mother, or the Ferrari of pegasuses. Really once you put hippogriff into a book you don't have to include pegasus, ONE specific flying horse, as a whole race of flying horses. You've got the job done. But they did it anyway because why have 1 monster that does one thing when you can have 47 monsters who do one thing. Pegasus gets a pass because it is associated by name with some cool stories at least. Ones with murder and monsters in them. The hippogriff apparently mostly comes from a poem where a wizard tames one and goes "Wow that's fast!" Boo. The only reason most people who don't own funny dice know the creature is Harry Potter, where Buckbeak manages to be (and this is saying something) the least interesting monster on Harry Potter. Fun fact I just learned: this means the Wikipedia page for hippogriffs cites noted film scholar and cultural tastemaker Al Roker. That's apparently the hippogriff's biggest fan in the world.

No. No to this hippogriff.

1. An Eaqus resembles a mighty mustang but with the eyes, legs, tail, and appetites of a mighty eagle. It climbs and nests in trees, its bird eyes looking much more human, out from a slender horsey face. Its teeth are ill suited for its diet of meat and marrow, adept at breaking and mashing into paste but not tearing or rending. The talons help, but it still means the Eaqus must use its long, spiked tongue to loll and lick at the mash it makes of men. They are hurt particularly by blunt force damage, for their bones are hollow. They are fearsome in flight, using their powerful legs and light frame to leap tremendous distances (up to 240' wide and 120' high at a go each round) and their step and weight are preternaturally light. In this way they can run across the treetops, soaring over a forest pausing just long enough to snatch up a napping jaguar and ride it into the ground for lunch. They hunt and fly in herds, and their chicks hang onto their manes and tail, trailing behind in the wind.

2. Hyppoleon are...did you see Human Centipede? Or have it described to you and never actually watch it? Yeah I thought the second one. Well it's like that. It's like a big six-legged creature with a horse's ass, lion face, eagle middle, legs matched to the different segments, and six wings. It is all fucked up and flies like Chinese dragons. When it cries it does so with the voices of all three creatures. It spends a lot of time on the ground, running not-quite-in-sync with itself, effectively half-slithering half-running through the tall grasses and deserts. It has a love of fish, so it can also swim. This is how most people know them: with their legs hidden by the waves, they are often taken as sea serpents.

3. Half-Gryphons are winged lions the size of a large Clydesdale, with furry little tootsies which match his mane. Their wings are largely vestigial, as powerful as a gryphon's but nowhere near capable of lifting this massive frame. Many have their wings clipped and shaped for showing for this reason. A popular heraldry animal and common to royal zoos and arenas, they are the object of a long struggle to bring the creature to heel for riding purposes. After all, an unclipped Half-Gryphon's wings smash like war mallets, and they tower above even most warhorses. They are, however, impossible mounts without magic, and present the problem of sex vs. image: the more majestic figures are cut by the male, but the male is too lazy and of scavenger mentality for fierceness in battle. Whereas the females are truly terrifying in battle but are smaller and lack the luxuriously long, brushable mane. They are also hopelessly inbred and accustomed to life as a possession, so that they will not survive the age of man.

4. A normal sized eagle with a lion's tail and a horse's legs. Not proportionate to its body but like bad taxidermy. Wingless. Nature will not allow this creature to be. It lays one egg and then dies. The egg contains a proper gryphon. Until then, the hippogriff scavenges like a mongrel and eats the leaves from trees to quiet its angry belly. It lays its egg on the first black moon after it itself hatches. If this moon comes too soon, say before it has grown two weeks, it dies in the laying and the baby gryphon must scratch its way through not only shell but flesh to be born.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Four Thorks Because I'm Drinking

1. First off these things are clearly made. In Yoon-Suin Rhokugan or similar locales they adorn the gardens and ponds, squawking tin-box tick-tock music (and on request bad poetry), and are also living tea kettles. They are named after the variety which they brew, such as Jasmine or Lilac, and they drink in areas according to specific ritual requirement algorithm. You begin by making a crane into a clockwork thing, piece by piece, and replace more and more of the crane, keeping it alive, over the course of a year, until you've disposed of all of the original crane. You cannot just construct a Thork, or a Steep, according to a blueprint and without the crane: you MUST go through the whole process, or the creature will sit inert and will only expel human blood, which from a Steep becomes a powerful sleeping poison. It is considered polite to reassemble the original crane as you go, to create the Twinsteep, creating two living creatures from one. This is considered blasphemy by some, and frowned upon, and feminine by others, and super frowned upon.

2. The thork doesn't bring babies, it barters babies. They are drawn across all reasonable distance to infant cries, where the people who know it place coins on the eyes of their children, as they would for the dead. The Tallycraw is the Usherbird in these lands. Fail to pay proper tribute for your newborn and the bird will take their eyes and drink their spirit. Fail to pay for your dead and the bird will, again, take their eyes instead, and pour into the corpse like a mother the spirit of one of these infant dead, the blind and desecrated rage of unlived years in a mind that never knew restraint or reason. The bird seems to eat these coins but merely contains them, later puking them up and adding them to its magnificent wings or long, kite-like tail, streaming sometimes for a mile behind it. It has a breath attack which animates the dead and causes everyone else to flee or retch for three rounds. It does this because it seeks a mate, but all Tallycraw are male, and so they just do this forever. This was someone's idea of a joke once.

3. Copper thorks spew, instead of boiling water, molten iron. There are other denominations of thork, whose breath attack is composed of one metal worse, in dnd terms (silver thorks spew copper, electrum thorks spew silver, etc) all the way up to the diamond thork, who spews platinum and can only be harmed by magic weapons. It is an instance of a monster both BEING treasure and MAKING treasure. These creatures are living rewards, bestowed upon the armies of sorcerers, elf kings, and otherworldly agents. You want your payment, go catch it. It represents a real danger because the longer it takes the 'contractor' to 'cash in' on their reward, the greater the potential yield in lesser precious metals. However this is also more dangerous for three reasons: the obvious fact that these breath attacks can be lethal; the fact that the creature can itself be dangerous and hard to kill should it get loose; and, less obviously, for every day the creature lives it gains more health and better AC, growing stronger in its existence, until the full moon when it becomes a fully vested money elemental of tremendous spellpower and diamond breath, who speaks in all the civilized tongues and is immortal until moonfall. At dawn, should this trapsnire, it and everything it created becomes mud.

4. They are powerful living bio-zords summoned by devoted sentai jellyfish with unsurpassed underzanshin, powered by the souls of the drowned and overheating more and more the longer they are out of the water, their cooling system. After ten minutes they will explode. They are filled with a powerful neurotoxin and their breath paralyzes indefinitely on hit, killing within an hour unless Healed or Cured.