Hex Crawl 23 #28: Kallatu

 Two hexes south, one southeast of Alakran.

 

Yes, the statues in hexes #13 and #14 are the work of a creature whom we may treat as a medusa, Kallatu, She wanders the dunes hereabouts, wrapped in a white woolen desert robe with a peaked hood. Under the hood is a red bridal veil. Under the veil are her terrible long-lashed violet eyes.

Kallatu is one of the female monsters who inhabit the southeastern desert of Wahattu, descendants of the legendary Ekidna. These all join in the mission of the enclave of Zigmunus: to guard that haven for women, south of the desert, or to punish men for crimes and injustices against women.

Years ago, the abandoned village to the north whose name is overblown by the desert sands sent forth a man, a hero he thought himself, who had made a drunken oath to gaze upon the face of Kallatu's mother, and then rid the world of her. Mother, like daughter, had a curse and a weapon of unearthly beauty that turned all who desired it to stone. Unseen in voluminous robes, the hair of these creatures is a single braid and that braid is a mortiferous black serpent. 

Through guile and stratagem learned by long voyaging in the wide world, this hero ambushed Kallatu's mother, turned her own gaze against her, and chiseled off the head of the resulting statue as a trophy. He did not know of Kallatu, almost grown, who saw the whole scene from behind a dune.

The scene in the village is Kallatu's revenge on the man who killed her mother, on all the other men of the village who cheered on his murder and ogled her mother's head in lust. One woman, alas! saw Kallatu on her walk of vengeance, and desired her before she realized it. The medusa still brings, to that one statue, desert flowers of regret every winter and spring.

The other statues in the wilderness were "sculpted" by Kallatu and her forebears, draconian judgments passed on curious men trespassing too close to the sanctuary of Zigmunus. If a larger group of men than two or three is sighted, Kallatu goes in search of her desert allies, whom we will meet some time later this year, and alerts the forces of Zigmunus to the threat. Her own possessions, including her mother's head which can still paralyze if not petrify those who behold it with desire, are cached in secret, to the east near the Scarp.

Hex Crawl 23 #27: Tomb of Belu

 Two hexes southeast, one south of Alakran.

 

Another damnation tomb carved in the eastern slope of the Scarp. The name of its inmate has been stricken from history. The door itself is sealed, and two benevolent spirits placed inside statues of bald-headed priests watch over it. Well, watched. One's head is missing, the priest who watched the tomb under the waning and new moon.

This lapse of security gives the tomb's inhabitant, a 3000 year old vampire called Belu, a window of opportunity to ooze through the cracks of the door in gaseous form, then fly to the nearest place where people gather and revel at night. Since the collapse of civilization in Dulsharna this has been more difficult, and Belu is forced to haunt the beer-tents of Gesshed far to the west, having only a few hours around midnight before he must return. His immortality ceases if he fails to spend the night in his tomb, and he has resisted the temptation to feed on human blood for a whole century, but surely all good things must come to an end...

The statue's head can be found elsewhere (for example, in this module, which makes an appearance in the campaign); it floats in the air, seeking sunlight if underground, them rising to 1000 feet when under the sky and making its way to reunite with its body. Once it sits in place, Belu will be trapped inside or outside the tomb depending on the time of month and day.

Frescoes inside the tomb tell of Belu's condemnation for his blood drinking ways, but it is clear the law of that epoch knew nothing of how to dispose of an actual vampire. The statue of the new and waxing moon may allow a band of persuasive vampire hunters to enter the tomb if they explain their mission. Inside, will be found an amazing hoard of purloined trinkets and treasures from the last four epochs, worth over 30,000 gp, but hidden and trapped with all the ingenuity that Belu could muster over those long years.