The Cephalopisc, or, " 'Ware the flying Fishheads lad!"

The Cephalopisc

Frequency: Very Rare

No. Appearing: 1-4

Armor Class: 4

Move: 1"(10 feet) on land, 6"(60 feet) underwater

Hit Dice: 2+3

% In Lair: 70%

Treasure Type: Nil

No. of Attacks: 1

Damage/Attacks: 1d4 (bite)

Special Attacks: Transformative Saliva

Special Defenses: nil

Magic Resistance: Standard

Intelligence: Low

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Size: S (3 feet long, 30-40 lbs)

Psionic Ability: Nil

Also called a Reedy Devil, or Flying Fish Head, the Cephalopisc is an ambush predator that some believe may have been created or altered for a specific purpose. The creatures lurk along shore lines in salt or brackish swamps or other bodies of water, blending in amongst the rushes and reeds with their spiny rays and fins.

From their camouflaged hiding places, the creatures call out, mimicking sounds that have attracted attention in the past, such as crying puppies, duck calls, or the bubbling laughter of water nymphs.

When a possible victim comes within 10 feet of the cephalopisc's hiding spot, the monster will hurl itself out of the water, directly at its intended target, and attempt to bite a hunk of flesh out of the hapless creature.

If it succeeds in this first attack, the saliva of the fish head will cause the victim to fall into convulsions for 10 rounds if they fail to Save VS Poison. During this time, if otherwise undefended, the victim is helpless against further biting attacks by the cephalopisc.

The monsters saliva has a further effect. Those who fail their save and experience the convulsions will be transformed into Sahuagin within 24 hours unless they receive the benefits of a Remove Curse.

Those transformed will have no memory of their former life, and will seek the sea as soon as possible.

The belly spines of the cephalopisc are stiff and it can employ them as clumsy, stilt like legs to move about slowly on land for a short time.

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The art is by the great Bernie Wrightson. It's clipped from the center of an all access pass to Meat Loaf's 1981 concert tour. Dig it man. Of course, I got the original scan at Golden Age Comic Book Stories. All hail Mr Door Tree!

It's been a few days since my last post, and that one was just a throw away place holder. I've taken a second job to supplement my income because nobody is buying weird one-off handmade furniture in a planetary depression, go figure eh?

Anyway, I'm sure this will cut into my blog time for the foreseeable future. I'm gonna shoot for two entries a week, but If I don't have something of quality or use to put up, I don't like to post just because. I'm all signal, no noise. Most of the time.

Here is a thought, a non-gaming thought that is. I try and keep this blog on point and not stray into other areas of interest to me, but I've been looking at economics as a hobby for the last six years or so, ever since I became suspicious that it was mostly built on bullshit.

Gamers are sharp tools, generally, so whether or not you've been considering this sort of thing, if I started a blog on our current financial/economic/energy/political situation, aimed at stimulating discussion amongst ourselves, would you fine ladies and gentlemen be interested?