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Prime Material after 48 hours or suffer 1 hp damage pe r
hour thereafter).
This creature has been in the Baron’s possession fo r
years, but since she can’t do anything that the Baron an( 1
his men can’t handle on their own she spends most of he r
time bottled-up. Lhannahi’s bottle is a tall, decorative de
canter made of opaque lavender crystal. It has a stopper a If
barely gem-quality ruby (value 30 gp). If Huttucilege ha S
sent the PCs to get the bottle, simply describe it as a tal 1
purple bottle with a ruby stopper; successful Appraisin: P
or Gem Cutting skill checks will reveal its actual rathe r
modest value. If the characters retrieve the bottle and ope1 n
it, read them the following:
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issues forth, coalescing slowly into the shape of a
lovely woman in a harem costume. “Oh, it’s another
set.” she says. Producing a list from goodness knows
where, she begins to read from it. ”Okay, Number one:
no calls after midnight. Number two: decent clothes.
Number three: no you-know-what. Number four: ser-
vice contract terminates after the standard 1,001 days.
Number five: overtime for desert holidays. Number
six: a new stopper-diamond if possible. Well, what
are you all staring at? Haven’t you ever seen a genie
before? And I Don’t Do Wishes,” she declares firmly,
tossing her head and glaring defiantly.
Lhannahi is tired of everyone who lets her out of th, e
bottle asking for wishes, major creations, and other power S
possessed only by the more powerful djinn. She’s lookin] 5
for a mortal who will appreciate her for what she is- -
probably an ordinary (zero-level) human would be he r
best bet. She knows little about lycanthropy (the diseas e
does not exist among her people, who are immune to it S
curse), and even less about how or where it can be cured 1.
However, if told about the sphinxes, she will demand ti 0
be taken to them immediately, since they are at leas tt
desert creatures. She’s a competent warrior but loathe S
fighting on behalf of mere humans; if forced into battl e
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she complains bitterly. If damaged heavily she uses ethe
realness to escape and return to her bottle.
fjermits ana Antibermits
Dolmin
A rakshasa named Dolmin has maintained a lair in thes e
hills for many years. He preys on travelers through th e
mountains, posing as a trader, a mountain woman, a
woodsman, or whatever seems appropriate. His favorit e
disguise, however, is that of an old hermit. About no01 n
every day Dolmin turns invisible, activates his fzy spel 1,
and cruises the foothills looking for potential dinner: >.
Today, he spots the PCs toiling up through the hills ani d
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while, he uses his ESP to fin
they’re traveling through these parts. Once he’s satisfied,
oad, you
see a tiny hut surrounded by a vegetable garden. A sign
on the front gate reads: ”PrIvAtE! KeEp OUT!” As you
approach, the door creaks open and an old, weather-
beaten man shuffles out. He pauses in the open door-
way and scans the sky before stepping into the garden.
When he sees the cabbages, a fatherlv smile lights up his
face. ”How are we all tlus afternoon, my lovelies?” he
asks the plants as he picks up a watering can and begins
to sprinkle them. As he reaches the end of a row he
grows stern ‘”Now, Herman, don’t pout! You were first
this morning and now just have to wait your turn. No
more of your sass boy-you know the rules.” Nonethe-
less, you notice that he does give this area of the garden
a little extra water. The old man moves on sprinkling
and talking to the plants, calling each of them by name
and fussing over them like a loving parent. He’s near
the middle of the garden when the next outburst occurs.