Mama Mardock is the bucolic forest spirit of the deep woods. Her cloak is living turf, her lashed-on horns of gnarled deadwood, and her skin as green and dappled as leaves under sunlight. She makes her way through the woods, bringing peace and comfort to all creatures. Where she goes, a slight breeze stirs the leaves, fruits bloom, and a smell of warm sunlight can be smelled. Her voice sounds familiar and comforting to all who hear it.
Mama Mardock is welcoming and nurturing to all, except those exhibiting cruelty or hatred. She has no quarrel with those who kill for food, or even fell a tree for firewood, but she hates wastefulness or when people take more than they need. Those who are respectful and gentle to animals and plants of her forest earn themselves a kind visit. She treats all as her children, straightening lapels, smudging dirt from cheeks, healing wounds, and passing out sweet Goodberries. Few have ever seen her wrathful, but in such a case, she exhibits terrifying power over the weather, the forest, and the animals nearby. Statistics: Mama Mardock is an ancient spirit many thousands of years old, who has ventured out of her forest only a handful of times. If statistics are needed, treat her as a Neutral Good Green Hag, with the spellcasting powers of an 8th-level Druid. How you can use Mama Mardock in your game: - Mama Mardock might bypass an adventurers’ camp to check on those who inhabit it, during a deep winter. If they’re cold, she might lug a large piece of hollow deadfall with her bare hands to them, and spark a flame to get them started. - If your Player Characters are passing through her woods, they might catch notice of a band of tree-felling Orcs. Without them even noticing her approach, Mama Mardock makes her way out of a nearby tree and conscripts their assistance in vanquishing the Orcs, or at least chasing them away. - Accomplished PCs might receive a message from Mama Mardock, borne on the wings of an animal messenger, if her woods are threatened by a foe that even she cannot defeat. If they are able to help her, she might lead them to an old barrow in the depths of the forest, where laid an ancient King. Surely he doesn’t need all those glitteries any more, my lovelies? Originally posted on Game Masters Stash on 12 May 2019. Comments are closed.
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