The Frooks are
reddish skinned humanoids with flat noses and widely spaced eyes.
They are taller then a man, and much stockier too. Their hair is
black, gray, or white- the colors of ash. They have thick, four
fingered hands and three toed feet. All Frooks are all pyrophiles;
all of them have at least some love and fascination with fire. If you
cast a fire spell or brandish a weapon enchanted with fire at them,
they will be stunned for one round to gawk in amazement, but this
only works once per combat encounter against the same Frooks.
Frooks have a
relatively simple tribal society, and are also the most well
developed and neutral of all the races of the Chaos Wastes. They're
also the only one that cooks their food. To be a race that loves and
needs fire and live in a place with almost no vegetation means you
need to have some kind of organization, or else you'll burn those
little resources. They cultivate some small farms for briers and
weeds used exclusively for fires, along with tiny stunted squash
plants and flytraps for food- the flytraps are farmed for their
fleshy pads; waste is piled around these plants to attract flies.
They wear loincloths in their villages, but give tunics to their
live in small semi-permanent dwellings, which are called Odos.
These are half buried houses made of adobe. Frooks live the majority
of their lives outside, in tents or under the stars, but nursing
mothers, old village elders, weapon-makers, wandering samurai, and
young men on their birthdays get to live in the Odo.
This is also where they keep the simple clay tablets that contain
their primitive writing system; each house has a library of 2d6
tablets detailed debts or heroic individuals who have lived there. 1
in 8 chance for a tablet to contain a protospell.
Like many of the primitive and chaotic races, they learned how to
work metal before they learned the arts of farming or
animal-husbandry, and even with their low weak fires they can sculpt
iron into rough shapes and simple weapons; these are excursively for
the samurai, as it takes quite a lot of firewood and reeds burnt to
create a basic iron weapon. Samurai are usually armed with a square,
pointless hatchet or a short iron poker spear. Villagers carry stone
and bone tools and weapons instead, the most popular being a stone
adze for digging in the harsh rocky soil and cutting tough roots.
Frooks are not ruled by entrenched lords but instead by their
samurai. These are wandering men are granted a weapon, flint and
tinder, and some cloth as badges of office. They are trained in
ancestral law and common sense, and travel around the Frook-owned
lands. They collect taxes by just demanding things of the locals, and
settle any disputes or slay nearby monsters that people are suffering
from whenever they pass by as duties of office. Samurai can become
quite burdensome and abusive if allowed to stay and leech off a
community for too long, which is when the Frooks gang up on them to
beat them out of town. For a tough, violent race like them, this is a
pretty efficient method of governing. Becoming a samurai is
considered an honor, but samurai often are forced to fight other
creatures of the chaos wastes or fight each other to represent
various factions; it is a dangerous life.
Frooks are among the most neutral of all chaos races, and if you
approach a town with no weapons drawn and in small numbers they will
not be hostile. Frooks do not trust humans, but are willing to trade.
They desire metal tools and armor as well as alcohol, which is
becoming a favorite drug, and will give food and water in exchange.
Due to lacking the “funds” to trade high value items with you,
they will instead craft a samurai tablet, which binds a wandering
Frook samurai to serve and protect you for up to a maximum of three
years. These tablets have records of what village made them- The
samurai are bound by service to honor these tablets, but may betray
the contract since they aren't exactly getting paid for it. The
samurai can just extort the village back what value they lost from
fulfilling the tablet, and keep them as receipt of services rendered.
11 (13 in the Odo)
1d6 on village outskirts, 2d6 in Odo
Meaty Fists at 1d4 or Stone Tools at 1d6
The Frook rabble are just the villagers and capable adult Frooks that
rise to defend their home. They are usually carrying bundles of weedy
sticks for firewood or clay pots that they throw down when a fight
starts, but some carry stone axes that they will bring to bare.
Frooks are a bit dimwhitted and enjoy fighting, so they have higher
morale then most normal people. If they are heavily outnumbered, the
rabble will still yell out for any nearby samurai to help them.
12 (14 if defending Odo)
1d2 in a village, 1d4 in wandering band
(+1 to hit) Crude weapons at 1d6
First Strike, First Aid
Frook Samurai have been trained in the art of war and are well fed,
larger then most adult male Frooks. They wear cloth sashes and
tunics, granting them a little protection, though some very
prosperous villages may have Samurai that wear proper armor, imported
from other races. Frook samurai are taught all the known secrets of
statecraft that the Frook people know, and even know how to bind up
wounds and cure acid burns by applying cool ashes. This takes a turn
of downtime, and heals 1d6+1 hit points to a friendly target, as long
as they have the materials.
On the first round of combat, Frooks gain an extra attack by
performing an advanced drawing technique with their weapon. This
attack deals the same damage on a hit as a normal attack, and must
still roll to hit- this special move can only be performed if the
Frook was not surprised.
The Cro are opposite orcs. It is usually pronounced just as “Crow”,
which is also a nickname given to them from the black cloaks they
wear. Orcs are green, so Cro are reddish-violet. Orcs are strong, so
Cro are weak. Orcs are warriors, Cro are spellcasters. Orcs have
tusks, so Cro have dumb little sabertooth cat fangs. Orcs are
muscular, so Cro are thin with pot bellies. Orcs wear nothing but
loincloths, so Cro wear long robes that cover almost all of their
body. Orcs have honor, so Cro are craven. That's basically what a Cro
is like. Some believe their race was once one; the Orcoc or Coroc,
but nobody is sure. Oh, and all this is assuming you're using Chaos
race Orcs, the green skinned ones who live in generic fantasyland;
orcs that are pig people
who live underground
The Cro rarely make settlements on their own. They don't live in the
badlands as stoic wanderers, as a respectable Orc might. Instead, the
Cro try to nestle themselves into a city or village of a different
race. This allows the Cro to band together and fulfill their need for
backstabbing and cowardly manipulation without turning on each other
as would be in a Cro settlement. The Cro prefer to subsist on the
charity of other races; infesting themselves into social circles and
towns, begging and pleading, and manipulating others both for their
food, wealth, and supplies. In places where they are dominant, or in
places where it is legal, they prefer to take slaves and make them
perform all of the labor for them as they lay back and get fat on the
fruits of their labor.
The Cro are not strong warriors. They do not use weapons and their
spindly arms and legs can barely support their own body weight, much
less the weight of weapons or armor. Instead, they use the bodyguards
made from their slaves or hired servants, and magic. The Cro love
magic and wish to get their hands on it as much as possible. If your
setting includes “psionics”, then the Cro are all naturally
talented in the art. If not, then the Cro just have an innate “mind
blast” power coming from their race's magical aura and bloodline.
This race has little empathy- they care not for their children or
servants. Compounded with their treacherous nature, cooperation
between them is also strained and forced. The only way they get along
with each other are through magical vows, as they lack the honor to
honor agreements. These vows can be done by anyone, including
non-Cro, simply requiring hands to be held and words spoken. These
vows deal 2d6 damage to a person if they break the vow; and the vow
can also be nullified through a remove curse spell. The Cro make
these vows to ensure their survival with each other, but will gladly
and constantly seek to weasel out of them. Powerful beings can simply
live with the consequences of breaking the vow, but most beings must follow the vow or perish.
4 (12 if standing behind guards and laughing evilly)
1d2 counselors, 2d6 coven
(-2 to hit) 1d4 claws
Mind Blast, Spells
Cro never fight alone and are easily overpowered if they do so. They
prefer to hide and use their powers at a distance. Each Cro can use a
Mind Blast only if they have not taken any damage, their pain
resistance is too low otherwise- they scream and cry like babies if
even hurt by 1 hit point. The Mind Blast deals (1d6 minus
the target's Intelligence modifier) more damage to stupid targets.
Many Cro also learn magic spells- 1 in 3 chance the Cro knows a 1st
level magic spell. If they know a level one spell, there is a bonus 1
in 6 chance they know a 2nd
level spell in addition to the first.
18 (cannot break their vow)
(-2 to hit) Spears at 1d6-1
Magic Vow, Unwilling
are slave warriors. Unfortunate runaways, orphans “adopted” by
the Cro in the cities, mercenaries tricked into signing long
contracts, etc. They are all sworn to protect their Cro masters, and
it is very likely they will die if they break it, as such they are
very loyal and will not break rank. However, the slaves despise their
masters and will seek to undermine them at every step they can; they
cannot attack their masters nor allow them to be attacked without
breaking their vows, but especially if fighting against members of a
good race they will attempt to undermine without breaking their
magical contract. Ignoring sounds at the back of camp during the
night watch, throwing down their weapons seconds before a fight
begins so they must pick them up first, keeping their weapons poorly
maintained and so on. The slaves also know that when their Cro who
owns them dies, they will be free, and eagerly await someone who can
kill their master without harming them as well.
Short, thin, and agile. This race has very smooth, dark black skin
that forms into body-hugging plates, similar to an exoskeleton. Along
their limbs and joints are dark black grooves, which are natural weak
points. The bladelings do not need to wear clothing due to their
tough skin, but still do for the sake of modesty and ornamentation.
They have darty red eyes sunk into their eyesockets, which hint at their
violent nature and killer instinct.
The bladelings are a race of beings that live in the Chaos
Wastes; usually crowding around natural caves and rock formations, as
well as stony fields and other places with natural cover, as they do
not build their own homes. They are exclusive carnivores, and subsist
both on the flesh of people who wander into their territory as well
as their limited domestication of the dark brown lizards that sun
themselves on the rocks near their homes. Bladelings like to strip
the flesh from the bones, then leave out the bones for these lizards
to crack and eat.
The Bladelings collect anything sharp, as well as bones, shafts of
wood, and stones for knapping and sharpening into knives. While they
can't forge iron, they recognize the value and strength of metal
tools and gladly steal them from any travelers they manage to capture
and eat. Examination of Bladeling tools shows that they sharpen these
stolen iron weapons even further on stones; sometimes breaking the
blades to make wicked points or sharpening to such a degree the
weapons become brittle and fragile. They break longer swords in half
and make two daggers from the ends. They are obsessed with these
knives and rub them against their lips and their smooth armored skin.
Aside from knives, Bladelines have also been noted to use spiked
clubs, simple axes, spears, bear-trap like weapons that are thrown
from the hand, and razor whips. Older Bladelings who are slowing down
and getting on in years are more prone to learn many knots and tricks
of rope, which the Bladelings strangely also have an innate knack
for, and tie a strip of animal or plant fiber around several metal
splints to create a simple razor-whip weapons. This is about the
limit of sophistication that their weapon reaches, but is also one
way for the weaker members of their society to still remain
competitive in hunting.
They have short, brutal lives, and as such each one is expected to
either kill for or craft their own weapons; they are granted nothing
by their parents. Very limited information is spread between them,
and kindness is almost foreign. Their society is very simplistic in
this way, and only the strong and fast will survive into adulthood.
They are not above cannibalism; Bladelings sometimes carry the teeth
of their fallen fellows and sharpen them into dart-points, but it is
unknown if this is just pragmatism or a type of reverence for the
dead. Bladelings wear clothing made of raw animal and human skin, cut
from the corpses, and tied into simplistic togas. They don't preserve
these and only wear them until they rot. They have no interest in
trading with people and would much rather trap them to eat later.
Bladeling society is very simplistic. They don't seem to have a
hierarchy beyond the best knife fighter and hunter, who gets the
majority of the meat and deals with rival tribes. Despite never being
able to use a large number of their collection of sharp stones and knives; Bladelings
instinctively hoard them as a type of wealth or to attract mates.
They even show some respect for warriors of other races who carry
great longswords or curved weapons on their belts, bowing their heads
before going in to slash at an artery. Rarely a Bladeling will find a
piece of a magical material, or a bone of a dead magical creature
that is made into a very powerful knife. These Bladelings become
tribal chieftains and can expand the territory of the Bladelings by
uniting several families and outcast individuals and making war
against other Chaos races or invading into border-states with the
lawful races. Even though these leaders are usually killed at some
time during the campaign and new leaders are shifted along with the
ownership of the magical knife, the resulting wars leaves stragglers
and outcasts who start families in the new rocky crevices and caves
along the campaign trail; leading to small but steady expansion over
the generations unless steps are taken to cull their numbers.
1d6+1 hunters, 2d6+2 in cave
(+2 to hit) 1d4+1 knife
fight to get food, but aren't very brave and prefer fast ambushes.
Bladelings are not above racing into a camp, slicing off a few
fingers from a sleeping person, and then running back out as a hit
and run just to avoid starving; though more numerous raids will try
to actually kill everyone and feast on their bodies. Bladelings are quick which makes them difficult to escape from; you'll have to
trick them through false tracks or have horses, or else they will
chase you down, especially through rocky difficult terrain that they
make their home.
However, Bladelings do have a weakness. If you use a dagger against
them yourself, or are a Rogue, you will strike into their weak points
on an attack roll of 20. This causes them to yowl in pain, being
stunned for one round, and deals double damage.
1d2 in caves, solitary if outside
(+3 to hit) 1d4+1 razor-whip
Bladeling Elders retain leadership for as long as the young upstart
adults care to listen to them bark. They are known to use razor
whips, which are longer reaching weapons that can wrap around an arm
or leg, dig into flesh, and bind that limb in place. The Elders are
also a bit grayed, losing their natural speed and dexterity, as well
as their armor getting thin and cracked from old age.
These are a tree-dwelling people. They look like sloths, with curly
tan fur that gets whiter with age. Beyond having snippy muzzles
reminiscent of a hunting dog and huge thumb-claws, they don't look
especially strong or aggressive. They spend all their time lazing
around in trees. They don't do much of anything except eat insects,
scrap bark for water, and conserve their energy all day long. The
Commock are however well known in the world because they can talk.
Not just speak, but talk. Sometimes about garbage and babbling
on about nonsense, but sometimes about history, art, philosophy,
magic, and much more. They can hold a conversation for hours, and can
lure you right into their trap. Those who sleep under a Commock's
tree will find themselves torn apart by its roots.
The Commock live in trees, which are a rarity in the chaos wastes. As
a slow, weak race, the Commock would be easy targets for enslavement.
Both of these are the reasons as to why the Commock have developed as
they are. Before even meeting one, you will learn of the Commock. The
rumors around them are so thick as to be nearly impregnable. You will
hear how they can fly at will, or how Gods bow down before them. You
will hear how they hold no treasure and only wish to share knowledge,
and that they only pretend to be naturalists and hoard gold
under their tree roots. The conflicting nature of these lies and
rumors will stun you, and the Commock add to them every day. In
addition, they don't just perform this type of subterfuge with
outsiders, but also amongst themselves. They build empires with
words, and the most powerful Commock are just the ones whose ideas
and names have spread the furthest, and taken the most followers.
The Commock have many fake powers and abilities they say they
possess, but there is one rather useful one that they truly do have.
Their large claws on their thumbs are magical. They can pierce them
into a tree and manipulate its movements- the more who do this the
stronger the effect. One Commock can make a branch bend back and whip
someone as an attack, two or three can command the tree to stretch
upwards to avoid arrow fire, and a whole troop in a tree can make the
tree walk on its roots as a mobile battlestation. This effect mostly
just works on regular plants, but if a Commock stabs a treant or
xyloid with their claw the target must make a save or be affected as
though under a Charm spell for as long as the claw remains
inside of them.
Whilst interaction with other races is common, the Commock very
rarely perform any useful labor or trading. The Commock are very
untrustworthy of other beings; they don't trust other Chaos races for
their aggressive and warlike societies. They don't trust elves
because they think they'll chop off their thumbs to bring back to
their forest houses. They don't trust humans and dwarves because they
cut down trees for fire and shelter. They pretty much don't trust
anyone, though sometimes when migrating between canopies the Commock
may hire guards and mercenaries to defend their shambling, mossy
white forms as they take slow and plodding steps across the hot
1d6 in tree, 1d3+1 migrating
(-2 to hit) Claw at 1d4 OR Atlatl at 1d4+1
Slowness, Plant-Claw, Woodwarping
average Commock is not a powerful fighter and could be defeated one
on one by most warriors with ease. They always go second in combat,
and are slow enough that their attacks are relatively easy to dodge.
Their only special power is their thumb-claw which causes a Charm
effect if it strikes a treant or intelligent plant person.
Very rarely a Commock will use or carry a atlatl, a primitive ranged
weapon that befits their slowness. By hooking their claw into the
stick about to be launched, they can give it commands as it is fired
to make it wrap around a target, spear into their flesh and deal
extra damage, or bend as a boomerang to return to sender. Only a few
Commock will carry these weapons, which is basically just a pair of
One while alone, 2d2 if besieging
(+1 to hit) Two Branch attacks at 1d8
Slowness, Weakness to Fire
This is not a single monster, but instead a collection of Commocks
controlling a huge tree. By hooking their claws into it, it will move
to their commands collectively, acting as a weapon and mount. The
Tree-Titan is quite large and intimidating; it is a tree that swings
its branches as sweeping weapons and is as tough to damage as any
tree; you will require an axe or similarly tough clever to deal
damage to it. You can also kill off the Commocks riding the tree to
weak or stop the tree- each Commock rider (stats as Lounger) cannot
retaliate due to having their claws inside the tree; each one that is
killed or pried off from the tree-titan lowers its HD by two. If the
tree runs out of hit points, it falls over and deanimates.