I'm going to be more-or-less offline for the next month and change, so I'm going to toss out the next few letters now. I'll try to get online when I can to mark off monsters that have been done, but I can't promise anything, so everyone needs to keep an eye out themselves.
That said, here's the letter E:
Done!Earth whisper [Races of Stone]
Effigy [Monster Manual II]
Done!Eladrin, ghaele* [Monster Manual]
Elder brain* [Lords of Madness]
Elemental, air [Monster Manual]
Elemental, earth [Monster Manual]
Elemental, fire [Monster Manual]
Elemental, water [Monster Manual]
Elemental, corrupted* [new]
Elemental, dread, blood [Denizens of Dread]
Elemental, dread, mist [Denizens of Dread]
Elemental grue, air [Complete Arcane]
Elemental grue, earth [Complete Arcane l]
Elemental grue, fire [Complete Arcane]
Elemental grue, water [Complete Arcane]
Done! Elemental, storm [Monster Manual III]
Elemental, undead, cinderspawn [Libris Mortis]
Elemental, undead, desiccator [Libris Mortis]
Done! Elemental, undead, dust wight [Monster Manual III]
Elemental, undead, voidwraith [Libris Mortis]
Elemental monolith, air [Complete Arcane]
Elemental monolith, earth [Complete Arcane l]
Elemental monolith, fire [Complete Arcane]
Elemental monolith, water [Complete Arcane]
Elementite swarm, air [Planar Handbook]
Elementite swarm, earth [Planar Handbook]
Elementite swarm, fire [Planar Handbook]
Elementite swarm, water [Planar Handbook]
Done!Elf, high elf [Monster Manual]
Done! Elf, drow [Monster Manual]
Done! Elven hound (cooshee) [Races of the Wild]
Done! Entombed [Frostburn]
Entomber [Libris Mortis]
Entropic reaper [Libris Mortis]
Ephemera, dusk beast* [Manual of the Planes]
Ephemera, ecalypse* [Manual of the Planes]
Ephemera, umbral banyan* [Manual of the Planes]
Done!Ephemeral swarm [Monster Manual III]
Ermordenung [Denizens of Dread]
Ethereal marauder* [Monster Manual]
Ethereal slayer* [Monster Manual II]
Ettercap [Monster Manual]
Evolved undead [Libris Mortis]
Eye of fear and flame [Book of Vile Darkness]
Ravenloft Context
Eladrin, Ghaele: Feel free to use Isolde as an example. In my version of her, she's pretty much a straight-up ghaele -- rather than being trrapped in human form by the Dark Powers or whatever, she goes by the 2nd ed. Planescape take -- required to conceal her true nature from mortals by the ancient rules of her kind.
Elder Brain: The God-Brain of Bluetspur is a highly advanced elder brain.
Elemental, Corrupted: This was in the file of new monsters I put out a while back.
Ephemera: These creatures lurk in the Umbral Curtain (the Plane of Shadow equivalent to the Near Ethereal) -- a concept I never got to try out in the published books.
Ethereal Marauder & Slayers: These monsters sometimes enter the Demiplane of Dread by accident while traveling in the Deep Ethereal, after which they lurk in the Near Ethereal.
Tiny Tales of Terror: E is for Eerie
Tiny Tales of Terror: E is for Eerie
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Back to this cool boat? 
Joël
We'll give you hand, don't worry, by updating the list with "done!" entries.Mangrum wrote:I'm going to be more-or-less offline for the next month and change, so I'm going to toss out the next few letters now. I'll try to get online when I can to mark of monsters that have been done, but I can't promise anything, so everyone needs to keep an eye out themselves.
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Aw, man, I was hoping "Elemental, Dread, Grave" would be on there, as I was going to post your old two-page pun of Alanik Ray investigating the grave elemental... just because someone had to be the smart aleck.
My name is lost to me
I know not who I am
And I await the crimson fires
That'll wash this world away!
- Wolfbait, "In My Lonely Time Of Dying"
I know not who I am
And I await the crimson fires
That'll wash this world away!
- Wolfbait, "In My Lonely Time Of Dying"
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Elemental, undead, dust wight
The discussion was heated. Albertus was insisting that it was a creature he stubbornly called "elemental" (not knowing that cultured people should refer to them as "primals"). I said more than once that it was just another kind of undead monster. The dust it was loosing around itself was just the dust of the grave.
I ordered three of my disciples to charge the creature along with me. We were successful. The creature was destroyed, though at the cost of the life one of my disciples and of Albertus. As soon as they neared the creature, the dust seemed to move on its own accord and entered their lungs and deposited on their skin. A few seconds later, they were two statues. Only my noteworthy fibre allowed me to resist its effect.
I must say I did not found a skeleton inside the body. In truth, there was was no body, since the monster fell in a pile of dust after a few hits from my fey-forged mace and a few prayers to the goddesses.
I nevertheless stick to my hypotesis.
Anyway, one can witness the tombs of Albertus in Martira Bay. I paid for it with the money I gathered during my time as an adventurer. It is the one with the lifelike monument on the pedestal.
From A recount of my exploit by Toret Warlock Claude Seymar, of Martira Bay.
The discussion was heated. Albertus was insisting that it was a creature he stubbornly called "elemental" (not knowing that cultured people should refer to them as "primals"). I said more than once that it was just another kind of undead monster. The dust it was loosing around itself was just the dust of the grave.
I ordered three of my disciples to charge the creature along with me. We were successful. The creature was destroyed, though at the cost of the life one of my disciples and of Albertus. As soon as they neared the creature, the dust seemed to move on its own accord and entered their lungs and deposited on their skin. A few seconds later, they were two statues. Only my noteworthy fibre allowed me to resist its effect.
I must say I did not found a skeleton inside the body. In truth, there was was no body, since the monster fell in a pile of dust after a few hits from my fey-forged mace and a few prayers to the goddesses.
I nevertheless stick to my hypotesis.
Anyway, one can witness the tombs of Albertus in Martira Bay. I paid for it with the money I gathered during my time as an adventurer. It is the one with the lifelike monument on the pedestal.
From A recount of my exploit by Toret Warlock Claude Seymar, of Martira Bay.
I coloni rovinavano la foresta costruendo il capolavoro dell'uomo civilizzato: il deserto.
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Ephemeral Swarm
[...] You can imagine my surprise, my dear Claire, when I did as you suggested and exited Darkonese borders! I recalled istantly all of my life!
[...]
I resolved to go to Port-au-Lucine as soon as I could, so to see my true country. There, after meeting again my family (who invited me once more to marry, since a girl in its prime should not... You know how it goes, don't you?) and discovering that the pogroms against we "halflings" had intensified, I was summoned by our old friend Germaine, of the gendarmerie. He asked me to descend in the sewers (as I did before meeting you and our other friends): it seemed that a new resurgence of giant centipede was menacing the halfling community.
As fast as I could, I gathered a small crew. We descended in the sewers and found some dead rats. It seemed to me that they died of starvation: they simply were completely paralized!
After a few hours of exploration, we found out the culprit: in a great chamber there was a mass of whriting centipedes... But I noticed something my companion didn't: they were alredy dead, as some were cut in half, others were lacking legs and head! I could even see the floor of the sewers trought them. It was the ghost of the centipedes I killed more than three years ago!
We moved away as soon as we could, since I didn't want to risk the life of my men.
My, dear friend, I'm afraid we will need your help...
Private letter form Constable Lyr Brushgather of Delagia to Witch Claire Silence of Viaki
[...] You can imagine my surprise, my dear Claire, when I did as you suggested and exited Darkonese borders! I recalled istantly all of my life!
[...]
I resolved to go to Port-au-Lucine as soon as I could, so to see my true country. There, after meeting again my family (who invited me once more to marry, since a girl in its prime should not... You know how it goes, don't you?) and discovering that the pogroms against we "halflings" had intensified, I was summoned by our old friend Germaine, of the gendarmerie. He asked me to descend in the sewers (as I did before meeting you and our other friends): it seemed that a new resurgence of giant centipede was menacing the halfling community.
As fast as I could, I gathered a small crew. We descended in the sewers and found some dead rats. It seemed to me that they died of starvation: they simply were completely paralized!
After a few hours of exploration, we found out the culprit: in a great chamber there was a mass of whriting centipedes... But I noticed something my companion didn't: they were alredy dead, as some were cut in half, others were lacking legs and head! I could even see the floor of the sewers trought them. It was the ghost of the centipedes I killed more than three years ago!
We moved away as soon as we could, since I didn't want to risk the life of my men.
My, dear friend, I'm afraid we will need your help...
Private letter form Constable Lyr Brushgather of Delagia to Witch Claire Silence of Viaki
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I coloni rovinavano la foresta costruendo il capolavoro dell'uomo civilizzato: il deserto.
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Elemental, storm
You cannot even imagine the superstition of some of the Darkonese I know.
An elf I met, a young (as young as an elf can be) and lovely lass, told me of a story passed along her family. It is said that, during the powerful storms on the Nocturnal Sea, air and fire merge, and lightning is born. How ignorant.
She even tried to make me beleive that sometimes the lightning comes to life and develop an almost human body.
Being a druid, she even cast a spell to summon one: I saw nothing more than a small-sized and oddly-colored air primal (no educated person would call them "elementals", as I always I say).
I'm sure of what i say and of what I know.
The rumbling I heard coming form it, you can be certain, was just the effect of a ghost sound spell surreptitiously cast by that delicate elven girl.
From All that is true about this world a pamphlet by the Toret Warlock Claude Seymar of Martira Bay.
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Maybe you realized, but this was a carachter played by one of my players.. He was TRULY unbearable.
You cannot even imagine the superstition of some of the Darkonese I know.
An elf I met, a young (as young as an elf can be) and lovely lass, told me of a story passed along her family. It is said that, during the powerful storms on the Nocturnal Sea, air and fire merge, and lightning is born. How ignorant.
She even tried to make me beleive that sometimes the lightning comes to life and develop an almost human body.
Being a druid, she even cast a spell to summon one: I saw nothing more than a small-sized and oddly-colored air primal (no educated person would call them "elementals", as I always I say).
I'm sure of what i say and of what I know.
The rumbling I heard coming form it, you can be certain, was just the effect of a ghost sound spell surreptitiously cast by that delicate elven girl.
From All that is true about this world a pamphlet by the Toret Warlock Claude Seymar of Martira Bay.
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Maybe you realized, but this was a carachter played by one of my players.. He was TRULY unbearable.
I coloni rovinavano la foresta costruendo il capolavoro dell'uomo civilizzato: il deserto.
- Luis Sepúlveda
- Luis Sepúlveda
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Entombed [Frostburn]
Last February, we were again hunting this cursed evil monster constructed by Mordenheim, for what we hoped was the last time, and we were walking the jagged ice canal between Lamordia and the Isle of Agony, this part of the Fingers Islands where the creature makes his lair.
But the creature that attacked us while we were resting was not a creature similar to Adam. Its thick icy limbs attacked us from under the ice itself, and it tried to drag me inside the ice with terrible force. But the most dreadful is that I saw a terrible sorrow in the eyes of the desiccated corpse trapped inside the ice. What was this thing?
Thankfully I was able to break its grasp and we fled the place. But Adam only got a short time before I go back.
- From Ivan Dragonov’s tales
Last February, we were again hunting this cursed evil monster constructed by Mordenheim, for what we hoped was the last time, and we were walking the jagged ice canal between Lamordia and the Isle of Agony, this part of the Fingers Islands where the creature makes his lair.
But the creature that attacked us while we were resting was not a creature similar to Adam. Its thick icy limbs attacked us from under the ice itself, and it tried to drag me inside the ice with terrible force. But the most dreadful is that I saw a terrible sorrow in the eyes of the desiccated corpse trapped inside the ice. What was this thing?
Thankfully I was able to break its grasp and we fled the place. But Adam only got a short time before I go back.
- From Ivan Dragonov’s tales
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Elf, high elf [Monster Manual]
Elven values have always been curious and alien to mortals, the mindset of eternals is a hard one to grasp. Many researchers have simply dismissed the elf as insane, devoid of any and all logic. This is not an entirely invalid opinion, the elf see patterns in the stars and think in terms of magics not earthly and mundane logic. To say nothing of the dream-like nature of fey lands where the simplest of rational thoughts are alien and their mindset begins to make sense. Add to this centuries of association and memories and what may be a simple mental step for an elf seems like a wild and fantastic leap of logic for mere humans. Elven beliefs are the epitome of this, personal and so bizarre that to even try to understand them gives me a headache.
From Jonothan Lochspeare’ “Races of the mists”, part III
(from David's QtR 13 article)
Elf, drow [Monster Manual]
A few of these dark elves are rumoured to inhabit the deepest caves of Darkon. Their wickedness is said to be beyond everything. A dwarf once told me they can impale a human baby (or any other race then their, including other type of elves), just for the fun of watching it die. They kill each other in their endless power games.
Their innate magical power is whispered to be remarkable and very sinister. They can see through darkness and worship a long dead spider idol.
These “dark” elves are so fantastic, they are probably another of the fey tall tales.
From Jonothan Lochspeare’ unpublished notes
Elven values have always been curious and alien to mortals, the mindset of eternals is a hard one to grasp. Many researchers have simply dismissed the elf as insane, devoid of any and all logic. This is not an entirely invalid opinion, the elf see patterns in the stars and think in terms of magics not earthly and mundane logic. To say nothing of the dream-like nature of fey lands where the simplest of rational thoughts are alien and their mindset begins to make sense. Add to this centuries of association and memories and what may be a simple mental step for an elf seems like a wild and fantastic leap of logic for mere humans. Elven beliefs are the epitome of this, personal and so bizarre that to even try to understand them gives me a headache.
From Jonothan Lochspeare’ “Races of the mists”, part III
(from David's QtR 13 article)
Elf, drow [Monster Manual]
A few of these dark elves are rumoured to inhabit the deepest caves of Darkon. Their wickedness is said to be beyond everything. A dwarf once told me they can impale a human baby (or any other race then their, including other type of elves), just for the fun of watching it die. They kill each other in their endless power games.
Their innate magical power is whispered to be remarkable and very sinister. They can see through darkness and worship a long dead spider idol.
These “dark” elves are so fantastic, they are probably another of the fey tall tales.
From Jonothan Lochspeare’ unpublished notes
"A full set of (game) rules is so massively complicated that the only time they were all bound together in a single volume, they underwent gravitational collapse and became a black hole" (Adams)
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Elven hound (cooshee) [Races of the Wild p189]
“I was hunting with friends in the woods of southern Darkon when we found ourselves suddenly circled by a number of extremely large and massive dogs, with greenish pelt. Denis tried to charm them, but the hounds proved themselves extremely resistant against our ranger’s charms.
I then thought these were supernatural hounds, but soon after their master made herself seen. It was an elf. She said that we crossed the limit of elven territory and gave us a warning to withdraw from it. I knew other elves were probably watching, and sharp arrows pointed to our hearts. It was quite clear there was going to be only one warning.
I said that we didn’t know this was an elven territory and we were going to leave now. For an hour, we saw the hounds escorting us until we reached the limits of an old forest.”
A hunter tale.
“I was hunting with friends in the woods of southern Darkon when we found ourselves suddenly circled by a number of extremely large and massive dogs, with greenish pelt. Denis tried to charm them, but the hounds proved themselves extremely resistant against our ranger’s charms.
I then thought these were supernatural hounds, but soon after their master made herself seen. It was an elf. She said that we crossed the limit of elven territory and gave us a warning to withdraw from it. I knew other elves were probably watching, and sharp arrows pointed to our hearts. It was quite clear there was going to be only one warning.
I said that we didn’t know this was an elven territory and we were going to leave now. For an hour, we saw the hounds escorting us until we reached the limits of an old forest.”
A hunter tale.
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Eladrin, ghaele (Isolde) [Monster Manual]
Just before noon, we found a mob of about sixty persons in the market square. The mob looked angry and about to lynch this albino girl, I think her name was Blasse. Well, the last-ride rope was already tied on a tree, and the rope’s end around the albino’s neck.
We stayed near, but we weren’t planning on doing anything to stop this funny show. We were eight so we could have stopped this, but who would care about this freak white girl anyway? We were wagering instead on how much time she will writhe on the rope, ha, ha…
Then someone finally kicked the chair where the girl was standing, and there she was jerking on the rope. While the crowd was cheering, we were laughing at her face and loudly counting the seconds, when a thrown dagger cut the rope. Looking back, we saw the dagger was thrown by one of the Carnival freaks, a men with black and white painted faces.
We were thinking of moving in and seizing their illegal weapon when we saw the girl with them. She suddenly got all our attention. She was a tall noble lady, but all dressed in men’s clothes coloured black. In another occasion, all men would have been struck by her beauty and cascading long black hairs, but now all looked at her with fear: her battle sword was held in front of her and it was obvious she knew how to use it with deadly accuracy.
The freaks chopped the rope and saved the albino girl from the mob, and they left with her in direction of the Carnival. The crowd quickly dispersed.
I don’t know what it was with this noble girl, but she had something. It surely wasn’t one girl on which we wanted to try our swords or test our authority! When she left, we saw her walking to a wall and grabbing a Carnival sign, and angrily tearing it to pieces, before resuming her walk toward the Carnival …
A Barovian militian in Zeidenburg
(inspired from Carnival Blasse’s adventure, of course)
Just before noon, we found a mob of about sixty persons in the market square. The mob looked angry and about to lynch this albino girl, I think her name was Blasse. Well, the last-ride rope was already tied on a tree, and the rope’s end around the albino’s neck.
We stayed near, but we weren’t planning on doing anything to stop this funny show. We were eight so we could have stopped this, but who would care about this freak white girl anyway? We were wagering instead on how much time she will writhe on the rope, ha, ha…
Then someone finally kicked the chair where the girl was standing, and there she was jerking on the rope. While the crowd was cheering, we were laughing at her face and loudly counting the seconds, when a thrown dagger cut the rope. Looking back, we saw the dagger was thrown by one of the Carnival freaks, a men with black and white painted faces.
We were thinking of moving in and seizing their illegal weapon when we saw the girl with them. She suddenly got all our attention. She was a tall noble lady, but all dressed in men’s clothes coloured black. In another occasion, all men would have been struck by her beauty and cascading long black hairs, but now all looked at her with fear: her battle sword was held in front of her and it was obvious she knew how to use it with deadly accuracy.
The freaks chopped the rope and saved the albino girl from the mob, and they left with her in direction of the Carnival. The crowd quickly dispersed.
I don’t know what it was with this noble girl, but she had something. It surely wasn’t one girl on which we wanted to try our swords or test our authority! When she left, we saw her walking to a wall and grabbing a Carnival sign, and angrily tearing it to pieces, before resuming her walk toward the Carnival …
A Barovian militian in Zeidenburg
(inspired from Carnival Blasse’s adventure, of course)
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Earth whisper [Races of Stone p187]
“We decided to give the old darkonese mine a try. We didn’t believe the local tales that it was being haunted. Inside, we found fair streaks of silver, and all prospects were looking good for this expedition.
But suddenly, Hrarl attacked Oodu with his war hammer! We ran toward Hrarl and after a fight, were able to get hold of him. Then good old miner Teyhin suddenly ran away toward the entrance, screaming like a frightened kid!
Me and Ganlir looked at each other. I knew what he was thinking. “Supernatural”, I murmured. We took our gears and left the mine. Looking back, I think I saw a ghost like light in the darkness, but perhaps it was my imagination ”
Tiya’s tale in “Dwarf mining anecdotes and other stories”
“We decided to give the old darkonese mine a try. We didn’t believe the local tales that it was being haunted. Inside, we found fair streaks of silver, and all prospects were looking good for this expedition.
But suddenly, Hrarl attacked Oodu with his war hammer! We ran toward Hrarl and after a fight, were able to get hold of him. Then good old miner Teyhin suddenly ran away toward the entrance, screaming like a frightened kid!
Me and Ganlir looked at each other. I knew what he was thinking. “Supernatural”, I murmured. We took our gears and left the mine. Looking back, I think I saw a ghost like light in the darkness, but perhaps it was my imagination ”
Tiya’s tale in “Dwarf mining anecdotes and other stories”
"A full set of (game) rules is so massively complicated that the only time they were all bound together in a single volume, they underwent gravitational collapse and became a black hole" (Adams)