“For the final time, come down off your perch and sit.” “But, master, the cat’s boils . . .” “. . . Can wait. I want to tell you a story.”
This entry and the next entries for Your Whispering Homunculus are unusual, for this time you’ll see no quirky lists, no strange nonplayer characters, no gazetteer of unusual hats, and no small talk. The next entries contain an adventure called Nevermore.
Nevermore is an unusual, short, 2nd-level Pathfinder adventure in which the players take on the roles of an awakened ravens who nest in a single great tree and who call themselves the Great Unkindness. It can be modified easily for 1st-5th level as required. The eldest raven is beginning to sense that something is going wrong with the world, and the very future of the Great Unkindness is threatened.
“Ah, my old adventurer’s tent. How much I miss the days of my youth when I’d gad about the countryside, chasing this purple temple or that magenta stronghold. How my young limbs used to love a stop in the dangerous wilderness and break my fast with spring water and berries.”
“Whereas now your regal buttocks become inflamed unless they are warm and cozy on your mighty mattress.”
“True, slug-mother, true. Now get my warming pan ready and boil me some frothy milk for my supper or I’ll have you lashed.”
“No, no, master, another woman. This one is selling something.”
“Tell her to go away. I tire of interruptions.”
“But master, she claims to be the only black pudding-rearer this side of Glacierland!”
Let’s face it, some people have some pretty unusual jobs, and sometimes it’s hard not to be jealous of someone who seems to have an easy life or who is good at something no one else is. Conversely, it’s hard not to feel sorry that some have achieved their somewhat strange station in life in a job perhaps few would wish for.