God, I love it when creatures with seemingly weird ecology and biology have decent chunks of lore behind them. And cloakers definitely do have some in the mix - and it paints them as paranoid, borderline delusional lunatics hiding away and scheming. Keep in mind that despite their monstrous appearance and skewed perceptions of the world, your average cloaker is mentally superior (at +2 int, +3 wis, and +1 cha) to your average humanoid.
An ancient cloaker vizier has become convinced that the strange mutterings of gibbering mouthers are actually key to surviving the impending apocalypse. To that end, he "farms" the insane creatures in his vast subterranean domain. Any unlucky travelers who happen to trespass are given a choice - either help him decipher it, and save the world from impending doom (at least according to him) or fight endless hordes of aberrations in the deep, narrow tunnels of the world below.
Several members of the Inner Circle of Bogsdale underworld have been mysteriously murdered in their own homes. An investigation by a group of unaffiliated thieves, hitmen and enforces reveals that each and every one of them had received a gift wrapped in a weird, dark material. Furthermore, those gifts appear to have been sent by a mysterious figure figure who calls himself "high priest of the Whisperer From Below".
Eons ago, a cloaker named Swirlmaw cast a spell on himself to make him believe to be a mere manta ray. Thus, he reasoned, he would be free of the influence of any dark gods who wished to use his vast intellect and impeccable knowledge of the Underlands. Unfortunately, the spell was set to break if any artifact of said gods came within close distance of him - so that he could react and defend. An unlucky group of scavengers carrying a yet unidentified monstrous claw across a subterranean river full of dark life are those unlucky enough to finally wake him.
An ancient cloaker vizier has become convinced that the strange mutterings of gibbering mouthers are actually key to surviving the impending apocalypse. To that end, he "farms" the insane creatures in his vast subterranean domain. Any unlucky travelers who happen to trespass are given a choice - either help him decipher it, and save the world from impending doom (at least according to him) or fight endless hordes of aberrations in the deep, narrow tunnels of the world below.
Several members of the Inner Circle of Bogsdale underworld have been mysteriously murdered in their own homes. An investigation by a group of unaffiliated thieves, hitmen and enforces reveals that each and every one of them had received a gift wrapped in a weird, dark material. Furthermore, those gifts appear to have been sent by a mysterious figure figure who calls himself "high priest of the Whisperer From Below".
Eons ago, a cloaker named Swirlmaw cast a spell on himself to make him believe to be a mere manta ray. Thus, he reasoned, he would be free of the influence of any dark gods who wished to use his vast intellect and impeccable knowledge of the Underlands. Unfortunately, the spell was set to break if any artifact of said gods came within close distance of him - so that he could react and defend. An unlucky group of scavengers carrying a yet unidentified monstrous claw across a subterranean river full of dark life are those unlucky enough to finally wake him.
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