Leaf Leshy

Another PF2E bestiary poem chosen at random from creatures in the first bestiary between level -1 and 1. This one is level 0 creature. I love leshys. They are also a player race, so I wouldn’t strictly consider them ‘monsters’, but then I wouldn’t consider angels to be ‘monsters’ either.

Notably, this one took me longer than some to write. It’s a bit strange writing about random stat blocks. I also think if I were a DM I may only give out a stanza or two depending on how much I want my players to know about a monster in advance. Enjoy!


From the Journal of Vyscaria

Well… This is a different day. Remember how I encountered that Sprite? And it said some things about my relationship to the world around me? Yeah… Today I met Eresad, an elven druid. He was quite intriguing to me because of the little creature traveling with him. It was… well, something I’ve never seen or heard of. I followed him for a time, thinking I wasn’t seen, watching this green and leafy pet of his move around in the underbrush and climb into the trees above and retrieve things before gliding back down to his master. Eventually Eresad asked me why I was following him and revealed he’d detected me quite a while earlier. Heh. I admitted to him I was curious about his companion and he explained to me that it was a Leaf Leshy… And that he was a druid. Of course I am writing a song about this leaf leshy of his, but.. He also commented on my connection to the world around me… And offered to teach me a thing or two. Naturally, I’m accepting. We’ll see if there’s anything to this Sprite and druid soon enough.


Leaf Leshy

Among the trees and the forest glades
Nature’s little guardians roam…
Sharpening spears and honing trades
All in service to their home.

When they fight foes who stay afield
They shoot their seedpods fast and proud
Should they strike the pods are peeled
And the sound of that rings sharp and loud!

The leaf leshys are a particular sort;
Delighting in the mock battles they wage.
They’re happy in their homes with their peculiar court,
But careful if a true battle should rage.

Wearing pine cones for armor and clothes of woven leaves
They wander through their sacred grounds…
Leaving nary a trace with their barky greaves
They hear the flora’s whispered sounds.

The leaf leshys remain at ease –
Even in the fading light.
They glide with grace from the highest trees
Never feeling any fright.

When they wish they change their shape,
Becoming but a young sapling.
When they die the near landscape
Is covered with new growth they bring.

Among the trees and the forest glades
Nature’s little guardians roam…
Sharpening spears and honing trades
All in service to their home.

Fire Mephit

Another PF2E bestiary poem chosen at random from creatures in the first bestiary between level -1 and 1. This one is level 1 creature. So the write up for 2e fire mephits basically describes them as fickle sadists…


From the Journal of Vyscaria

Today was an interesting day. I left the cave behind a few days ago with the lovely Fire Beetles. I think my encounter at them had put me more at ease than I should have allowed… I saw the smoke from a fire and drew close. What I found was… well… Beautiful, if intense… See, there was this really intricate looking cage, only … It was on its side, and I’m guessing the thing that had been inside it is what I saw dancing around the burning encampment. I couldn’t stay very long because the damn critter was setting everything on fire. I didn’t find out til later what it’s called, but I worked it into my song after the fact. My first elemental monster


Fire Mephit

Bright orange skin and fire-kissed wings
Foretell the trouble the fire mephit brings.

Entranced by the burning,
Unfazed by the anguish;
The dance of their yearning
Leaves others to languish.

They watch with delight as the fire consumes
Seeing through even the thickest of plumes.

Gladdened by mewling
And spellbound by cinders;
The flames they are fueling
With far more than flinders.

If they should suffer from any malaise
They regain their vigor by touching a blaze.

Uplifted by ashes,
And free of remorse;
The fire’s light flashes
As it runs its course.

They can draw a deep breath and usher forth flame,
Or gnash with their teeth to burn and to maim.

Bewitched by each ember,
Enchanted by pain;
No time to remember
Each creature they’ve slain.

Bright orange skin and fire-kissed wings
The last that you’ll see of these troublesome things.

Flash Beetle

Another PF2E bestiary poem chosen at random from creatures in the first bestiary between level -1 and 2. This one is another -1 creature. I’ve rolled a lot of them lately, which just means there are fewer left in my random table. 🙂


From the Journal of Vyscaria

Well, today I was walking along in the forest when I caught sight of a cave. What drew my eye to it? The glowing little critters inside. It was beautiful to behold. Drawing nearer I saw a beetle the likes of which I hadn’t seen before. The things were the same size as me! That’s pretty big for a bug! It didn’t seem particularly hostile though, and let me watch it up close. I’ve heard of them before, I’m pretty certain. Flash Beetles, they’re called. My friend Sorn Dankil said the dwarves often use them to light their mining tunnels because they’re safer than the open flame of a torch. Considering how much they like deep, dark, caves.. I’m willing to bet the cave I found goes down quite a ways. As for me, not really inclined to explore it just yet. Plenty of things to see on the surface, after all.


Flash Beetle

They lair in the deep dark,
Their backs shedding light like a candle’s glow…
And while the caves are sometimes stark,
This is the only life they’ll ever know…

They mainly bite when they have to,
Most are content to live their lives in peace..
Their light can throw their foes askew,
It brightly flashes and then will cease…

Most Flash Beetles live far below in the ground,
They don’t need much light to see where e’er they go.
They fly around their caves making nary a sound,
And to those who tame them loyalty they show.

They aren’t the smartest of little pets,
But they will be loving if you treat them right.
Their masters know few regrets;
They’re easy to care for and give off safe light.

A tough guard is their shell;
They scurry on their legs faster than they fly.
And in the places that they dwell
Their light will linger on long after they die…

Most Flash Beetles live far below in the ground,
They don’t need much light to see where e’er they go.
They fly around their caves making nary a sound,
And to those who tame them loyalty they show.

Sprite

Another PF2E bestiary poem chosen at random from creatures in the first bestiary between level -1 and 2. This one is another -1 creature. I’m also realizing I said -1 creatures might have short poems, but it’s really more animals than level. A lot of animals have one or two tricks and very short stat blocks.

Also, I’m basing the line about ‘gossamer leaves’ on the art from the monster cards. The sprite pictured there has wings that look like leaves, right down to fine little veins running through them like stems.


From the Journal of Vyscaria

So I left that little village. They were really nice folks, but I have a mission after all, and they were out of monsters. Making my way back through the forest I got a little turned around. I mean, I haven’t spent much time in the wilderness, don’t judge me! Anyway, I happened upon a forest clearing… The sort that seems too picturesque to be real with a little babbling brook and trees that are spread in just the right pattern to bathe the whole area in golden streams of light under the sun… I really felt at peace there. To my surprise, I wasn’t the only one. There was a fey in the treetops, and it had a conversation with me before inviting me to stay a while. Mind you, this was only after it led me on a merry chase that ended by a berry bush. Seemed it hadn’t had anyone to talk to in some time. The little fella said some things that stuck with me about my relationship to the world around me… I might have to do some research on that, though I’m not sure where exactly I’d do it… At any rate, I cobbled together some lines.


Sprite

They’re tiny enough to be caught in the breeze,
But come with no shortage of sass;
On gossamer leaves they flit through the trees,
Casting off light as they pass…

Oh, don’t pick a fight with a sprite,
They can see in the slightest of light,
They’d be happy to give you a fright out of spite,
So don’t pick a fight with a sprite!

From their form fire will spring
Toward foes that do not draw nigh,
And the bite of their weapons will burn and sting
So long as their light doesn’t die.

Oh, don’t pick a fight with a sprite,
They can see in the slightest of light,
They’d be happy to give you a fright out of spite,
So don’t pick a fight with a sprite!

Often enough with the mischief they’ve planned
If they’re in over their head,
They call on the magic they have at hand
And when you recover they’ve fled.

Eagle

Another PF2E bestiary poem chosen at random from creatures in the first bestiary between level -1 and 2. This one is a -1 creature. I’m gonna hazard a guess that many -1 creatures will have rather short poems as a result of not having many super flavorful abilities to describe and sometimes not much in the way of lore. Enjoy!


From the Journal of Vyscaria

I’m still in that same village. Their wererat problem is well in hand now.. They think. I probably I’m still in that same village. Their wererat problem is well in hand now.. They think. I probably won’t stay long enough to find out for certain. I did fine, however, a beautiful sight to behold. Nestled in the branches of the highest tree near the village is a nest… I don’t think anyone would actually call this fella a monster, but I’m gonna scribble some lines about him anyway. Too pretty not too. Besides, I’m finding this song-writing thing fun!


Eagle

As long as any light yet remains
Their vision will stay pure..
Only when the dark truly reins
Does their sight become unsure.

With powerful wings to fly them away
The eagle soars high above us,
Only descending when hunting their prey
Which they capture with nary a fuss…

They gracefully dive and rapidly tear,
With talons sharp and ready.
When they alight back into the air,
Their wings are swift and steady…