The Dark Tower Adversaries and Beasts o' the World.pdf

ADVERSARIES

and

Beasts

O’ The

World

I once knew a fella named George Kelso, who worked for the Bangor

Public Works Department. He spent ifteen years ixing water mains

and mending electricity cables and all that, an’ then one day he just

sat up an’ quit, not two years before his retirement. Frankie Haldeman,

who knew him, said George went down into a sewer pipe on Essex

laughing and joking just like always and came up ifteen minutes later

with his hair just as white as snow and his eyes staring like he just

looked through a window into hell. He walked straight down to the

BPW garage and punched his clock and went down to Wally’s Spa and

started drinking. It killed him two years later. Frankie said he tried to

talk to him about it and George said something one time, and that was

when he was pretty well blotto. Turned around on his stool, George

did, an’ asked Frankie Haldeman if he’d ever seen a spider as bit as

a good-sized dog setting in a web full of kitties an’ such all wrapped

up in silk thread. Well, what could he say to that? I’m not saying that

there’s any truth in it, but I am saying that there’s things in the corners

of the world that would drive a man insane to look ‘em right in the

face.

“How big is the desert?”

“Big.” Kennerly endeavored to look serious. “Maybe three hundred

miles. Maybe a thousand. I can’t tell you, mister. There’s nothing out

there but devil-grass and maybe demons. That’s the way the other fella

went. The one who ixed up Norty when he was sick.”

“Sick? I heard he was dead.”

Kennerly kept grinning. “Well, well. Maybe. But we’re growed-up

men, ain’t we?”

“But you believe in demons.”

Kennerly looked affronted. “That’s a lot different.”

C REATURES

OF THE

PRIM

Can Tam (Doctor bugs)

Attributes:

S F D W A Sz Ap E K

1 2 5 3 8 1 1 1 1

Fight Bonus: -1d6

Weapons:

Bite 50%, 1d2

Armor:

1 HP (shell)

Skills:

none

Habitat: Mid-World, any

Move: 5

HP: 1

Sanity Loss: 0 (single bug); 1/1d3

(swarm)

Now clattering bugs came pouring out from under the table.

They were of a sort Roland had seen before, and any doubts he

might have held about what was behind that tapestry departed

at the sight of them. They were parasites, blood-drinkers,

camp-followers: Grandfather-leas. Probably not dangerous

while there was a bumbler present, but of course when you

spied the little doctors in such numbers, the Grandfathers were

never far behind.

Oy took no notice of Jake’s cry. He crunched three of the

bugs in rapid succession, the crackle of their breaking cara-

paces gruesomely clear in the new stillness. He made no at-

tempt to eat them but simply tossed the corpses, each the size

of a mouse, into the air with a snap of the neck and a grinning

release of the jaws.

And the others retreated back under the tables.

He was made for this, Callahan thought. Perhaps once in

the long-ago all bumblers were. Made for it the way some

breeds of terrier are made to—

A hoarse shout from behind the tapestry interrupted these

thoughts: “ Humes! ” one voice cried, and then a second: “ Ka-

humes! ”

Powers of the Red:

Knit

Empathic Vampire

Attributes:

S F D W A Sz Ap E K

16 20 15 15 20+ * 10* 12 3+

It had come here long after the Turtle withdrew into its

shell, here to Earth, and It had discovered a depth of imag-

ination here that was almost new, almost of concern. This

quality of imagination made the food very rich. Its teeth

rent lesh gone stiff with exotic terrors and voluptuous

fears; they dreamed of nightbeasts and moving muds;

against their will they contemplated endless gulphs.

Upon this rich food It existed in a simple cycle of wak-

ing to eat and sleeping to dream.

Fight Bonus: 1d4

Weapons:

varies

Armor:

3 HP (carapace)

Skills:

Persuaude 90%

Psychology 75%

Habitat: End-World, any

Move: 8+

HP: 16

Sanity Loss: 0/1d3+1*

An empathic vampire’s size in the physical world is nor-

mal human range in human or monstrous form (11-14).

In the todash-like dimension of the Deadlights, its Size is

equal to its Anima.

*when seen in monstrous form

An empathic vampire’s human form is generally unat-

tractive, though not repulsive. Unlike the Can-toi, they

can pass unnoticed among humans, even at close range. In

monstrous form, their Appearance drops to 1.

Powers of the Red:

Fascinate

Sup

Glam

Dim

Telepathy

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