Fluff
| Statistic | Value |
|---|---|
| Climate/Terrain | Just about anywhere. |
| Frequency | Very Rare, or common if the DM really is a bastard. |
| Organisation | Solitary |
| Activity Cycle | Any, it doesn’t care |
| Diet | Milk and cookies |
| Intelligence | Very (11) |
| Treasure | Nil |
| Alignment | Lawful Evil |
| No. Appearing | 1 |
| Armour Class | 10 |
| Movement | 6 (8) |
| Hit-Dice | 1 |
| THAC0 | 19 |
| No. of Attacks | 0 |
| Special Defences | Cuteness |
| Magic Resistence | 0% |
| Size | S |
| Morale | 20 |
| XP Value | 65 |
Description
The Fluff is the cutest creature that could ever exist. It is small and fluffy with big, dewy, “ Aww, who could hurt it ” puppy-dog eyes. Actually, it IS a fluffy ball with eyes, there’s nothing else to it. No brains, no internal organs, nothing but fluff and eyeballs. Fluffs move through a kind of magical levitation similar to beholders. If you’re having trouble imagining what they look like, think of a floating tribble with the biggest, cutest eyes you’ve ever seen.
Although they look so cute, fluffs are actually quite evil creatures. They attempt to use their unbelievable cuteness to rise in power in a nation. Although their inability to communicate effectively except through moving their eyes does pose obvious difficulties, some fluffs have managed to become the pets of powerful kings (imagine it, “ lets go to war with the neighbouring kingdoms, Fluffy goes all gooey eyed when I talk about it ”). There are rumours of fluffs actually becoming the head of state in democratic nations. Who could vote against such a cute thing?
Combat
In combat, fluffs cannot attack. They have no arms, no legs, no magic, no psionics and no spells. They could conceivable ram attempt to ram someone, but it would inflict the same amount of damage as a teddy bear thrown by a weak kobold. However, Fluffs have a major defence. Their unbelievable cuteness means that no one, no matter what alignment, can bring themselves to harm a fluff under any circumstances. Instead, would-be attackers simply melt into a ball tears and insipid grins.
Habitat/Society
It is rumoured that somewhere in the mass of planes, there is a fluff homeworld ruled by the Great High King Fluff. Nothing is known about the place because the few wizards who have chosen to research this obscure lore have gone insane, sitting around all day going “ awww, how cute ”
Ecology
No one knows. Although if one thinks about how they would breed, they just don’t seem quite so cute any more.