Redcaps

Whispers of a new threat slithered through the vibrant chaos of the Faewyld. The Redcaps, once whispered about only in hushed tones, were becoming a bolder presence. These squat, goblin-like creatures hailed from the fringes of the Faewyld, where magic twisted and turned into something darker. Their origins remained shrouded in mystery, some claiming they were a corrupted branch of the Fae themselves, their magic mutated by forgotten pacts made in the heart of twilight. Others whispered they were demons, drawn to the ever-present echoes of violence that simmered beneath the Faewyld's whimsical veneer.
One thing was certain - the Redcaps were driven by a singular, insatiable hunger: blood. Their leathery skin, the color of dried blood itself, glinted under the mischievous moonlight. Their most chilling feature, however, was their namesake - a pointed red cap, always damp and fresh. Legends claimed these caps were crafted from the hide of their victims, holding a dark magic that fueled their bloodlust.
The once vibrant ruins scattered throughout the Faewyld, remnants of forgotten bargains and broken promises, became their favored hunting grounds. Here, hidden amidst crumbling towers and cracked courtyards, they stalked unsuspecting travelers. Their incredible strength and speed, honed by years of hunting in the chaotic wilds, made them terrifying predators.
However, knowledge of their weaknesses offered a glimmer of hope. Iron, a metal anathema to the Fae, was said to be particularly effective against the Redcaps. Leaving cold iron offerings at crossroads or weaving it into protective charms could deter them. Clever Fae creatures might also leave offerings of blood – stolen from a sleeping beast, perhaps – to appease their hunger and avoid a violent encounter.
The arrival of the Redcaps cast a long shadow over the vibrant chaos of the Faewyld. They served as a chilling reminder that even in this realm of whimsy and wonder, darkness could fester. Their presence became a new challenge for your LARP, a test of wit, courage, and the ability to navigate the ever-shifting balance between light and shadow within the Faewyld.

Abilities

Culture: Fae (Winter Court)
Class: Monster
APR: 1 (due to quickness)
Hit Points: 4
Attack: by weapons

Weaknesses

Fae: Cold Iron reduces the Red Caps APR to 0.
Blood Dependency: Their signature red caps, soaked in the blood of their victims, might be more than just a trophy. Some tales suggest the redcap weakens or even dies if the blood dries.

Basic Information

Dietary Needs and Habits

The dietary needs of redcaps are as brutal as the creatures themselves. Unlike most predators who hunt for sustenance, redcaps crave a single, horrifying ingredient: fresh blood. Legends whisper of a symbiotic bond between redcaps and their namesake caps. The constant bath in blood might be more than a gruesome trophy; some tales speak of redcaps weakening or even perishing if the cap dries completely. This dependency fuels their relentless pursuit of victims. Redcaps are not scavengers content with scraps. They are active hunters, their impressive strength and speed perfectly suited to overpower prey. Their solitary nature might stem from this very need – a single territory can only sustain one redcap's bloodlust for so long. While the blood from their victims is their primary target, redcaps aren't above consuming flesh. Hunger can drive them to devour what remains after they claim their bloody prize.
There are even hints of a ritualistic aspect to their feeding. Perhaps the redcaps consume the blood in a specific way, further linking it to their life force or magical potency. The dietary habits of redcaps paint a horrifying picture. They are not simply bloodthirsty – their very existence depends on the constant flow of fresh lifeblood, making them a terrifying predator in the wilds of the Feywild.

Behaviour

Within the capricious realm of the Feywild, the redcaps embody a chilling fusion of brute force and predatory cunning. Driven by an insatiable hunger, they stalk the twisting pathways and hidden glens, their sole purpose to claim fresh victims and replenish the crimson lifeblood soaking their namesake red caps. Whispers flit through the Feywild that these caps are more than gruesome trophies – the very life force of the redcap may depend on keeping them perpetually wet with blood. This insatiable craving fuels a ruthless and predatory nature. Redcaps are not creatures of honor or mercy. They lurk amidst gnarled roots and twisted shadows, using fey trickery to lure unsuspecting travelers closer before launching a savage attack. Tales speak of them mimicking the calls of lost souls or weaving illusions of false havens to draw prey within reach.