The Cursed Jungles of Yatar

Ten adventurers, many of them completely new to the profession, prepared to fly by airship to the lower quarter of the great Aphesus. Six deadly dragonborn serving a dragon of undeath ready to stop them. A new curse of death brought about by rituals written in the ancient Book of Vile Darkness. Airship sabotage, primitive halfling tribes, savage grung — what could go wrong in this Dungeons & Dragons campaign? Almost everything, sadly.

Regardless, as Dungeon Masters, we know everything is a learning experience in D&D. A botched boss encounter, a less-than-exciting skill challenge, a screwy plot point — it matters not; we’re always honing our craft. 

When I started the Cursed Jungles of Yatar campaign, a misadventure I’ve labeled Campaign 2.5 in my archives, I had one and a half real campaigns under my belt. Convoluted, I know. The Savage Front was a failed experiment during which I learned a lot. The Dead of Isles of Altarin was a success with a few major failures near the end. The Frozen Expanses of Iskryn, Campaign 2, was still ongoing (and is ongoing right now), and I was learning session after session. Mid-campaign 2, a group of my friends sincerely wanted to play D&D, so I decided to start a campaign with them. This would become Campaign 2.5.

So, how did the campaign go and what spelled its demise? Let’s delve into the Cursed Jungles of Yatar.

The Pile On

Let’s pay close attention to the following scenario, and try to spot where things start to visit Asmodeus himself:

On the first night of the campaign, session zero, I arrive a few minutes before the start time. I set-up everything, my DM screen, minis, and notes, alongside pencils and character sheets for everyone. Players start arriving, one after the other. Snacks are piled, drinks are poured, and I count the correct number of players at the table — but they don’t go by the names I recognize. More people are set to arrive — and they do. And then some more. Then a few more. Then another. My mind starts to race; I know there are too many potential adventurers here for a good, coherent time, but what can I do? I’m at a friends apartment, I’m not going to throw anyone out or tell anyone they can’t play. I’m beating myself up, “Why didn’t you say there was a limit, RJ?” As I try to answer the question, I snap back to the present. The table is full, and everyone is waiting to begin. I sip my fruity drink, peer across the table, and begin the campaign despite my worries.

Strike one. Many of us have been in this exact situation: we’re expecting a certain amount of people to enter our D&D domain and more pass through its gates. What do we do? Do we toss people out? Do we play it off and go with the flow? Do we make it clear before the campaign begins that it has a limit to the number of people that can play? Well, this depends on how we see ourselves.

If we’re happy to host as many people as possible at the table, don’t set a limit — but prepare for a raucous campaign. If we know we’re not comfortable running a campaign for a large amount of people, it’s important to establish limits. If we’re me in the situation described above, we’re basically screwed. I wasn’t okay with the former and I didn’t do the latter; it’s a mistake I’ll never make again.

Alas, the mistake was made and the campaign began. We were a group of ten players and one Dungeon Master. Disaster struck, and I wasn’t prepared. We aren’t always are. Luckily, we can learn from our fellow DM’s ridiculous mistakes.

Regardless, there we were, prepared to begin this campaign with a hefty load of eleven people. Most of them were new to D&D, too — this was going to be rocky.

Before the campaign truly began, we conducted a session zero. We talked about the setting: the Cursed Jungles of Yatar (also the title of the campaign). Yatar was a tropical hell and paradise, filled with terrifying but beautiful jungles, devil-infested but majestic mountains, and myriad lost ruins and native races. Next, I asked each player general questions about their character. What were their goals? Where did they come from? Afterward, I dove deeper into their respective backgrounds. For example, I asked the tabaxi monk the following: what was your monastery was known for? What was it called? Who ran it? As another example, I questioned the dragonborn barbarian about his tribe. What was your tribe’s name? What does your tribe value most? What is a phrase your tribe often chants before battle?

After speaking to each player about their character individually, which took a while, we all discussed what we’d like to get from the campaign. Did we want it to be weird? Epic? How about rife with political intrigue? Was roleplay going to be a major factor? We decided upon the four pillars: it was going to be character-focused, beyond epic, littered with intrigue, and spiced with fiercely tactical battles. A good mix, truly. Finally, we were prepared to enter the campaign. Session zero had taken a while. There was a cacophony of laughter, screaming, roleplaying, and character development, but it had been done. We were ready.

The campaign began at the airship docks of the great city of Goldengate on the coast of the Enoach Desert. Adventurers from across the land were gathering there on this day to depart on a grand journey from their arid home to a tropical hell: the jungles of Yatar. Deep within the dense tropics of this deadly region, amidst yuan-ti fanatics, demonic beasts, and dragon worshipers crept a curse, rising above the canopy and corrupting the entire continent. The resurrected living were dying, their souls being drawn to some place in the depths of Yatar. The famous adventurer’s guild, the Loreseekers, decided to hire an army of soldiers and sages, thieves and brutes, fanatics and priests, to fly south and discern the death curse’s origins — and it all started here.

The adventurers met each other on the dock housing the Red Phoenix, a respected airship captained by a high elf who was affected by the curse. Despite sour first impressions, trouble with a pipe, and a little bit of gang violence, the party boarded the vessel successfully and departed alongside the rest of the fleet. The individual members interacted with the crew, which included a sun dwarf pyromancer, a chiseled human dock worker, and, of course, the strange ghostly captain. Also on the ship was a hooded black dragonborn who revealed herself to be a traitor as all the airships were caught in a manifest zone to the first layer of the Nine Hells, Avernus! The party desperately fought the dragonborn as their airship’s elemental crystals were destroyed and they began to plummet to the ground below. The world raced past them as they watched every other airship meet the same fate. It was absolute destruction. Praying for their lives, they struggled to hold onto the airship as it crashed. All went dark…

Somehow, we made it through the first session. The entire time, three or four people were always trying to speak to me as side conversations lit up the other end of the table. It was hectic, to say the least. Calming everyone down was a futile strategy, for alcohol, excitement, and nerves fueled every player. It was understandable. Many of them were playing for their first time. They had lots of questions and lots of ideas. Both were good, I welcome questions, ideas, and anything else a new player can offer. However, the sheer amount of shouting, knocked over drinks, and interruptions wore me out. How was I going to do this again? Was I going to do this again? Of course, I thought — they all had an awesome time.

After a few weeks, I scheduled the next session and prepared a small speech. If we were going to play D&D as a group of this size, everyone needed to calm themselves, allow others to speak, and relax. We all sought good fun, and if people were being shouted down, shouted over, or completely left out of the conversation because they didn’t want to throw their voice into the mix, we weren’t finding anything great.

So...the next time.

The Isle of Arguments

One by one, the party members awoke amidst burning wreckage in a wet tropical forest. They weren’t in Avernus, but they weren’t in the Enoach, either. They quickly scoured the surrounding area and discovered that they had to be close to Yatar, perhaps on one of the islands along its coast. Their airship had left the manifest zone and landed here...but what about the rest of their crew...and the rest of the Loreseeker airships heading toward Yatar? Well, a lot of this intrigue was forgotten when the group encountered a hostile tribe of grung and spawned an allied red slaad. The airship was thrown to the wind, the plot with the death curse was on the back burner, and the grung were front and center...until the large group’s dissolution.
The party rushed across the island and quickly began to bicker over where to go next. Some wanted to fight the grung, others wished to explore the ruined druid home on the other side of the island, and still others thought the red slaad needed to die. The ten party members couldn’t decide which way to go, even when outside forces like the grung themselves or the friendly first mate tried to push them in a certain direction after hours of arguing. Unfortunately, this infighting sparked the destruction of the group, as over half of them were assassinated by grung as the others escaped the island.

As could be guessed, my little speech bore no fruit. Despite firmly telling everyone that they needed to work together in some fashion because the group was so large, that they needed to give people a chance to voice their opinion, the group failed to do it. After every encounter, they’d debate about where to go next, well, about half of them, while the others sought adventure. They didn’t want their precious D&D hours to be invaded with debates over which place to explore — they wanted to explore! As it happened, I tried to force the party into action, whether through a hostile encounter or NPC advice. It didn’t work. I spoke out of game, explaining that if everyone couldn’t do what I had asked earlier, this would be the end of D&D. Half of them stood their ground, the other half tried to convince that half to back off from the edge.

I wasn’t bluffing.

After another hour of bickering, the party split, wandering off fight more, I presume. I ended the session there, alerting everyone that this might be it, that it was too hectic and it just wasn’t working. A few days later, I contacted certain people from the party and told them we’d be ending that portion of the campaign. Further, I explained why: people weren’t having fun, despite multiple attempts to remedy that. Instead of trudging on with this massive, uncoordinated, raucous group, I picked those who I thought worked well together and continued the campaign. They’d pick up where the party split into two. Easy, I thought — the campaign could go on!

The Brief Reboot

With a suitable sailing ship constructed, the remaining party members departed the grung-infested island. They traveled for a few days before discovering shore: the coast of Yatar. As soon as it would possible, the ship was anchored and the party made way to the beach to interact with the halflings they knew lived there. After all, they needed to resupply and discover just where they were. The barbarian danced with the brutish halfling chief; the sorcerer spoke with the tribe’s shamans. All the while, the triton and human sat in the background, suspicious of the erratic halfling tribe. That was until they hit a crossroads where they had to ally with the halflings against a common foe, a massive rampaging tyrannosaurus, spewing zombie raptors from its mouth! That was where the fun began...except it didn’t. 

That was the end of the campaign.

There was no issue with the party, in-game or out-of-game. Everyone got along great, any spits between members had good reasons behind them, and everyone was having a blast. The story was moving along nicely, they were steadily moving to a city where they’d kick off the story of the death curse, the key plot element that connected all of their characters. Why did it stop? 

Because of me. I ended it. Sometimes, real life gets in the way of our happy time. Tragic events can turn our epic Wednesday nights into dour evenings of sadness and frustration. When that happens, it is best to stop playing, but be honest. I let everyone in my group know what was going on: why we had to stop and what the future looked like. Full transparency with your D&D group, especially if they’re great friends, is vital. Luckily, everyone understood what I was going through and wished me well. I think they were happy I wasn’t leading them on, promising them that we’d play next week, or the first Saturday of the next month.

Regardless, I was furious and crushed in the back of my mind. But I knew it was temporary.

As soon as the painful period in my life passed me by, I contacted those people again, the failed adventurers en route to the Cursed Jungles of Yatar. We stopped at session seven of that campaign, though it seemed like we played many more. I told them I was ready to run D&D for them again, that I was confident nothing wicked was walking my way. Immediately, they jumped up and were ready to play again, understanding that if something did come my way, I’d be straight with them. They trusted me.

That was on December 27th, 2018. Next week, we will be playing in the 31st session of the new campaign, the Karlith Straits. It has been a blast. Everyone is having a splendid time and I must say, it might be my proudest D&D work, this campaign. It’s insane to think it emerged from the disaster that was the Cursed Jungles of Yatar, a note I call “Campaign 2.5” in my archives.

Yet, when I look back on it and think about everything I learned during that campaign, I’m thankful for it. As I always say, every failed experience as a Dungeon Master is an opportunity to learn for your next adventure.

In Summary

Not all campaigns work out; that’s okay. Despite their shortcomings, we learn from them, we grow from them, and we use our obtained knowledge to improve our campaigns in the future. If there’s anything we should take away from this failed campaign, it’s the following:
  1. Set clear expectations for your players.
  2. More isn’t always merrier.
  3. Sometimes real life can destroy the campaign and it’s not the fault of someone in the party. Be straight with your group, don’t lead them on!
Until next time, farewell!

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Slaadi Part 1: Toads of Turmoil

Sparks fly as flames melt and ice burns in the elemental chaos around the doomed crystal island. A human ranger and goblin warrior sprint into the island’s toppled tower, evading the blast of crystal spray that shoots out from a nearby field of floating rubies. The duo know they’re coming. The goblin slams the rotted door behind him as a huge, blue-skinned toad creature plummets to the crystalline ground outside. The ranger draws his blade and the goblin clutches his dagger close, shivering. “They’re slaadi,” the ranger says. “More will come. Let’s not make this easy for them.” Seconds later, the ranger peers between a crack in the weak door. Hulking outside is a small army of the giant humanoid toads — all of them grinning maniacally. The ranger looks back inside and breathes slowly as the goblin shakes and the door breaks.

As Dungeon Masters and players, we’ve controlled and encountered a slew of unorthodox creatures. Ravenous owlbears, contemplative sphinxes, self-obsessed beholders — they’re all staples of Dungeons and Dragons. They make us squeal in agony as they consume our characters, or allow us to revel in hilarity as our characters interact with them. Unfortunately, some receive more love than others. Millions of people have sparred with goblins, felt the force of a balor’s death throes, or utilized a red dragon to scheme against a party of adventurers.

How many of us have encountered or used slaadi?

Poring over my vast book collection and the internet, I’ve discovered that slaadi are rarely featured as power players. Sure, they play a small role in some adventures, many of which can be found on, but they’re not the primary antagonists or movers and shakers.

That’s a crime, and we’re about to find out why.

Let’s delve into what’s about to be our new favorite toads of turmoil, slaadi.

Slaadi Game History

We first encountered slaadi during the birth of Dungeons and Dragons. The Lovecraftian toad creatures were printed in Advanced Dungeons and Dragons’ Fiend Folio. The book called them “great, frog-like beings who dwell on the outer plane of Limbo…” In addition, they had peculiar jewels encased on their foreheads that held a slaad’s life force. Foes of slaadi could manipulate them to perform three acts if they possessed the power to destroy a slaad’s jewel. An interesting plot element we could definitely use. In AD&D, slaadi were split into six varieties: blue, red, green, grey, death, and master slaad.

Slaadi appeared again in the AD&D Manual of the Planes, refusing to surface until the Monstrous Compendium Outer Planes Appendix of AD&D second edition in 1991. Soon after, they were reprinted in 2E’s Monstrous Manual and the Planescape Monstrous Compendium Appendix. Throughout second edition, almost everything with slaadi stayed the same, until a few more slaad lords, or masters, were created in Dragon Magazine #221: Chourst, Lord of Randomness and Rennbuu, Lord of Colors. Later on, Planescape added symbols of power onto the forehead of slaadi; they symbols represented how powerful each individual slaad was in their own society — definitely an interesting concept.

Sadly, the master slaad were not explicitly included during Dungeons and Dragons third edition, and only the blue, green, red, grey, and death slaad appeared in the Monster Manual. We need not fret, however, because 3E’s Manual of the Planes elaborated on what slaadi did in Limbo and other planes of existence, and the white and black slaad entered the multiverse in the Epic Level Handbook. Much stayed the same during 3.5E; the addition of a new slaad lord, Bazim-Gorag the Firebringer, in Dungeon Magazine #101 excited slaadi fans around the world, but that was it for 3E and 3.5E. Besides appearing in a few adventures as villains and gaining a new lord, slaadi were mostly left unchanged.

Fourth edition tore our amazing slaadi — or slaads as 4E put it — limb from limb and reformed them. They appeared in the Monster Manual as completely different creatures. Instead of giant toads native to Limbo, they originated from the Elemental Chaos. They were beings who thought they were the first creatures to exist in the cosmos, a fact that could be true thanks to multiple universes collapsing and slaadi being the only race to survive it. More varieties on top of the initial color palette were introduced across 4E’s Monster Manuals, breeds such as flux slaad, slaad spawn, gold slaad, putrid slaad, and various forms of classic slaadi. These awesome creatures include red slaad juggernauts, black slaad entropics, and grey slaad havocs. Juggernauts were massive red slaad, entropics were incredibly weak black slaad that turned into tiny black holes, and havocs were grey slaad who could force characters to attack their allies. That’s not all — 4E introduced quite a few slaad lords and powerful slaad like Norsar the Many, a translucent slaad who had hundreds of replicas.

Fifth edition stitched our slaadi back together, returning them to Limbo. Currently, only the base slaadi are available in official 5E products, but slaadi and slaad lords of editions past should be easy to make.

With their game history firmly in our heads, let’s dive right into all the lore about these chaotic toad creatures.

Slaadi Lore

Mysterious and unknown are the origins of slaadi, a race of giant, humanoid toad creatures who inhabit the unstable soup of Limbo. Depending on the edition or world we’re in, their origin changes. Fifth edition spouts that slaadi arrived in the multiverse after Primus, Overlord of the Modrons, attempted to achieve order in Limbo. He created the Spawning Stone, left it in Limbo, and the plane’s chaotic energy fused with the Stone to form the first slaadi. Tiny chunks of the Spawning Spawn are said to be in the heads of every slaadi. In other worlds and editions, this origin might be different. As mentioned earlier, slaadi in fourth edition could have been the first creatures in existence, leftover entities from the collapse of a hundred different universes. In our world, one, both, or neither might be true — it’s up to us.

Slaadi Anatomy

The anatomy of most slaadi is similar. The core slaadi are large, bipedal toad creatures with long claws and razor-sharp teeth. The arms of most slaadi stretch past their waist and are nearly level with their feet. Tiny horns and spikes rise up from their head, back, and arms, usually pale white or jet black in color. Red slaad are lanky and small, while blue slaad are hulking and huge. Green slaad dwarf blues but have wide bodies and enormous heads. Gray slaad are smaller than the slaadi already mentioned but have long spines down their back and leathery frills along their upper arms. Death slaad, the most fearsome of the core slaadi, are more muscular versions of gray slaad with bulky, dark spikes sprouting from their head and back. Legend has it that one of the slaad lords shaped the appearance of regular slaadi, knowing that their chaotic shapes could one day take a form greater than him. As a result, slaad lords are unique in appearance and anatomy while core slaadi take on toad-like bodies.

For example, Ygorl, Lord of Entropy, commonly takes the shape of a charred, skeletal hulk with bat wings. His weapon of choice is a massive scythe made from adamantine. Supposedly, it could kill creatures instantly. As opposed to Ygorl, Ssendam, Lord of Madness, is usually seen as an enormous, golden amoeba with a human’s brain as a nucleus. Ssendam is also a female. One of the newer slaad lords, Bazim-Gorag the Firebringer, is a titanic, two-headed slaad with volcanic-red skin. He wields a glaive taller than him that’s covered in dark flames. Truly, the possibilities for a slaad lord’s appearance are endless.

Slaadi Reproduction

Though their origins can be disputed, all can agree that slaadi are agents of chaos. They are representations of chaotic neutral, meant to overthrow law and uphold the beauty of madness across the planes of existence, starting in Limbo — where they reside in most settings. They usually achieve this through invasion and domination. While some slaadi still arise from the Spawning Stone, the majority of their kind come from incubated or transformed victims: humanoids and other creatures from across the planes. Different types of slaadi reproduce in different ways.

Red slaad infect victims with an egg when its claw rends their flesh; that egg eventually evolves into a slaad tadpole that will kill its host and become a blue slaad, or a green slaad if the host was a fifth level spell-caster. 

The bone hooks on a blue slaad’s hand cause those struck by them to undergo a horrendous disease called chaos phage. Eventually, it transforms victims into an adult red slaad, or a green slaad if the victim was a fifth level spell-caster.

Green slaad don’t reproduce, they only evolve. At some point in their life, they transform into a gray slaad after unlocking a vital piece of knowledge. After that, gray slaad can only become death slaad — a process that requires a gray slaad to completely consume a dead death slaad’s corpse. From here, a death slaad might become a slaad lord or a type of slaad not discussed — perhaps of our own creation.

The very few times I’ve used slaadi in my games, their appearance was always related to their reproductive cycle. It may sound weird, but it’s an integral part of their nature as a monster — at least if they’re used as written. One of my favorite memories was when a player rolled for a trinket on one of my trinket tables and got “a small, opaque jar with a large, red tadpole in it that needs water to survive.” It was a red slaad tadpole. The party had no idea what it was, and during a time of desperation, he opened the jar and sloshed its contents at the tree-frog folk who had captured the party. The tadpole proceeded to eat one of the grung alive and transform into a fully-grown red slaad. This was an awesome moment.

Anyways, back to the lore.

Slaadi Control Gems

Every slaadi born from the Spawning Stone or ever in close proximity to the ancient artifact contains a piece of the Spawning Stone in their brain called a control gem. These gems can be magically extracted from a slaad using old magic and risky surgeries. Once someone holds a slaad’s control gem, they control the slaad. However, if the gem is ever destroyed, the holder no longer controls the slaad. This can lead to interesting situations. For example, what if the slaad lords contain control gems in their minds? Think of the catastrophes that could occur if an entity like Asmodeus gained absolute control over Ssendam, Lord of Madness.

Slaadi Enemies

Primus, Overlord of the Modrons, may have haphazardly created slaadi, but they hate their creator and his mechanical creations. Modron and slaadi attack each other on sight not just because of the Primus situation, but because they represent opposite alignments of the multiverse. Slaadi are chaotic neutral, born to sow chaos and discord. Modrons are lawful neutral, engineered to ensure the universe continues to grind as it’s supposed to. In addition to modron, slaadi despise githzerai.

Slaadi Varieties

We’ve briefly discussed multiple varieties of slaadi. Let’s delve a little deeper into each type of slaadi we can find amidst the Ever-Changing Chaos of Limbo.
  1. Red Slaad: These are the lightweight infantry of slaadi hordes. They’re able to incubate victims with eggs using their own claws and quickly move in and out of battle.
  2. Blue Slaad: Blue slaad form the vanguard of a slaadi attack. Their massive forms can overwhelm smaller foes, and their bone spikes can instantly transform dying foes into red and green slaadi.
  3. Green Slaad: The most intelligent of the core, colored slaadi. They can cast basic spells and even shapechange. Many of them adopt the forms of their former hosts, traveling the mortal world to find the knowledge needed to become a gray slaad.
  4. Gray Slaad: These are shapechanging servants of death slaadi. Gray slaad often travel to the mortal world, performing tasks for their masters. Many of them learn to wield weapons such as greatswords and greataxes, especially while in their humanoid form. Eventually, though, they turn on their death slaad master, consuming its corpse to complete their evolution.
  5. Death Slaad: Death slaadi are the commanders of slaadi hordes. Shaped by dark forces from the Negative Energy Plane, they’re the most evil of all slaadi, taking sick pleasure in desecrating other civilizations and transforming their most innocent citizens into slaadi. They can shapechange at will and cast decently powerful spells — though they prefer to use the weapon skills they learned in their previous gray slaad form.
  6. White Slaad: These rare forms of slaadi are remnants of previous universes. After centuries of floating through the cosmos, they found their way to their kin in Limbo. Most have the ability to peer into the future and see what could have been — or maybe what will be. They are incredibly insightful for slaadi, but their need to keep everything in a state of flux makes them unpredictable.
  7. Black Slaad: Black slaadi are massive, completely black slaadi with two pinpoints of light across their entire form. Pure and simple, they’re enigmas. Little is known about their origins, though they’re daunting foes to fight. Similar to black holes, they can implode creatures in on themselves and wipe structured beings out of existence.
  8. Lawful Slaad: Also called gormeels, lawful slaadi are yet another accident created by the Spawning Stone. These slaadi are dirty-green scaled, have peculiar lizard heads, and walk on all fours like great apes. They commonly work alongside githzerai against regular slaadi.
  9. Golden Slaad: These huge slaadi gather groups of hundreds of slaadi in Limbo and enrapture them in a song of chaos. Golden slaad are formed by the maddening storms of Limbo itself, thriving on the constant change of water to fire and empty air to stone. Their behavior is unpredictable, just like Limbo.
Their lore doesn’t end here. Once we make slaadi a part of our own setting, we can expand on their prewritten lore. Maybe we want to expand on lawful slaad. Perhaps death slaad should be more menacing. Do slaadi reproduce in other ways in our world? How many slaad control gems litter the mortal world? We’ll take more about expanding on slaadi lore later. First, let’s apply what we’ve learned to creating concrete ideas for our campaigns.

Slaadi Ideas

Slaadi have existed since the dawn of D&D. Despite making great villains, plots, and even allies, few exist — right? Let’s make four of each!

Slaadi Villains

  1. Gignook is a red slaad at the head of a goblin tribe. He refuses to incubate any of his victims for fear that the newly-born slaad will wrest control of the tribe from him.
  2. Olnyne is a death slaad who’s infiltrated the royalty of a human kingdom. Known by Captain Gendry by everyone around him, he’s confident the control gem of a powerful white slaad is unknowingly locked in the vaults below the castle. Slowly, he’s working his way toward it.
  3. Zirvinix is an eye slaad whose host was an old beholder. Essentially, she is the first of a new breed of slaadi — if she can keep up the cycle. Her form is that of a blue slaad but with bulky eyestalks protruding from her shoulders and a massive central eye on her forehead.
  4. Sinple is a centuries-old green slaad. Convinced his transformation to a gray slaad hasn’t come for a reason, he’s taken to the mortal world to commit greater and grander chaotic acts. Eventually. his time for glory should arrive.

Slaadi Plots

  1. A wave of chaotic energy washes over a mining town built in the shadow of a towering mountain, transforming all its inhabitants into red and blue slaadi. The slaadi start tearing apart the surrounding lands, who fear another wave might arrive soon.
  2. Ssendam, Lord of the Insane, finds a way into the mortal world and begins roaming green country in the form of a naked man with the legendary weapon Blackrazor. The slaad lord gains a following and is headed toward a major city. Why?
  3. Fanatical cultists of Ygorl, Lord of Entropy, try to free his ancient brass dragon pet, Shkiv, from an ancient draconic prison in the depths of a duergar citadel. Their attempt catches the attention of Ygorl, so he sends his lieutenant, Sorel, to assist them and prove he can become the Lord of Anarchy.
  4. The path to a volume of the Book of Vile Darkness leads to a great, ruined tower in the Great Red Tempest of Limbo — where a particularly vile slaad lord lurks. Time is running out, for an agent of Orcus, Prince of Undeath, is searching for the piece, too.

Slaadi Allies

  1. A slaad lord approaches the party in their Material Plane form, seeking assistance against another slaad lord.
  2. A green slaad begrudgingly believes his path to become a gray slaad depends on his ability to assist the party in their next adventure.
  3. A party member finds the control gem of a powerful slaad in a lost dungeon; the slaad will assist the party with anything to get back their gem.
  4. A strangely unevolved slaad tadpole finds companionship with one of the party members before transforming into a red slaad; however, it appears to see the party member as a parent.
There we go, we’ve taken the next step to adding slaadi into our campaigns. However, before we do, let’s ponder over what slaadi will be like in our home-brew setting.

Slaadi in Your World

At this point, we’re experts on slaadi. We know their history across the ages, comprehend their lore, understand their culture, and can recite every type of slaadi — down to the black slaad entropics. However, before we insert them into our campaigns, let’s think about how they exist in our world. Do we enjoy the fifth edition view point of slaadi, or do we adore fourth edition’s interpretation of slaadi (slaads)? Are slaadi only relegated to Limbo in our world, or do they span the Inner Planes, the mortal world, and even the Lower Planes? Do more slaad lords exist in our setting? Are they known? How involved are slaadi in the affairs of mortals?

These are all questions we can ask ourselves if we’d like to build onto who slaadi are in our own setting. It’s fluff, for the most part, but if we’re gearing up for a slaadi and Limbo-centric campaign, fleshing out our setting’s slaadi might be worthwhile.

For example, slaadi in my world of Eldar are integral to... a certain element of it that I can’t reveal because it might be a huge plot point in one of my future campaigns. Without saying too much, I basically combined everything I loved about slaadi lore in the past and mashed on some brand new secrets unique to my world. That always works.

Let madness reign, say the slaadi. All hail the Incarnation of Chaos, say the slaadi lords.

In Summary

Say it with me, folks: “I will use a slaad in my next D&D campaign.” They’re criminally underused and underrepresented. These bipedal toads of turmoil make fantastic additions to the right D&D adventure — don’t miss out! As always, remember:
  1. Slaadi have been around since the first Fiend Folio. They’re “original” monsters!
  2. These toad-like outsiders have a massive fund of lore to draw from. They might be from alternate timelines and they can reproduce using living hosts. Did I mention it’s possible to control one using a gem once-lodged in their brain?
  3. It’s possible to use them in a variety of ways; slaadi can make stellar villains and peculiar allies. Basing a story around them is rather easy as well.
  4. There’s lots of space for customization when it comes to slaadi, especially if we incorporate lore from past editions into our own world. We don’t need to use exactly what the fifth edition Monster Manual says; we can construct our own idea of what slaadi (or slaads) are.
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Next week, we’re getting introspective and peering into one of my failed campaigns: the Cursed Jungles of Yatar. Sometimes, more isn’t merrier.

Until next time, farewell, and remember to use a slaad in your next campaign!

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