MONSTERS AT MOONRISE

THE PROMPT

These were the immutable facts about this creature I was working with:

Instantly had an idea for this one. Struck me like a bolt of lightning the moment the last wheel stopped spinning.

MONSTER 3: "Luck Star"

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The Feywild is a place of wonder, excitement, high magic and incredible excess. Its denizens, when not occupied gleefully indulging their carnal desires, often look out at the other planes with a sense of pity. The average life of a material plane mortal, to a fey, seems short and agonizingly dull. The thought of their miserable and monotonous lives ending with only desires unfulfilled is enough to depress even the sprightliest of fairy.

Motivated by a sense of equal parts pity and intrigue for their planar neighbours, powerful fey magicians occasionally channel the most powerful magic they can muster into vessels which they then shoot into the astral sea, roughly in the direction of the material plane or another similarly pitiable hovel of a dimension. They giggle as they watch these artificial stars streak into the interplanar infinite, imagining the delight a mortal will feel when it makes a Wish on such a star and discovers it has come true. The sheer chaos that will surely ensue from such a wish makes them giggle a little bit too.

These sentient magical vessels - known as Luck Stars - sometimes tumble through the cosmos for centuries before they’re seen by another living soul. Luck Stars possess a limited degree of sentience and typically spend their long cosmic journeys trembling with giddy anticipation. While they are high in luminosity, luck stars are not ‘bright’. Created for the sole purpose of granting the wishes of mortals, they think about little else on their long astral voyage.

The final descent of a Luck Star towards the ground appears much like a shooting star to any creatures who happen to be gazing up at the sky. Many cultures on the material plane are well aware of the power of a Luck Star. If no witness is quick enough to wish upon it as it streaks across the sky, very often a race between adventurers, kingdoms and mercenary bands will ensue. Each desperate to track it down and claim its power for their own.

When a Luck Star uses its wish, its animating magical power disappears and it explodes in a brilliantly bright flash, leaving behind only smoldering pile of golden dust. The Luck Star is aware of this fate from the moment of its creation, but is so motivated by its sole purpose of wish making that it embraces its inevitable end with a beaming smile. Luck stars are unable to cast Wish on their own, requiring the words of another creature articulating their own wish for the spell to be successful.

Luck Stars lead lonesome and incredibly naive existences, and so are occasionally shocked and shaken by the depravity of the wishes of the mortals that find them, not aware that such kind of malice existed. Luck Stars are generally good aligned, and might choose to refuse wishes that too strongly conflict with their sense of right and wrong.

If a Luck Star tumbles through the cosmos for too long without encountering a living creature that can make a wish on it (after a millennia, perhaps) the Feywild’s influence over it begins to fade and its natural giddiness turns sour. It becomes resentful of its purpose and mortal kind as its alignment slowly begins to shift towards neutrality, or even evil, if left to stew for long enough. Evil aligned Luck Stars streak across the night sky in search of the most depraved and vile souls within the land, aiming to grant a wish that will create as much chaos as possible.

It is rumoured that slaying a Luck Star with a martial melee weapon can, under the right circumstances, transform that weapon into a Luck Blade.