Relics of ages long past, clockwork scorpions are deadly mechanical constructs that were once a much-feared assassination tool employed in the internecine struggle for dominance between Atlantean warlords. The few surviving models that are still active are mostly found guarding the tombs and treasure troves of Atlantean lords, but time has not diminished their lethal sting, which delivers a fatal dose of neuro-toxin that can kill a grown man in seconds.
Almost impossible to detect until they activate, clockwork scorpions are fiendishly fast and resilient to damage thanks to their bronze carapace. Often the first sign of their presence is the death cry of a dying tomb-raider.
Armour Class: 2 Special: Sting Morale: N/A
Hit Dice: 1 Move: 12 Alignment: Neutral
Attack: Pincers (1d3) HDE/XP: 3/60
The clockwork scorpion's sting, located at the tip of its flexible tail, contains a single dose of lethal venom. The sting, itself, does no damage, but anyone hit by it must save vs. poison or die.
I created the clockwork scorpion several months ago while trying to come up with a striking paint scheme for this pair of Reaper scorpions I had recently bought. I'd tried several realistic colour schemes but since scorpions tend to be well-camouflaged, the results were pretty drab. The idea for a mechanical scorpion was inspired by a scene in Dune, shortly after the Atreides arrive on Arrakis and Paul snatches and destroys the mechanical assassin in his bed chamber. Thus was born the bronze and verdigris colour scheme and a new creature for Lemuria.
Amusingly, an almost identical creature, the clockwork cobra, is described in Greg Gillespie's Barrowmaze, which just goes to show that great minds think alike. Or that there is no such thing as a new idea, but I rather prefer the former explanation.
Welcome Back to the Labyrinth
"We have been away far too long, my friends," Ashoka declared, his face lit by the eldritch green glow of his staff. "But we have finally returned to the labyrinth whence our adventures first began."
"Just imagine the treasures that lie within," said Yun Tai, flexing his mighty muscles. "Wealth enough to live in luxury the rest of our days."
"And arcane artifacts of great power," added Ashoka his words dripping with avarice. "All ours for the taking!"
"Umm...guys?" Nysa interrupted. "Do you hear something dripping?"