Basilisk's Domain

XP 2,000

NE Medium magical beast

Init ?1; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +10

AC 17, touch 9, flat-footed 17 (?1 Dex, +8 natural)

hp 52 (7d10+14)

Fort +9, Ref +4, Will +5

Speed 20 ft.

Melee bite +10 (1d8+4)

Special Attacks gaze

Str 16, Dex 8, Con 15, Int 3, Wis 13, Cha 11

Base Atk +7; CMB +10; CMD 19 (31 vs. trip)

Feats Blind-Fight, Great Fortitude, Iron Will, Skill Focus (Perception)

Skills Perception +10, Stealth +10; Racial Modifiers +4 Stealth

Bloodform (Great), Death Touch (Major), Invulnerability (Great), Major Resistance --- Poison (Great), Poison Sense (Minor), Regeneration (Minor)
Gaze (Ex)
The Basilisk's gaze has the effect of turning any fluid into deadly poison. Pools of water that it gazes into are instantly envenomed, lakes and rivers become temporarily polluted, and heavy fogs become mists of deadly poison gas. The poison causes 1d4 points of Dexterity damage the first round, and then 1d4 points of constitution damage. It has a frequency of 1 save/minute for four minutes, and it takes two successful saves to cure. Save fortitude DC 16.
However, if a living creature is looked at, all the water contained in the eyes, tear ducts, and mouth becomes a dreadful poison.
Type poison, ingested; Save Fortitude DC 18
Onset 10 minutes; Frequency 1/minute for 6 minutes
Effect 1d4 Con damage and 1d4 Str damage; Cure 2 consecutive saves

The Basilisk has lost any sort of sentient intelligence. It's depravity and corruption has apparently stripped it of it's faculties. None the less, the Basilisk is quite malevolent and dangerous. The beast has simply no way of communicating with Humanity in any sort of way. Nor does it have it's original ability of casting spells. Some reported copies of Annals of the Divinely Disfigured might have a clue as to what this beast's intentions are. There is an interview with the Basilisk in all four complete copies, which in and of itself is incomplete. The interview is thus:
"I Hate. I am everything Hate is. Everything that is Hate lives in me and my whole being is Hate. There is no way you can separate me from Hate. Once, the son of the Mushir Malik el-Badr. I was forced into this form from a terrible curse --- The Curse of Azrai, the Shadow that made Hate, and I just Hate for that. My real name, long forgotten. All that is now is the Hate.
"My father was the most noble, the most loyal, the most beautiful. His gardens -- always neatly trimmed. His wife, daughters, and son were the finest and most gorgeous in the land -- bright and cheery, even at night. My father's knowledge was great, and his use of that knowledge was wise. Malik always knew what to say, how to say, and when to say it. But there was nothing, nothing he could really do. How could a child really live up to such perfection?
"My father was so proud of his son. So proud was he, that he forced me into a mould -- my body and my soul. And neither were so inclined to fit. My father needed a clone of him, his younger him. Someone who could fit his shoes when he passed on. Malik wanted me to be him. Perfect, proud, beautiful, loved. And I -- I just wanted to study.
"Rebellion, rebellion against my father I did. I wrought malice and discord into his beautiful and perfect life. I etched worry and concern onto the noble features of my father and my family. I had such a cutting, wicked, evil tongue which spread slander and guile upon many of my targets, in order to complete my quest for isolation! My eyes, my eyes, could deter the kindness of all those with a brutal look. I rejoiced! Yes, I rejoiced. As this left me to my own council and my own wants and desires.
"However, I became so hateful that I had fallen in my countenance. My voice . . . my voice had become full of hate that I poisoned myself and everything I touched. Everything of beauty I had gazed on had wilted and died. I gave myself in to my Hate, for I had nothing else. I hated everything and myself, so I renounced everything I stood for. Now, I punish all those who have no Hate and destroy that is beautiful."
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So, what motivates this pitiful creature, called the Basilisk? The answer must have been simple back then; for the monster was capable of speaking. The monster is angry for being born to a destiny it did not wish to bear. And all of it's internal venom and hatred molded its body to the reptilian form it wears. Now, it simply responds to the primal drives of hunger and territory; but people should consider it to be more dangerous than any animal.
According to it's own words, it was Bali el-Badr, the son of the Mushir Malik el-Badr. The prince rebelled against his own father at an early age. He just wanted to study magic, but he put his faith into shadows and intrigue. However, the prince wanted nothing but the best for his son. So his father raised him the best he knew. But his son had a dark side that was too strong and too deeply rooted.
However, The Scrolls of the Tainted while giving a very brief history of the Basilisk, had contradictions to what the Basilisk had said about itself. The scrolls claim that the Mushir had conjured the Basilisk from a vat that contained caustic fluids. From an incantation of summoning arose this Basilisk, who followed the Mushir's every bidding.
No one can really verify the veracity of the documents, and the Basilisk is so primal that it can never tell the truth of it's existence. Only it knows the truth of it's past. And this is lost in the deep caverns of its own poisoned, corrupt mind. All anyone needs to know now of the Basilisk is that its a shrewd and malignant monster that enjoys torturing its prey and bringing pollution to the land. The Awnshegh has brought ruin to el-Besr, and it's pestiferous reek lingers on everything it has ever touched. The monster has brought ugliness to a once beautiful realm.