God Heads Of The Derros - The False Prophets

Large

  No. Enc.: 1

Alignment: Neutral Seeming  /Actual  (Inimical)

Move: 120'(40’)

 Armor Class: 5

Hit Dice: 8

Attacks: 1 or 2 per round 

 Damage: Mind Blast 1d8 (plus special)

Morale: 8 

Super Science Powers :

 Telepathy 

Suggestion 

Levitate Superior 

Astrakinesis

Psy Kill- Mass 

Disbelieve -Mass 

Y Ray Mass 

Disbelieve -Mass

Hologram -Mass

40 point Psy Field against physical & energy weapons 

God Heads Of The Derros- They are remains of kings & prophets captured by the Derro who opposed them long ago. They're beings have been entrapped within stone itself & they roam the cosmos sewing false religions & chaos among primitive peoples before moving on to the next civilization.  

 They have come among people's at times of great galactic upheaval preaching doom & destruction only to disappear leaving their worshipers in states of great depression  & despair. 

They often come to pave the way for their master's return to planets for plunder & processing. Those who encounter them bare the scars of their battles. These monsters will not back down from a fight unless they are without an audience.  They have been known to "sacrifice"  themselves in order to create fanaticism among their worshipers.  Only to later reappear to claim miracles.  They often have planetary cults & have been known to cause untold havoc among fringe planets. There are 2 of the monsters who head pirate guilds & cause further harm to Human Space traffic . 

There is a set of adventurer knights who hunt these charlatans  among the stars. Even as there is a conclave of Derro still out there recruiting new ones with false promises of power & eternal life. These monster will continue to be thorns in the side of sentients everywhere!

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear:

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away
 by Percy Bysshe Shelley, published in 1818