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Unquiet
Bodere
|
Bodere |
Ramblings |
AC |
6 |
5 |
HD |
2+! |
1 |
MV |
N/A |
60' Flying |
ATK |
N/A |
1 touch, Mad Rambling |
DMG |
N/A |
1d4+2 Cold |
Save |
16 |
17 |
Special |
Mad Rambling, Summon Rambling |
Phase, Mad Rambling |
CL/XP |
5/240 |
3/60 |
Mad
Rambling – all creatures within a 30' radius of the mad
rambling must succeed a saving throw or be affected as though by the
“Confusion” special for 1d4 turns
Phase –
The Ramblings attacks by passing through the body of its target
dealing 1d4+2 cold damage. On a successful attack the target must
succeed a saving throw -2 or suffer -1 to their wisdom score for 24
hours. Should a character fall below 3 Wisdom they will be rendered
permanently insane and become the domain of the Referee.
Summon
Rambling – In his mad ramblings an Unquiet Bodere can
unknowingly summon up to 4 concurrent Ramblings. After the battle
begins the Unquiet Bodere will continue to create Ramblings at a rate
of 1 every 1d4 rounds. However, no more than 4 can ever be present at
any given time. All Ramblings will vanish upon the defeat of the
Unquiet Bodere.
The undead
remnants of a mortal who looked into the Outside and didn't ave
enough sense to die immediately. Driven insane by what they saw the
mortal went through what remained of their short life muttering and
rambling in their madness revealing truths – oh so dark truths –
of what existed Outside. Even when death finally claimed them the
things they saw and remembered refused to die with them.
The Unquiet
Bodere tend to stay near where they dead. Relentlessly pacing, head
bowed mumbling out their madness with no knowledge of their
surroundings. The true danger of the Unquiet Bodere is their
Ramblings.
The
Ramblings of the Unquiet Bodere are so powerful that they manifest
from Unquiet Bodere's madness as small eldritch lights the spin and
lope around the Bodere in a 60' radius. These Ramblings will repeat
the rambling that created them until destroyed.
When
defeated an unearthly quiet will fill the area, and as the body of
the Unquiet Bodere turn to dust a whispered (and utterly sane) voice
can be heard: “Thank you”.
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