HP: 58
AC: 14
DR: 0
Attack: 2d8+2
Lurking hunters found in caverns and dungeons, their rasping tongues flicking like whips as they drag prey screaming into the dark.
HP: 33
AC: 12
DR: 0
Attack: 1d10+2
Born where forests darken into the abyssal wilds, Border Striders carry messages for ancient spirits and guard the invisible thresholds of nature. Ash-bright hooves mark every line they patrol. They offer a single warning before charging through anything that defies the wild's domain.
HP: 42
AC: 14
DR: 0
Attack: 1d4+2, 1d4+2
A winged cat that drops like thunder, pinning prey with a single shocking impact.
HP: 38
AC: 13
DR: 2
Attack: 1d4+1, 1d4+1
Old muscle on old bones, it hits like a boulder rolling downhill. Its hide is thick and stony, scarred from centuries of fights it somehow survived. The air hums with its slow breathing before it charges, each step shaking the ground like warning drums. It doesn't hunt for need, only habit - a relic of […]
HP: 49
AC: 14
DR: 0
Attack: 2d8+2
A lantern-eyed tyrant of trenches whose glare whites out the world for a beat.
HP: 22
AC: 14
DR: 3
Attack: 1d10
Eight feet of armored segments, moving with the low, deliberate certainty. The legs are the worst part - not the count, but the sound. A dry, rhythmic clicking on stone that you feel before you hear it. Territorial, not aggressive by default - it hunts when hungry, ignores the party if it has recent
HP: 68
AC: 13
DR: 1
Attack: 3d4+3
A hill-breaking brute that bellows once and comes like a landslide.
HP: 59
AC: 13
DR: 2
Attack: 2d10+3
A hulking beast slick with corrosive bile that sizzles where it lands. It lumbers through swamps and rusted ruins, drawn to the scent of metal and the tremor of footsteps. When threatened, it heaves forward and sprays a searing arc of acid, then crashes down on anything that dares to stand its ground. Water and […]
HP: 46
AC: 14
DR: 0
Attack: 2d8+2
A jangling frame built from giants' graves; its spear grows, splits, and returns. It clatters with each lurching step, announcing its presence like a macabre wind chime. The creature wields weapons fashioned from its own body, hurling sharpened ribs and femurs that impossibly regenerate moments later. Disturbingly intelligent for an undead thing, it seems to […]
