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Saving Throws
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A low-slung predator covered in coarse, needle-sharp bristles that jut from thick hide like a forest of barbs. The creeper prowler moves with surprising stealth for something so heavily armored, its bulk deceptive until it charges. Getting close is a mistake - even a glancing blow leaves quills embedded in exposed skin, and a direct hit from its shoulder can knock a fighter flat. Long, whiplike thorns trail from its flanks, lashing out at anything that tries to flank or flee. After an encounter, adventurers spend hours pulling splinters from gear, each one a reminder of how much worse it could have been.