[sblock=Deathvine]
Mutant Plant
Lvl: 1
0/3000xp
Str 17 (+2 hit/dmg, or +11 hit/dmg when doubled)
Dex 12
Con 12
Int 10
Wis 15
Cha 9 (4 retainers, 7 moral)
HP: 35/35
AC: 6 (Studded Leather Armor)
Mutations:
Improved Sense: Smell 180ft range, cannot be surprised by anything upwind
Energy Retaining Cell Structure: 3d6 electricity
Complete Wing Development: Membrane stretched between several vines
Empathy: 90ft range
Ability Boost: Double any attribute for 1d10 rounds, 1/day
Dermal Poison Sap (Class 13: death or 2d6 dmg)
Thermal Sensitivity (Cold)
Phobia: Other Tech (Robots, Vehicles etc.)
Rolls
Gear: (200gp)
Backpack 2gp, 2lbs
Polearm (Scythe) 7gp, 10lbs
Studded Leather Armor Strip 30gp, 20lbs
Donkey 8g
- Pack Saddle 15g, 15lbs
- Waterskins X20 20g, 80lbs
- Rations (P) X40 40g, 40lbs
- Chickens X2 (cages) 4c, 2lbs
- Poles (10ft) X2 4s, 16lbs
- Torches (16) 6s, 16lbs
- 77gp, 8sp, 8cp
Description:
Deathvine wraps a long, wide strip of studded leather around its "arms, legs and torso" and wheres a hood with mask to further disguise its true nature. It does this to move among the skittish "warm" talking races without them just attacking on sight. Everything carried by Deathvine is coated in a black sap that is quite deadly to the touch (class 13 poison) including its wire wrapped scythe, and inside the goo on any exposed "flesh" occasionally crackles with electricity between the gaps in the armor.
When not pretending to look human, Deathvine is truely terrifying to behold. A mass of vines flapping through the air and pouncing down on prey in the open prarrie by moonlight.
The voice of Deathvine is also haunting as it sounds like several voices of varying pitch, from a lilting saprano to a deep base, speaking in perfect unison.
Background:
Nobody knows how long the Deathvine has floated along on the breezes above Slime Lake or even how many of them there are, least of all the Deathvine itself. Flying with its dextrous wings and holding most of its vines in roughly humanoid shape, along with vines trailing out from its lower end it can look like the classic depiction of the skeletal robed embodiment of death from ancient human lore. The blackened scythe it carries does nothing to lessen the image's shock value either.
A couple times a year while flying through the dusky air, just before a rain, a plume of seeds drift out of the Deathvine's wings to be scattered by the oncoming stormwinds. Nobody that has ever seen this knows whether it has gender, and as far as anyone knows it is too dangerous to study.
Wild animals do well to stay out of vines reach as its poison and electrical cell structure takes it off the menu for just about everything.
Deathvine does get lonely every once in a while and so seeks out the other talking races for company. Since the ability to talk doesn't make a race intelligent, only slightly ammusing. So it sought out others that the big groups of "talky races" didn't like either.
Staying mostly in "guise" it found one of those scary metal and plastic things that didn't immediately try to throw metal or fire at it, and instead wanted to talk a while. Later others joined the campfire at night, some thanks to its emathic ability to calm their emotions and some not. The giant armadillo-thing wasn't really too talkative but would still laugh at jokes and smile in a friendly way at Deathvine, which it found it liked quite a bit.[/sblock]