Creatures Statted #2

The Grand Phantom Maliboro

Beast Compsites:
Beholder, Assassin Vine, Phantom Fungus, Shambling Mound

Properties:
Eye Rays (Dominate Monster, Dominate Person, Disintegrate, Fear, Finger of Death, Flesh to Stone, Inflict Critical Wounds, Sleep, Slow, Telekenisis)
Anti-Magic Cone, Forest Cloaking, Low-light Vision, Darkvision, Immune to all poisons and diseases, Telepathy 100 ft.

Newly Added:
Elemental Resistance 20 all, Immune to Acid, Putrid Breath, Spore Cannon, Spell Resistance 33, Tanglefoot Spit

Creature Statistics: Creature Statistics Modifiers:
Strength: 16 +3
Consitiution: 26 +8
Dexterity: 26 +8
Intellegence: 30 +10
Wisdom: 16 +3
Charisma: 16 +3

Saves:
Will Save: 32 + 3 (35)
Fortitude Save: 32 + 8 (40)
Reflex Save: 32 + 8 (40)

Detailed Statistics:
Hit Dice: 32d10 + 244 (404 average 564 max)
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Size: Huge
Inititive: +20
Speed: 60ft/round, up to 80ft/round if in swamplands or canopied forest (standard enviroment to encounter this creature)
Climb Speed: 50ft/round
Armor Class: 35
Spell Resistance: 37
Elemental Resistance: 20 to Fire, Cold and Electricity, Immune to Acid
Base Attack Bonus: +37 Close Range, +39 Long Range
Grapple Bonus: +60
Attacks: Eye Stocks, Anti-magic Cone, Spore Cannon, Tanglefoot Spit, +5 Evil Vines, Entangle, Constrict, Sweep, Crush, Phantoms Infection
Weapons: +5 Evil Vines
Sweep 3d6 + 8 - +10 (8 Close, 10 Long)
Constrict 4d8 +8 - +10 / Round / Target
Crush 4d12 +8 - +10

Feats:
Improved Inititive (+4 Inititive Roll)
Improved Unarmed Strike
Improved Grapple
Toughness (+1 HP per level)
Grenadier
Epic Toughness (x1)
Spectral Skirmisher
Leap of the Heavens
Epic Ambusher
Havister of Souls (2d6 HP Healed when a foe is killed in melee)

Type of Creature:
"Secret" Big Bad (hints are dropped throughout the campaign hinting that this creature exists, how the DM does that is up to them, there will be some story details about this creature listed after is appearence/enterence section)
Ambush Preditor
An Experiment gone horribly wrong.

Challenge Rating 34

Spore Cannon:
Deals 5d6 for 1 - 5 Rounds, leaves Phantoms Insanity (diesease), as well it leaves an air borne toxin. Both the toxin and disease will be listed below.

Tanglefoot Spit:
Slows movement Speed down to 1/2 normal if you are carefully moving through it, DC 25 Balance Check to move normally, if failed the character must spend the next 2 rounds getting up. 25 foot spread all around (5 Squares in all directions)

Putrid Breath:
This rank breath attack deals both 1d6 Strength damage and 1d6 Dexterity damage, as well the target must make 2 fortitude saves the first against petrification, if that one is successful the second must be made against death. The second save is only needed if the first save was successful.

Phantoms Insanity:
Initial Damage deals 1d10 Wisdom damage as well as 1d6 Constitution damage and can cause blindness. The secondary save requires a 5 round incubation period and is what gave this disease it's name, for if you fail the second save, you go insane.

Spore Toxin:
This toxin is airborn and deals 2d6 initial strength and 1d6 secondary strength.

Phantoms Infection:
This does no initial damage and cannot be used on a mobile creature. The Assassain Vine within The Phantom Maliboro stabs into your body and injects some spore pods inside of you, that can be used on will of The Phantom can explode and instantly kill the person by obliterating their insides, or it can be used to turn the creature into a spawn of The Phantom, with far less stats and only after a 1 month incubation period does it happen. As well the creature is enslaved, they have their conciousness but they cannot do anything about it, they are simply a viewer in the back of their own mind, they have no control and they know it until they turn or die. When they are turned, the beastial half of the mind devours the persons mind.

Appearence/Enterence Made by the Creature:
As you progress through the swampy woods to face down the black dragon you have been hired to kill you see many rotting corpses of much larger creatures than what a black dragon would hunt, as well you get the feeling of being watched you occasionally see something move out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn to see what it might have been, it is always gone. As you arrive at the beasts lair, you are shocked to see that it is nothing but a pile of bones with the same strange vines growing over it as you have seen all throughout this forest. As you try to move towards it's lair to gather up what would be the creatures hoarde, you find yourselfs stuck in a strange and sticky goo that is nothing of the bog that you had encountered earlier.

And suddenly it strikes, spore pods explode all around you as your comrades start coughing, some of them fall to the ground unable to stand any longer as the strange vines quickly attach to their freshly fallen coarpse, it is then that you realize that something was out there, and you just fell into it's trap. By the time you get your senses together to try and find where the spores had exploded from, you turn to find your comrades attacking each other. You try to reach them but it is far to late, by the time you get to them they fall to the ground, dead from either the toxin or disease that plauged their body, or from the wounds they suffered when attacking each other. By the time you turn around to draw your weapon, it's already to late, the vines have started to creep up your legs pinning you in place as the beast lands infront of you.

It's huge, standing over 20 feet tall, it's breath rank with all kinds of things that you really don't want to know about, but fear that you soon will. It was the perfect preditor, you never saw it coming and for it's size it hid perfectly in the forest. It had the body of a shambling mound that got mixed in with a beholder as it has the eye stocks and one big main eye. It has two large spore pods on either side of it's body and the body is covered in the same strange vines that grow all over the forest.

As it inhales you know that you are going to die, but no matter what you do, you cannot seem to escape that dread feeling of that main eye staring into your soul, almost as if it is drawing you in, hypnotizing you. When you fall victum to this creatures spell, you have truly fallen, as you have become the unfortunate soul that will lure the beasts next group of prey to it as the vines stab all into your body, injecting a deadly poison into your body. You know your going to die, but not until you do what this creature bids of you.

Lore/Story used by the Creator:
Ok, so this little section is for all of you cruel cruel DM's out there that just want to cause absolute havoc on your party, or maybe the party has caused you a major headache by making all shit hit the fan, but here is a creature to use! This thing is one of my pride and joy creatures, and I don't say that very often, believe me. This is one creature I have spent days of work on, getting all of the details perfect so that it could be a useable creature for a campaign.

Now then, onto the important part: The Lore behind this creature.
This is my personal recommendation as it is the way I plan on having it being created in my campaign I've built to use this creature in. It started out harmless enough, a few different creatures and a scientest that had been experimenting with gene splicing.

A sample of Assassin Vine, a tamed beholder (as hard as that is to believe it happened) as well as a captured Phantom Fungus and Shambling Mound. Well, that scientist had slowly gone insane over time and he also had great magical abilities, after all that's what Arch Mages do after all. When he put all of the creatures into one area, obviously the beholder dominated two of them, but the assassin vine, had attatched itself to the Shambling mound and began to grow off of it. It was then that the Arch Mage had an idea, he would combine them all into one creature! It was perfect, and couldn't fail. He spent weeks taking bits and pieces from all of the creatures and trying to find a way to make a living breathing creation, he had done it before, though most of them had been abject failures that "accidently" got loose on the town he was in, leaving hero's to do his mop up work for him. After nearly a year of nothing, no good creature, no real progress, only a few failed creatures that "accidently" got loose, until finally, the one creation he had started with almost a year ago opened it's main eye and let out a bone chilling howl. He had fused the beholder onto the shambling mound which had taken some assassin vine as additional roots, as it Phantom Fungus's spore pods had been mounded on either side of the creature. The creature stood up, it stood on 4 legs and had no clear way to use anything for arms, however the assassin vine that had melded with the shambling mound and phantom fungus had mutated and was insanly strong now, even the beholder seemed to be far more powerful than it had been before, he could actually feel the anti-magic cone affecting his own magic and the Arch Mage was baffled by this, as he moved closer to examine his specimen, the containment facility it had been held in, suddenly vanished and the beast rose to it's full height and ensnared the man within it's many tendrils. The forest nearby to the town would be the perfect place to the creature to flee to as it slowly abosrbed the energies and life force of the man that created it.

He was such a fool.

The creature was far more intellegent than it's creator had given it credit for. It had taken life quite quickly, but needed time to gather it's strength, for the process of creating an entirely new body and conciousness took time. The fool who had created lost a contest of wills when he was sleeping and fell under the perfect illiusion, the creature roamed free throughout the area, gathering information while the man was creating failure after failure, after all that is what he was told to do.

While in the forest this creature delved deeper and deeper into the heart of it, forcing out all other creatures, those that didn't manage to escape were devoured as it began to grown an extention of it's entire body throughout the forest, the assassin vine was the lethal additive and made for the perfect ambush weapon. Within a month, nothing moved within that forest without the Phantom Maliboro knowing about it. The creature had chosen to take that name itself, and quite like the ring of it. After all it moved through the forest like a phantom and the Maliboro was a beast of myth that had many eyes, was plant like and extermly dangerous. It had quickly learned of the great wyrm black dragon Kurnoc lurking within it's territory. The Phantom had established where the creature was, how deep into the swamp it's lair was, and even the entire outlook of it's lair simply by growing it's vines through it all. It took no time at all for the beast to make a name for itself in the area and served as a perfect lure for prey for some time however The Phantom grew tired of the beasts arrogance and confronted it.

You steal my prey Kurnoc, I've had more than enough, I warn you one more time, take not which is mine, or your body shall become apart of this land and myself.

Kurnoc thought that the threat was trivial and continued in his ways, that was his fatal error. The Phantom had even warned him of it, and yet still the fool broke the rules that The Phantom had so graceously allowed it to have. This time The Phantom confronted the beast face to face, though not un-prepared. He had blasted his spore cannons fully emptying their pods while the beast was away, the toxin took quick effect once it got back as did the disease, though it had resisted the insanity. When Kurnoc dared to confront The Phantom, it just laughed at him. Mocking the beast from inside it's head.

What's the matter? Feeling under the weather? Tell me, have you felt your mind slip away from you yet?

That caused something within Kurnoc to snap, as it blasted it's breath upon The Phantom, but once again that mocking laughter rang in Kurnoc's head.

You are such a foolish beast. I'm done with you, return to your lair, you can still be of some use to me.

It was already to late, Kurnoc had fallen under The Phantom's control, he did as he was bid, and died there, infront of his lair, feeding The Phantom and his terrifying story brought a group of foolish hero's to try and slay the dragon, but they were not prepared for The Phantom Maliboro's ambush. He killed all but one of those hero's, the one he left alive, he injected with the assassin vine that would cause him to die upon The Phantoms will, he would serve as the bait, luring hero's to The Phantom with stories of a terrifying black dragon who holds a grand treasure.

And that, is how The Phantom Maliboro came to be, as it is the one created is nearing it's 1,000th year, and still not succuming to anything, after all it has absorbed the live of millions of creatures and has never been seen by anybody except for the 1 survivor he allows per group to lure the next group to him.

Over time, he evolved, became stronger he grew a special toxin within itself, knowing that eventually it would need another to take it's place, for it was not immortal. The toxin allowed for it to enthrall an immoblized creature and control them completly, if he had no more use for them he'd use the toxic spores in their body to kill them, but he found out eventually those spores develop and take over the host, creating new Maliboro's that all come to join The Grand Phantom as they reviered it to be.