Resin-Crested Prowler
Folklore speaks of a shadow that smells like burnt sugar. Merchants of the Golden Wheel know better: they call it the Tax of the Resin. It is a creature born of negligence, a sentinel of the very cargo it seeks to consume.
Resin-Crested Prowler
Combat
AC 15 · HP 104 · HardResin-Crested Prowler
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- Role
- Boss/Elite Hunter
- Built for
- Level 4 to 5
Gear
- Resin-Clotted Collar (Trinket, 25 gp)A heavy iron collar fused with amber. Suggests the beast was once owned.
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Tactics
Opening
The Prowler leaps from the trees or the roof of a wagon, targeting the player holding the brightest light source.
Mid-fight
It uses Resin Slick to divide the party, then uses its climb speed to circle around the difficult terrain and attack backline casters.
End of the fight
If reduced to below 30 HP, it becomes Reckless, gaining advantage on attacks but granting it to enemies, desperate to kill the source of the resin smell.
Retreat
The Prowler will not retreat if the Golden Wheel's resin cargo is present. If the cargo is removed, it flees at 20 HP.
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Ecology
A massive, panther-like beast standing six feet at the shoulder. Its fur is matted with black, iridescent oil that leaks constantly from its tear ducts. Jagged, translucent amber crystals sprout from its spine and shoulders like a crown of thorns. Its eyes glow with a dull, sickly yellow light.
Behavior
It is hyper-aggressive and twitchy, reacting violently to sudden movements and bright lights. It stalks its prey from the shadows, utilizing the terrain to strike and retreat.
How it lives
Originally a mountain lion, it was transformed by consuming the 'Sun-Drop Resin' spilled during a Golden Wheel caravan crash. It now requires the substance to soothe its burning internal organs.
Lair
The Prowler dens in 'The Resin Grotto,' a cave where the walls are coated in flammable, hardened sap and the floor is a sticky trap for the unwary.
- Habitat
- Deep forests, mountain passes, and sites of alchemical spills
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Lore
Folklore speaks of a shadow that smells like burnt sugar. Merchants of the Golden Wheel know better: they call it the Tax of the Resin. It is a creature born of negligence, a sentinel of the very cargo it seeks to consume.
What drives it
Consumed by a chemically induced hunger for the Golden Wheel's cargo.
After the fight
The cargo is safe, but the ground is permanently stained with black oil. The party's gear is sticky and smells of resin for weeks, making stealth slightly harder until professionally cleaned.
“Merchants of the Golden Wheel know better: they call it the Tax of the Resin.”
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