Tumeroid

(Encounter Level: 7 - 9)  

Monster Type

Undead

Strength

3d6

Hitpoints

8d10 (average: 44)

Intelligence

2d4

Alignment

Satanic

Wisdom

2d4

Attacks

3/1

Faith

2d4

Parries

0/1

Dexterity

3d6

BatCh

14

Constitution

2d6

Base AC

4

Charisma

1d4

Movement (Run)

8//

Comeliness

1

Movement (Fly)

-

Sense Presence

10 //

Movement (Swim)

-

Lowlight/Infravision

 

Movement (Burrow)

-

Detect Motion Vectors

 

Spirit Points

2d4 + 7 (average: 12)

Number per encounter

1 to 4

Empathic Rating

0%

Frequency

Common

Empathic Resistance

0%

Size Class

5

 

Base Saving Throws

 

Save vs. Poison

Na

Save vs. Death Magic

Na

Save vs. System Shock

12

Save vs. Magical Weapon

12

Save vs. Spiritual Power

12

Save vs. Area Effect

12

Save vs. Sleep/Charm

Na

Attacks/Defenses: Disease Touch: 1d8. The victim must make a Save vs. System Shock or contract a Localized Infection. On a Critical Success, the Victim must also make a Save vs. System Shock or contract Undead Spiral. Note that the Tumeroid regains hitpoints equal to the amount of damage dealt by this attack - not surprisingly, they seek out victims with plenty of hitpoints to feed their hunger.

Plague Cloud: Upon destruction, a Tumeroid collapses and begins to break apart. A cloud of horrid filth erupts from the body. Everyone within melee range of the Tumeroid must make a Save vs. System Shock or suffer 3d6 points of damage from the choking fumes.

Weakness: Take double damage from Fire attacks and Silver. Takes 1d6 points of damage per round exposed to sunlight or light of a similar intensity.

Description: Tumeroids are spontaneously created Undead that have been formed from the magic of the Well of Dead Life. These horrors shamble about the woods, exchanging illness for health. Some dark Priests have attempted to use them as weapons, but this idea failed, though it did unfortunately spread Tumeroids all across Gaianar.

Tumeroids appear as terribly ill humanoids that are cloaked in filthy rags. Their skin is covered with pox marks, and their teeth are always falling out yet somehow growing back. They moan pitiably, yet woe to the fool who tries to offer any aid to these horrors.