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Bilge Cat



A compact frame of mange and muscle, a bilge cat is trained by Fallowfield’s Lesionnaire to aide them in battle. Ridden with disease the intelligent feline’s skin is covered with blacked spots of rot and a wispy memory of hair. Tuffs of fur still hang from its face, and on the tips of of its long, swept-back ears. The cat’s eyes smolder a noxious orange at night and it blackened lips peel away from pitted teeth in a perpetual snarl. The creature can speak, its voice raspy and pained.

Bound by Loyalty. Long before ruination came to the stretch of the Feywild known as Fallowfields the bilge cats, known by a different moniker now lost to the ages, swore an oath of kinship to the armies of the land. They fought alongside the noble fey against the Duke of Autumn’s End and likewise failed against the warlord. When the defeated army swore fealty to Lord Fallowfields the bilge cats’ geas demanded remained at their companions’ side, and the species has suffered greatly for it. The fey beasts hope that one day they will lead the lesionnaires back to the path of honor. With each passing autumn, however, that dream dies a little bit more. One day, the embers will go out forever.

Cats and Dogs. The only thing bilge cats loathe more Lord Fallowfields is a yeth hound. Whenever the two species meet a clash of tooth and claw is inevitable. Neither species can quite say where the blood feud started, and neither actually cares. One thing is for sure, only the most ignorant fey would call both into their service for the violence between the cats and dogs wreck on one another always sweeps up those around them.

Bilge Cat

Small fey, lawful neutral

Armor Class 13

Hit Points 19(3d8+6)

 Speed 30ft

Str 12 Dex 16 Con 15 Int 8 Wis 12 Cha 8

Skills. Athletics +3, Perception +3

Damage Immunities necrotic

Condition Immunities poisoned

Senses darkvision 60ft, passive Perception 14

Languages Common, Sylvan

 Challenge 1 (200 XP)

Pounce.

Pounce: If the bilge cat moves at least 20 ft. straight toward a creature and then hits it with a claw Attack on the same turn, that target must succeed on a DC 12 Strength saving throw or be knocked prone. If the target is prone, the bilge cat can make one bite Attack against it as a Bonus Action.

Actions

Bite

Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 6(1d6+2) piercing damage plus 3(1d6) necrotic damage. In addition, the creature must make a save against Harvest Rot, Constitution save DC 12, see below

Claws

Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 5(1d4+3) slashing damage plus 3(1d6) necrotic damage.

Optional Rule: Harvest Rot. he character has Disadvantage on Dexterity checks and Dexterity saves due to painful buboes covering on their body. Also, any successful attack against the victim deals an additional 2 (1d4) necrotic damage as it also bursts buboes. A creature who dies while infected with Harvest Rot rises the following morning as a Bubonic Drifter. A creature may repeat the Constitution save each day, success ending the disease.

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