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Lesionnaire



Short and sickly, a lesionnaire wears armor encrusted with dried discharge from a myriad of festering wounds on which stray direflies feast. The fey carries a rectangular shield emblazoned with the crest of the Fallowfields; a human skull splitting open like an over-ripe pumpkin. Greasy, yellow hair spills around an angular face and pointed ears, its pale skin dotted with feverish flush and a sheen of cold sweat. The black-tooth soldier comes armed with a grimace and grime-caked short sword. If the blade doesn’t slay its prey, the sepsis will.

Tithe of Suffering. Once, the Duke of Autumn’s End served a different archfey but the devious bastard overthrew his rival, claimed the land for his own, and dubbed it the Fallowfields. At first, the local army refused to accept defeat and waged a protracted guerrilla war against the usurper. However, as the land and lord became one sickness swept through all that lived there, even the ardent rebels. As scores succumbed the leaders surrendered in hope of mercy. But mercy is not something that lives in Lord Fallowfield’s rotten heart. Instead, he ‘graciously’ allows them to stave off death as long as they continue taking lives under his banner.

Rebellious Spark. In spite of their wretched states and warped souls some lesionnaires still remember a time when they stood for something other than blasphemy and sorrow. Either that or their disdain for their master gets the better of them. Either way, many a lesionnaire has secretly worked to foil the Duke’s plans. Whether that is letting a key bit of information slip in the wrong ear, or ‘accidentally’ placing dungeon keys within reach of heroes, they delight in thumbing their leprous noses at Lord Fallowfields, as long as they are sure they won’t get caught.

Lesionnaire

Medium fey, neutral evil

Armor Class 14 (leather armor, sheild)

Hit Points 32(5d8+10)

Speed 30ft

Str 14 Dex 12 Con 15 Int 10 Wis 12 Cha 11

Damage Immunities necrotic

Senses darkvision 60ft, passive Perception 11

Languages Common, Sylvan

Challenge 2 (450 XP)

Cloying Seepage.

Any creature other than a lesionnaire that starts its turn within 5 feet of the lesionnaire must succeed on a DC 12 Constitution saving throw or be stunned until the start of the creature's next turn. On a successful saving throw, the creature is immune to the cloying seepage of all lesionnaires for 1 hour. Creatures that do not breathe or are immune to the poisoned condition are unaffected.

Shield Wall.

If the lesionnaire is within 5ft of an ally and neither is incapacitated, both it and its ally gain +1 AC.

Actions

Multiattack.

The lesionnaire makes two melee attacks.

Septic Shortsword

Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 6(1d6+2) piercing damage. In addition, the creature must make a save against Harvest Rot, Constitution save DC 12, see below

Exhalation of Frailty (Recharge on a long or short rest).

Creatures within 10ft of the lesionnaire must make a DC 12 Constitution save or deal half-damage with melee weapon attacks for the next minute. At the end of of each of the target’s turns, it can make another Constitution saving throw against this effect. On success, the effect ends. Lesionnaires, creatures that do not breathe, or are immune to the poisoned condition are unaffected.

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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