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Relict Minion: Tallow Luminary




In its natural form, a tallow is a humanoid figure of around six feet in height with blocky features. Its waxen skin holds an oily sheen, broken here and there by a wire framework beneath. Its hair is nothing more than a mess of candle wicks, and its eyes are glazed marbles. While the tallow is genderless it adopts whatever sex The Relict assigns to it and dress accordingly. When the construct assumes the appearance of another race its pallid flesh bubbles and pops while reshaping into what it desires.

The eldest of the tallow, luminaries enjoy a mastery of their innate magic approaching that of the Relict herself. They either serve as Mother's personal guard, or manage an entire kingdom's tallow population why the Relict is away. Most find wearing a mortal mask distasteful, preferring their unnatural form unless absolutely necessary. The Relict allows this personality quirk, feeling that the most mature of her progeny have earned the right to be themselves.

Unquenchable Flame. The luminary enjoys a level of control over flame which invokers across the realm envy. Their preternatural connection to an alien fire allows them to manifest a flaming weapon with impunity, and repay slights in battle with searing pain. Strangely, they can also temporarily burn their essence away from the weave of reality which renders them immune to divining magic. Luminaries also share a deranged fascination of fire and often become serial arsonists and cover their abodes in everburning candles and lanterns.

Tallow Luminary

medium construct, lawful evil

Armor Class 16 (natural armor)

Hit Points 115 (14d8 + 52)

Speed 30ft

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

Saving Throws Str +6, Con +6

Skills Deception +6, History +3, Perception +3

Condition Immunities charmed, exhaustion, frightened, paralyzed, petrified, poisoned

Damage Immunities fire, poison

Damage Resistances bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing from nonmagical attacks

Senses darkvision 60ft, passive Perception 13.

Languages common, ignan.

Challenge 7 (1800 XP)

Amorphous:

The Tallow can move through a space as narrow as 1 inch wide without squeezing.

Ever Burning:

The tallow luminary does not need to maintain concentration on a Flame Blade spell that it casts. Once case its Flame Blade spell cannot be dispelled.

Innate Spellcasting:

The tallow is a 7th level spellcaster. The tallow can innately cast without needing spell components, Its innate spellcasting ability is Charisma (DC 14, +6 to hit with spells.)

At will: create bonefire, firebolt, produce flame

3/day: burning hands, hellish rebuke

1/day: flame blade, nondetection

Subsume:

The tallow can absorb a tiny piece of equipment into its body, or take a subsumed piece of equipment out of its body as a bonus action.

Surprise Attack:

If the tallow surprises a creature and hits it with an attack during the first round of combat, the target takes an extra 7 (2d6) damage from the attack.

Actions

Multiattack:

The luminary makes two attacks as one action.

Dagger:

Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5ft., one target. Hit: 6 (1d4 + 3) piercing damage.

Flame Blade:

Melee Spell Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5ft., one target. Hit: 14 (4d6) fire damage.

Malleable Features.

As an action, the tallow can transform its appearance or revert to its natural form. This cannot exactly duplicate an individual but grants the tallow advantage on Deception checks to imitate an individual or conceal its true nature. When the tallow dies it reverts to its natural form. If a tallow suffers 5 or more fire damage in a single attack it reverts to its natural form until the start of its next turn, at which point its transformed appearance re-solidifies.

The tallow can assume a shape that is either Medium or Small. It can change its weight, facial features, the sound of its voice, hair length and any other distinguishing characteristics. It can appear as a member of any humanoid race, though its statistics never change. Its clothing and other equipment do not change.

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