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Bauta Devil




The bauta's eyeless and mouthless skull is polished to the point of gleaming like a porcelain mask. In fact, it is not uncommon for the infernal visage to be mistaken as such. Clad in a great coat of inky-black fabric the devil carries a truncheon of hell-forged iron and a shield emblazoned with the King of Fool's judging gaze.

Tyrant's Bloody Hand. Bauta devils are attracted to any despot struggling to enforce their dictates be they devil or mortal; monarch or theocrat. Compelled to enforce the law in the move violent way possible the skull-faced fiends manifest out of the ethereal plane and beat the surprised troublemakers until they surrender or perish all while spouting orders in infernal. Then the devils disappear back into the ethereal plane and let local authorities clean up the mess.

Bauta

mediul devil, lawful evil

Armor Class 15 (natural armor)

Hit Points 45 (7d8+14)

Speed 30ft

Str 14 Dex 12 Con 15 Int 6 Wis 16 Cha 8

Skills Perception +5

Damage Immunities poison

Condition Immunities Blinded, Charmed, Frightened, Poisoned

Senses blindvision 60ft, passive Perception 15.

Languages infernal

Challenge 2 (450 XP)

Ethereal Sight.

The bauta can see 60 ft. into the Ethereal Plane when it is on the Material Plane, and vice versa.

Actions

Truncheon:

Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 5 (1d6+2) bludgeoning damage.

Shield Bash:

Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 4 (1d4+2) bludgeoning damage.In addition, the creature must succeed on a DC 12 Strength check or be pushed 5ft away from the Bauta.

Curse of Weeping:

The bauta targets a creature it can see within 15ft and assails it with an eye-searing sigil. The creature must succeed on a DC 12 Constitution save or be blinded for the next minute. At the end of each turn, the creature may repeat this save, the effect ending on success.

Etherealness.

The bauta enters the Ethereal Plane from the Material Plane, or vice versa. It is visible on the Material Plane while it is in the Border Ethereal, and vice versa, yet it can't affect or be affected by anything on the other plane.

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