Russet Currentrunner

Lake-boat sailors often share tales of this massive, underwater predator. When deep in their cups, they describe it as a mountain lion but covered in dull, copper scales instead of fur. Thin tendrils take the place of its whiskers, and serrated gills provided a fair imitation of fur-tuffs along its throat. Sailors say that the sleek carnivore will leap from the water and snatch unwary crew right off of the deck. Worse, if one feels especially onrey it'll tear apart smaller vessels with startling ease and shred those aboard into chum.

Russet Currentrunner

Huge beast, unaligned

Armor Class 16 (natural)

Hit Points 68 (8d12 + 16)

Speed 40ft

Swim 60ft

Str 18 Dex 16 Con 15 Int 4 Wis 11 Cha 5

Damage Immunities Lightning

Senses darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 10

Languages-

Challenge 4 (1100 XP)

Amphibious.

The currentrunner can breathe air and water.

Pounce.

If the currentrunner moves at least 20 feet straight toward a creature and then hits it with a claw attack on the same turn, that target must succeed on a DC 14 Strength saving throw or be knocked prone. If the target is prone, the currentrunner can make one bite attack against it as a bonus action.

Siege Monster.

The currentrunner deals double damage to objects and structures.

Actions

Multiattack.

The currentrunner makes a bite and a claws attack as one action.

Bite.

Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5ft., one target. Hit: 8 (1d8 + 4) piercing damage. The target is Grappled (escape DC 14) if it is a Huge or smaller creature and the russet currentrunner doesn't have another creatures Grappled.

Claws.

Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 10ft., one target. Hit: 11 (2d6 + 4) slashing damage

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