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Hugh Humerus




Carved from bone instead of wood, this puppet's head is a grinning, crescent moon. A stylized pompadour forming the top point and a cartoonish chin makes the bottom. He wears a red and gold jesters outfit that doesnt detract with his human-sized hands with fingertips sharpened razor-fine. While he is a silent creature, Hugh Humerus emotes as if he is telling jokes or reciting funny tales as he assails his prey with psychic attacks. When that fails, or he wants to gather fresh bones, those claws are employed.

Hugh Humerus

Tiny Construct, chaotic evil

Armor Class 15 (natural armor)

28 (8d4 + 8)

 Speed 10 ft

Str 14 Dex 17 Con 12 Int 7 Wis 8 Cha 14

Damage Resistances bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing from nonmagical attacks that aren't adamantine

Condition Immunities charmed, frightened

Sensesdarkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 9

Languages understands Common but cannot speak

Challenge 2 (450 XP)

Bone Deep.

Hugh Humerus can hide in a humanoid corpse's chest. If the construct does so, it has total cover and the corpse provides no clue Hugh Humerus hides within.


Actions

Multiattack.

Hugh Humerus makes two attacks.

Claws.

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

Side Splitter.

Ranged Spell Attack: +4 to hit, range 60 ft., one target. Hit: 6 (1d8+2) psychic damage. A creature must succeed on a DC 12 Charisma save or be overcome with laughter and restrained until the end of its next turn.

Reactions

Funny Bone.

Hugh Humerus moves 30ft closer to a restrained creature.
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