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The Atoned




A seared skeleton covered in cindered flesh, the atoned worships the Immol and atoned for being born by allowing one of the elementals to burn it to death. Its fervor raised the cultist to undeath. In this state it continues to worship the Immol and further their aims. It can gain temporary immunity to fire, but suffers the burn later on. In combat, the atoned wields a stylized torch that looks like a gaping maw.


Atoned

Medium undead, chaotic evil

Armor Class 11

13 (3d8)

Speed 30 ft

Str 10 Dex 13 Con 10 Int 10 Wis 12 Cha 8

Skills Deception +1, Religion +2

Damage Immunities poison

Condition Immunities poisoned

Sensesdarkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 11

Languages Common, understands Ignan but cannot speak it.

Challenge 1 (200 XP)

Dark Devotion.

The atoned has advantage on saving throws against being charmed or frightened.

Actions

Torch.

Melee Weapon Attack: +2 to hit, reach ??? ft., one target. Hit: 2 (1d4) bludgeoning damage plus 2 (1d4) fire damage.

Bonus Actions

Flame Tender (1/long rest).

The atoned becomes immune to fire damage for the next minute. After this time has passed, the atoned must succeed on a DC 12 Wisdom saving throw or take 4 (1d8) fire damage.

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