A paradoxical horror, the body of this undead creature consists of formless gloom left with a vague impression of squirming limbs while crackling lanterns dangle from a plethora of tendrils sprouting from its top. Within the lanterns, tortured witch-lights burn, tormented faces surfacing within the glow. Unforgiving Light. When the Fiend of the Moors , claimed his territory, he only faced one serious contender for control, an ancient hydra. The two creatures fought for weeks. The accursed ranger couldn’t stunt the growth of the hydra’s head, while the hydra couldn’t stop the vile revenant from rising again. Seeking an end to this stalemate, the Fiend assailed the reptile with a horde of undead beasts. Eventually, the hydra’s lifeforce was overcome by the enervating energies. The corrupted elf came to another obstacle; raising the hydra into his service. Eventually he found a way to bind it being to five will-o-wisps, and command the spectral terror which resulted, thought the la...

Cast in a humanoid shape, this pile of stagnant mud, blighted plants, and many stolen bones it is easy to mistake a Muck Wraith for a giant, undead horror covered in swamp muck. In truth, it is befouled elemental dredged up from a bog’s bottom. It always has a humanoid skull, or three, floating where its head is, arm and finger bones from a variety of beasts in its arms, and leg bits in its legs to maintain this deception. Bottom Feeder. Anxious to gather more undead horrors under his thrall, the Fiend of the Moors , scoured his dank domain for mortal remains he might use to construct a skeleton horde or the like. However, the accursed ranger found he didn't have the arcane skill needed for complex necromancy. At the same time, his mind was already degrading at a rapid pace. What he did discover is that he could corrupt the natural world around him in much the same manner which he'd created, accidently or otherwise, undead beasts. He took the tainted land and mishmash of ...

This long, ferocious reptile bears rigged, crackling scales across its ethereal blue body. Clearly a crocodile, the undead beast reminds one of a will-o-wisp, if one lives long enough after encountering its jaws. Not only do its fangs crush flesh and bone, they lance the prey with electric jolts generated within the wispy crocodile's unliving, ever-hungry core. Lightning on the Water. Once the Fiend of the Moors realized he could raise and resulpt the varied beasts of his domain, the elven horror sought out the largest crocodiles in the bog. Capturing them, though, proved difficult as the ancient reptiles recognized a greater predator and fled whenever the accursed ranger came near. So, the Fiend of The Moors employed will-o-wisps to entrance his targets before slaying them. However, he found when imbuing the crocodiles with unlife, that they came back resembling those vile balls of light. This pleased the bastard even more. Whispy Crocodile Large beas...

Corpulent and putrid, the fen toad was massive in life only to swell up with brackish water, pus, and noisome glass. Its eye, in turn, shriveled to nothing leaving sockets empty save for pin pricks of witch light not unlike will-o-wisps in hue. A purple, sore-covered tongue hands from chapped lips. Deathless Glutton. The first fen toad swallowed the Fiend of the Moors , its poor amphibian brain thought the accursed elf was carrion instead of an undead terror. Instead of carving his way out, the fiend settled in the giant frog's gut and devoured its life force from within. In short order, the creature died. Not long after that, it returned to unlife under the Fiend of the Moor’s control and opened its mouth with all the ease of an inn door. The doomed ranger stepped out and sent the first fen toad out to infect and raise its kin. Fen Toad Large undead, unaligned Armor Class 10 Hit Points 45 (6d10 + 12) ...

The pallid wyrm measures in excess of ten, ragged feet; its scales translucent and the meat beneath nigh-insubstantial. Whether gliding in water, over land, or through solid objects, the serpent is practically silent. Not completely silent, however, as a subtle wheeze comes from the undead snake, though the sound is not ophidian in nature. Instead, it reminds one of the last gasps of a dying man. Clutch of the Grave. The great constrictors of the mire were the first creatures the Fiend of the Moors. were drawn to after his damnation. They were also the first lives he consumed to fuel his undead state. A ranger in life, however, the Fiend learned how to keep enough of the serpents’ souls intact so he might raise them as deathless companions. Like their creature, the slough snakes crave the heat of the living, coiling around their victims, and squeezing until that delicate flame is extinguished. Slough Snake Huge undead, unaligned Arm...

Scuttering along one spindly legs, these crustaceans are covered with a white shells covered in a series of spherical clusters and spines. The middle of its shell contains a mandibled mouth ringed by tiny eyes, while the underside of its ‘head’ envelopes a leech-like mouth. Once they latch onto a creature, the shells slice up the flesh while the legs dig in deep. The clusters make it hard to dislodge the creatures, even more so as they convert a victim’s bones into additional shell. Bloodborne Parasite. These foul beasts began as normal barnacles along a boat hull as the vessel sailed, and then sank in a noisome swamp. Instead of shriveling up and dying, these crustaceans adapted to survive. FIrst they latched onto lesser undead and drained their juices before being discovered by the Fiend of the Moors. The cursed ranger proceeded to breed and refine the profane creatures, gifting them with a thirst for blood only outdone by actual vampires. Like the other corrupted beasts in the ...