Suffer not the witch the live. This is the motto that the towering hunter clad in a black cloak and wide-brimmed hat lives by. No one is quite sure what bloodline of giants they came from, nor how they came across their strange abilities. All that really matters though, is the giant's utter hatred of warlocks, who it believes perverts the natural order of things by forging pacts with outsiders. There are many that feel the same and rally to the witchgrinder's cause. Most of those do not realize, however, that the giant grinds his victim's bones to make a special bread that provides him with his mage-hunting abilities. The Witchgrinder Large Giant, lawful evil Armor Class 14 (breastplate) Hit Points 112 (15d10 + 30) Speed 30ft Str 17 Dex 11 Con 15 Int 12 Wis 14 Cha 16 Saving Throws Con +5, Wis +5 Skills Arcana +4, Deception +9, Perception +5, Religion +4 Condition Immunities c...

There is nothing typical about the typical bryne. These coastal terrors are lumbering humanoids with a skin tone close to that of a drowned corpse. Crystal-like deposits of bone and salt erupt from their elbows, knees and shoulders while the rest of their flesh is puckered here and there from barnacle scars and fell branding. Their most disturbing aspect, however, is their fleshless skulls. Some say a bryne’s head resembles a dead horse, others a dead wolf’s and there is an argument to be made for both. While the skull’s shape is general equine the fangs within are wicked and sharp like a dire wolf’s Deep set eyes as black and cold as a shark's ooze off-white ichors and within the fleshy inside of a bryne’s mouth resides a forked tongue capable of speech. The first among bryne wears his age like a cloak of tattered rags. Folds of pock marked skin hang from his limbs, revealing greyed meat in places. At the same time, the crystal formations on his bones are chaotic, jagged, and...

There is nothing typical about the typical bryne. These coastal terrors are lumbering humanoids with a skin tone close to that of a drowned corpse. Crystal-like deposits of bone and salt erupt from their elbows, knees and shoulders while the rest of their flesh is puckered here and there from barnacle scars and fell branding. Their most disturbing aspect, however, is their fleshless skulls. Some say a bryne’s head resembles a dead horse, others a dead wolf’s and there is an argument to be made for both. While the skull’s shape is general equine the fangs within are wicked and sharp like a dire wolf’s Deep set eyes as black and cold as a shark's ooze off-white ichors and within the fleshy inside of a bryne’s mouth resides a forked tongue capable of speech. Serving as tribal cook, leader and high priest, the bryne pestlewarden’s symbol of authority is a large stone pestle passed down from the previous overlord. The pestlewarden takes its duties very seriously and employs a squad...

There is nothing typical about the typical bryne. These coastal terrors are lumbering humanoids with a skin tone close to that of a drowned corpse. Crystal-like deposits of bone and salt erupt from their elbows, knees and shoulders while the rest of their flesh is puckered here and there from barnacle scars and fell branding. Their most disturbing aspect, however, is their fleshless skulls. Some say a bryne’s head resembles a dead horse, others a dead wolf’s and there is an argument to be made for both. While the skull’s shape is general equine the fangs within are wicked and sharp like a dire wolf’s Deep set eyes as black and cold as a shark's ooze off-white ichors and within the fleshy inside of a bryne’s mouth resides a forked tongue capable of speech. While the bryne lurk in coastal waters, only their trawlers enjoy any sort of connection to it. This intimacy is achieved by drowning countless humanoids with their bare hands over decades. Each sacrifice increases the trawle...

There is nothing typical about the typical bryne. These coastal terrors are lumbering humanoids with a skin tone close to that of a drowned corpse. Crystal-like deposits of bone and salt erupt from their elbows, knees and shoulders while the rest of their flesh is puckered here and there from barnacle scars and fell branding. Their most disturbing aspect, however, is their fleshless skulls. Some say a bryne’s head resembles a dead horse, others a dead wolf’s and there is an argument to be made for both. While the skull’s shape is general equine the fangs within are wicked and sharp like a dire wolf’s Deep set eyes as black and cold as a shark's ooze off-white ichors and within the fleshy inside of a bryne’s mouth resides a forked tongue capable of speech. Painted with the fetid blood of its many water-logged victims, the bryne stained eschews all clothing save a loincloth made from shipwrecked sails. Their body is covered from skeletal crown to twisted soles in complex pattern...

There is nothing typical about the typical bryne. These coastal terrors are lumbering humanoids with a skin tone close to that of a drowned corpse. Crystal-like deposits of bone and salt erupt from their elbows, knees and shoulders while the rest of their flesh is puckered here and there from barnacle scars and fell branding. Their most disturbing aspect, however, is their fleshless skulls. Some say a bryne’s head resembles a dead horse, others a dead wolf’s and there is an argument to be made for both. While the skull’s shape is general equine the fangs within are wicked and sharp like a dire wolf’s Deep set eyes as black and cold as a shark's ooze off-white ichors and within the fleshy inside of a bryne’s mouth resides a forked tongue capable of speech. Towering above a shambling squad of zombies, the saltdredge serves the bryne even in death. Yet, there is no honor in being pressed into this sort of service for any of these hated giants. The path to being a saltdredge star...

There is nothing typical about the typical bryne. These coastal terrors are lumbering humanoids with a skin tone close to that of a drowned corpse. Crystal-like deposits of bone and salt erupt from their elbows, knees and shoulders while the rest of their flesh is puckered here and there from barnacle scars and fell branding. Their most disturbing aspect, however, is their fleshless skulls. Some say a bryne’s head resembles a dead horse, others a dead wolf’s and there is an argument to be made for both. While the skull’s shape is general equine the fangs within are wicked and sharp like a dire wolf’s Deep set eyes as black and cold as a shark's ooze off-white ichors and within the fleshy inside of a bryne’s mouth resides a forked tongue capable of speech. Adorned with the remnants of lost vessels and inhabited by a flock of undead albatross, the bryne woemonger takes to the field wielding a reclaimed anchor as a weapon. Driftwood cages serve as shoulder guards for this giant s...

There is nothing typical about the typical bryne. These coastal terrors are lumbering humanoids with a skin tone close to that of a drowned corpse. Crystal-like deposits of bone and salt erupt from their elbows, knees and shoulders while the rest of their flesh is puckered here and there from barnacle scars and fell branding. Their most disturbing aspect, however, is their fleshless skulls. Some say a bryne’s head resembles a dead horse, others a dead wolf’s and there is an argument to be made for both. While the skull’s shape is general equine the fangs within are wicked and sharp like a dire wolf’s Deep set eyes as black and cold as a shark's ooze off-white ichors and within the fleshy inside of a bryne’s mouth resides a forked tongue capable of speech. The bryne gar spear-fishes for men in the similar manner as humanoids sometimes skewer fish. In both cases, each successful cast becomes a meal. The gar wears a loose shirt of rusted-out links, often repaired with the chainm...

There is nothing typical about the typical bryne. These coastal terrors are lumbering humanoids with a skin tone close to that of a drowned corpse. Crystal-like deposits of bone and salt erupt from their elbows, knees and shoulders while the rest of their flesh is puckered here and there from barnacle scars and fell branding. Their most disturbing aspect, however, is their fleshless skulls. Some say a bryne’s head resembles a dead horse, others a dead wolf’s and there is an argument to be made for both. While the skull’s shape is general equine the fangs within are wicked and sharp like a dire wolf’s. Deep set eyes as black and cold as a shark's ooze off-white ichors and within the fleshy inside of a bryne’s mouth resides a forked tongue capable of speech. The bryne define the boundaries of their territory with sea-corroded megaliths along the coastal seabed. When mustered to war, or even a raid on the surface, cromlechs uproot a perimeter marker and carry it into war. These...