Fire Aura. At the start of each of Vyserial's turns, each creature within 5 feet of it takes 10 (3d6) fire damage, and flammable objects in the aura that aren’t being worn or carried ignite. A creature that touches Vyserial or hits him with a melee attack while within 5 feet of it takes 10 (3d6) fire damage.
Magic Resistance. Vyserial has advantage on saving throws against spells and other magical effects.
Magic Weapons. Vyserial's weapon attacks are magical.
Multiattack. Vyserial makes 3 attacks: With his Greatsword.
Longsword. Melee Weapon Attack: +18 to hit, reach 10 ft., one target. Hit: 21 (5d12 + 12) slashing damage plus 13 (3d8) lightning damage. If Vyserial scores a critical hit, it rolls damage dice three times, instead of twice.
Teleport. Vyserial magically teleports, along with any equipment it is wearing or carrying, up to 120 feet to an unoccupied space it can see.
Vyserial can cast 2 level 9 spells.
Gate meteor swarm power word kill true resurrection imprisonment
3 level 8 spells
feeblemind power word stun
6 level 7 spells
fire storm heal fireball
5 legendary resistances.
3 legendary actions.
1 legendary action to cast a spell
1 legendary action to attack with his greatsword
Description
Vyserial stands as a towering figure, a devil whose very presence warps the air around him with malevolent heat. His dark red skin is etched with black, jagged markings that pulse with infernal energy, like molten cracks running across a mountainside. Massive, bulging muscles ripple beneath his flesh, making him appear more like a force of nature than a mere fiend. His twisted, blackened horns curve menacingly back from his forehead, framing eyes that burn with the fire of the Nine Hells—a fiery orange glow that seems to peer into the souls of those who dare meet his gaze.
Leathery, tattered wings stretch wide from his back, casting shadows like the wings of a great bat, their edges torn and frayed as if from centuries of battle. Despite their wear, the wings remain powerful enough to lift him into the air with ease, carrying him swiftly toward his prey.
Vyserial's mouth is filled with sharp, jagged teeth, his snarl ever-present, a cruel grin that promises torment. His clawed hands are nearly twice the size of a man’s, each finger ending in razor-sharp talons capable of rending armor like parchment. In one hand, he wields an enormous, infernal weapon—a jagged greatsword that glows with the hellish fire of the underworld. The blade itself seems to hum with dark energy, each swing of the weapon capable of splitting stone and scorching the very ground.
The ground cracks and smolders beneath Vyserial's feet, and the air itself trembles as he moves. His voice is a deep, guttural rumble, reverberating with the weight of ancient evil. To face Vyserial is to stand before a living nightmare—a creature of unimaginable strength, relentless malice, and boundless cruelty, forged in the fiery depths of the Hells. Many have tried to challenge him, but none have survived his wrath unscathed.
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