Huge Fey, Typically Chaotic Evil
Armor Class 16 Natural Armor
Hit Points 177 (25d12 + 8)
Speed 70 ft.
STR
18 (+4)
DEX
14 (+2)
CON
16 (+3)
INT
12 (+1)
WIS
7 (-2)
CHA
25 (+7)
Damage Vulnerabilities Poison
Damage Resistances Cold, Fire, Psychic
Condition Immunities Charmed
Senses Darkvision 120 ft., Passive Perception 8
Languages understands all languages but can’t speak
Challenge 8 (3,900 XP)
Proficiency Bonus +3
Actions

Vine Smash. Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 15 ft., one target. Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) bludgeoning damage plus 10 (3d6) fire damage.

Merriment Curse. When a creature receives a gift from the Cheereater. The creature must succeed on a DC 12 Charisma saving throw or become cursed. The cursed target must repeat the saving throw every hour. On a success the creature's Charisma is unaffected but remains cursed on a failure the creature loses 1 point of Charisma, as its personality becomes duller and emotionless.  When the cursed target’s Charisma becomes 2, it dies, and its body becomes a cold soulless husk. Casting remove curse, greater restoration, or a similar spell on the target before their death can end the curse. Doing so undoes the changes made to the target by the curse.  The Cheereater may keep the curse at bay on any creature and prevent the saving throw from being cast. It parasitically feeds on those it has cursed and tends to keep its food alive.

 

Bonus Actions

Yuletide Visage. The Cheereater may set itself alight allowing its attacks do do additional fire damage as well as cause those who deal melee damage to it receive (1d8) fire damage recoil.

Description

Beware the jingle of the merry bells 

For they foretell of yon winters approach

Choose to weather its cold biting embrace

Eat not of his feast or take gifts in haste

 

Lest you become like village days past

Welcoming his cheery wooded visage

Partook of his feast to shun winter's blight

Accepted gifts of steel, spells, gold, and spice

A seven day of merry ice warding dance

Till yon forests boughs hide his kindness bis

 

 

But times of cheer last not for days long aft

Yet doldrums return like winter frost creeps

And never return would the joys of spring

Despite warmth and harvest of foods it bring

For the ample beast in woody lair feasts 

On the laughter of child and smiles of man

 

Till colds return new villages he approach

The Cheereater, a fey man eating loach

Habitat: Forest

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