| Mod | Save | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| STR | 9 | −1 | −1 |
| DEX | 14 | +2 | +2 |
| CON | 14 | +2 | +4 |
| Mod | Save | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| INT | 16 | +3 | +3 |
| WIS | 12 | +1 | +3 |
| CHA | 15 | +2 | +2 |
Traits
Cursed Bloodline
When the Crypt Lord drops to 0 HP, he does not die. Instead, he immediately begins Phase 2 (Crimson Lord).
Grave-Bound Focus
While at least one Coffin Crawler is alive, the Crypt Lord has advantage on Concentration checks.
Spellcasting
Spell save DC 14, +6 to hit
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Summon Coffin Crawlers (Recharge 5–6).
The Crypt Lord summons undead servitors from nearby coffins, sarcophagi, or cracks in the stone. The Crypt Lord summons a number of Coffin Crawlers equal to
Summon Count.The Coffin Crawlers appear in unoccupied spaces within 30 feet of the Crypt Lord, act on their own initiative immediately after the Crypt Lord, and remain until destroyed or until the Crypt Lord enters his second form.
Grave Bolt.
Ranged Spell Attack:
+5 to hit, range 60 ft., one target.
Hit:
Necrotic Damage necrotic damage.
Spell Attack bonus +6
Spellcasting
Spell save DC 14, +6 to hit
At will: Chill touch, Minor Illusion
2/day: Ray of Sickness, Cause Fear
1/day: False Life (2nd-level)
Bonus Actions
Mist Step (Bonus Action)
The Crypt Lord magically teleports up to 30 ft, leaving behind a swirl of mist.
Obscuring Grave Mist (Recharge 5-6) (Bonus Action)
A 20-ft-radius sphere of thick grey mist appears (as fog cloud).
The Crypt Lord can see through this mist. it lasts for 1 round. Attacks against the Crypt lord are made at Dissadvantage whilst within the fog
Phase Transition (Cinematic Moment)
When reduced to 0 HP:
The Crypt Lord staggers, clutching his chest—then his ribs split outward.
Grey flesh tears free as bone reshapes, wings unfurl, and his scream becomes something inhuman.
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He immediately regains 45 HP
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All active mist dissipates
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Any remaining Coffin Crawlers crumble into ash
Description
Crypt Lord
The Crypt Lord appears as a refined nobleman preserved beyond his natural years. He carries himself with practiced confidence, his posture straight and movements deliberate. His attire consists of dark, once-lavish garments adorned with muted jewelry and funerary finery that speaks to old wealth and long-held power.
His pale features are composed and untouched by decay, his expression calm and controlled. When he speaks, his voice is soft and measured, carrying the certainty of someone accustomed to being obeyed. A faint chill follows him, and thin mist clings to the ground at his feet when he lingers.
There is no obvious sign of corruption upon him, yet his presence feels wrong. His life has been unnaturally prolonged through forbidden rites and a cursed bloodline. He does not act with urgency or hunger. He waits, confident that all things will eventually fall into his possession.
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