Medium Or Small Humanoid, Lawful Evil
Armor Class 16 Breastplate
Hit Points 70 (8d8 + 34)
Speed 40 ft.
STR
18 (+4)
DEX
16 (+3)
CON
14 (+2)
INT
14 (+2)
WIS
14 (+2)
CHA
10 (+0)
Saving Throws DEX +6, WIS +5
Skills Athletics +7, Perception +5, Stealth +6
Damage Resistances Bludgeoning, Piercing, and Slashing from Nonmagical Attacks
Condition Immunities Blinded, Deafened
Senses Passive Perception 15
Languages Common
Challenge 5 (1,800 XP)
Proficiency Bonus +3
Actions

Rebuke Disk (Quantity: 3). Ranged Attack Roll: (+6 to hit) range 60 ft. The Adjudicator can use an action to throw one Rebuke Disk. 

Multiattack. The guard makes two attacks, using Javelin or Longsword in any combination.

Heavy Crossbow. Ranged Attack Roll: +6, range 100/400 ft. Hit: 12 (2d8+3) Piercing damage.

Longsword. Melee Attack Roll: +7, reach 5 ft. Hit: 15 (2d10 + 4) Slashing damage.

Noble Retort. The Adjudicator takes a defensive stand & braces itself against enemy advance until the beginning of its next turn. While the Adjudicator is braced, it can make an opportunity attack against any creature that enters its reach for the first time on a turn. In addition, it can take up to three reactions per round but no more than one per turn.

Description

The crowd parts before them without a word. At first glance they resemble guards, but only at first.

Six figures march in lockstep down the muddy street, their dark uniforms immaculate despite the filth of Vallaki. Long black coats fall nearly to their boots, reinforced with leather straps and polished steel plates etched with unfamiliar geometric sigils. Their movements are precise, mechanical, as if each step had been practiced a thousand times. Their faces are hidden behind matte iron masks. The masks bear no expression—only narrow eye slits covered by dark smoked lenses. Brass tubes disappear beneath high collars and connect to strange apparatuses mounted behind their ears. Every piece of their equipment seems purpose-built, not for war, but for control.

At each Adjudicator's belt hangs a collection of restraints: manacles, chains, weighted cords, and curious black discs the size of a man's palm. The discs are engraved with concentric circles and tiny silver runes that seem to shift when viewed from the corner of the eye.

The air around them feels wrong. Not dangerous. Suppressive. As though the world itself is holding its breath. One of the Adjudicators pauses. The dark lenses of its mask turn toward your group. Not a word is spoken. Yet you cannot shake the feeling that you have already been judged.

 

Habitat: Urban

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