Medium Undead, Lawful Evil
License: SRD5 Open Gaming License
Damage Immunities poison
Damage Vulnerabilities bludgeoning
Condition Immunities exhaustion, poisoned
Senses darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 9
Languages understands all languages it knew in life, but can't speak
1/4 (50 XP)
Melee Weapon Attack +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., (one creature) Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) piercing damage.
Ranged Weapon Attack +4 to hit, range 80/320 ft., (one creature) Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) piercing damage.
Perytons take no prisoners, only hearts, to feed on and make baby perytons with.
A young, red-skinned tiefling, with black, twisted horns. His eyes seemed to dance with flame and he always seemed less than sane. He grew up on the streets of Baldur's Gate, and decided to live the life of adventure when he became bored with his comfortable, if difficult, life on the streets.
He went on many adventures, some more than once. His primary plan was always thus:
Fast talk way out of captivity.
Soon after leaving home, he fell in with a group of cultists who were preparing a raid on a small town, so he joined up. This satisfied both steps 1 and 2 of his plan, but he hadn't yet worked out step 3 when he heard the orders come down "loot but you don't get to keep any!" which blew step 4 out of the water.
After that, he met and traveled with a group of adventurers, and decided to stick with them. He realized he couldn't make it on his own by this time, and it seemed they were actually pursuing the cult, and the city they met in was the city the cult was raiding. He proceeded with his normal plan, but this time with some backup! the plan seemed to be working for the most part, these guys could clean up whatever mess he left behind!
This plan served him well, until the fateful evening when the bane of the mountains attacked the caravan he was guarding. Little did he know, while executing step 1, perytons take no prisoners, only hearts, to feed on and make baby perytons with.
He gave his life to protect the merchant who hired him. He will be sorely missed, until the caravan can get to civilization and hire more guards.
Creed has no known next of kin, though there are probably many half-tiefling babies popping up all around the southern sword coast with a strange gleam in their eyes. Because you know. This guy could sweet talk anyone into copulation, regardless of species.