#dndmonsters

Monster: Hoardwraith (CR 16, Huge Undead Dragon)

When a dragon's greed is so strong and it refuses to let go of its gold even in death, its spirit seeps into the coins and gems until the entire treasure pile rises up as a single vengeful draconic entity. These undead dragons float through walls, remember the exact spot of every copper piece, and exhale a ghostly flame that drains the strength of anyone in the area. I just hope that one greedy rogue in the group doesn't pocket anything shiny from a hoardwraith's lair, or they will not be able to sleep as the whispers of this spectral dragon follow them across the planes until they bring it back.

I can totally see a hoardwraith turning a simple dragon lair raid into the kind of nightmarish session your party will still be talking about weeks later. —

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Gravewurm

CR 18 Dragon

No wings. No mercy. The Gravewurm burrows through earth and bone alike, exhaling death and disease as the ground withers around it. Where it passes, graves empty - and new ones are made.

💬 Maybe it can be reasoned with...?

By Nidame-paint

Two things:

1. My little photo booth is maxed out by this mini. 😂

2. I used a glossy coat on this 2 weeks ago but it's still tacky. I tried to put it on as thin as possible. I tried a different brand in the past with the same result- tacky for 5+ years. 😮‍💨

Does anyone have a tip that'll help?

Here are more pictures.

As I've not glued the wings on yet here are pictures of the separate parts.

It was strange to find a crystal ball among the vine-smothered ruins, but there it was dim and lifeless atop a thin, spiraling pedestal of verdigris​ and tarnished silver. Held in place by a four-fingered claw, surely this valuable treasure was trapped, you suspected. However, a close examination should render any such devices inert. Spindly legs ending on sharp points popped out the sides as you approached. The construct skittered back and forth unsure, the crystal ball rotating toward you as a wither, yellow eye blazed to life in its depths. Roll for initiative.

Built by long-dead arcanists, Crystal Mauls entrapped the soul of a condemned prisoner in a crystal sphere. At the time, the belief was they could repay their debt to society in the form of a servitor designed for demolition. As such, the constructs can conjure a bolt of pure necrotic energy ideal for clearing unwanted plant growth, ruining objects, and slaying the unsettled masses as the need arises. However, the souls within did not stay quiet. While they are hardly sentient any longer, even the smallest crack to the sphere damages the personality within. This can lead to an indiscriminate use of a crystal maul's destructive abilities, a malicious streak to hunt others, or in some rare cases birth a construct dedicated to crafting the world into something beautiful… as an all but mindless machine might see it.