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Large monstrosity, chaotic evil
Armor Class 15 (natural armor)
Hit Points 127 (15d10+45)
Speed 40 ft.
Str Dex Con Int Wis Cha
18 (+4) 15 (+2) 16 (+3) 10 (+0) 15 (+2) 16 (+3)
Skills Perception +6, Stealth +6, Survival +7
Damage Resistances necrotic
Damage Immunities cold, poison
Condition Immunities charmed, exhaustion, poisoned
Senses darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 16
Languages Common, Sylvan
Ambusher. The wendigo has advantage on attack rolls against any creature it has surprised.
Innate Spellcasting. The wendigo’s spellcasting ability is Charisma (spell save DC 15). It can innately cast the following spells, requiring no material components:
3/day: water walk, wind walk
1/day: control weather
Keen Smell. The wendigo has advantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks that rely on smell.
Multiattack. The wendigo makes three attacks: one with its bite and two with its claws.
Bite. Melee Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 15 (2d10+4) piercing damage.
Claw. Melee Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 13 (2d8+4) slashing damage.
Howl. The wendigo emits a horrific howl. Each creature within 60 feet of it that can hear it and isn’t an undead or construct must succeed on a DC 15 Wisdom saving throw or be frightened for 1 minute. A creature can repeat the saving throw at the end of each of its turns, ending the effect on itself on a success.
On lonely winter nights, as the frigid wind blows through the northern trees, a far off howl can be heard. A howl that causes a chill that has nothing to do with the winter cold. Constantly prowling, an insatiable hunger gnawing at its belly, is the wendigo. It comes with the snow, slaying and devouring all it meets, yet never having its fill. Many believe that this creature is created when a humanoid eats the flesh of its own kind, then is cursed by the gods for its crime. Others believe that those who succumb to cannibalism, regardless of the reason, then fall prey to evil spirits that ride the winter winds. Regardless of the truth of the matter, this fell beast relentlessly hunts the flesh of humanoids, its hunger never sated.
The wendigo is tall and gaunt to the point of appearing emaciated. Its ash grey skin is pulled tightly over its bones, which push out against its leathery hide. Its hair is long and stringy, and it sometimes has a wild beard. Its eyes are sunken into their sockets, tattered lips pull back to reveal wicked, jagged teeth, and its fingers end in hooked claws. A pair of curving antlers grows from its head, and those who have survived encountering the beast claim that it is surrounded by the faint odor of death and corruption.
No one knows for sure if there is more than one wendigo, as the beast is only ever encountered alone. It is nomadic, prowling the northern mountains and forests, maintaining only temporary lairs and following the frigid wind and snow.