This foul creature looks like an emaciated humanoid with the head of a jackal.
AC 25, touch 15, flat-footed 19 (+6 Dex, +10 natural, –1 size)
Speed 30 ft., fly 60 ft. (average)
Constant—detect good, detect magic, see invisibility
Str 22, Dex 22, Con 21, Int 21, Wis 17, Cha 18
A meladaemon radiates an aura of hunger to a radius of 20 feet. Every round a creature begins its turn within this aura, it must succeed on a DC 22 Fortitude save or take 1d6 nonlethal damage and become fatigued from extreme hunger. Creatures that do not need to eat are immune to this effect. The save DC is Constitution-based.
A meladaemon’s claw attack deals an additional 1d6 points of nonlethal damage as it causes sudden pangs of horrific hunger in its foe. Creatures that do not need to eat are immune to this effect.
About this Daemon Type…
Deacon servitors of the Horseman of Famine, meladaemons appear as starving, humanoid jackals with vaguely amoebic bodies. Like lesser versions of their master in behavior as well as appearance, meladaemons prefer to work alone rather than collectively, seeking personal glory. Embodying famine and wasting, meladaemons radiate want by their presence and spread starvation with a touch. These fiends delight in the spread of famine by any means possible, sticking around to observe the effects. They endlessly experiment with new ways to accomplish this goal, obsessed with the process almost as much as the result. Most revile being bound to a conjurer’s service, except for when a spellcaster’s desires dovetail with their own goals. Meladaemons delight in the ritualized consumption of souls, exploring the tastes and preparation of such delicacies like a combination of researchers, religious zealots, and desperate addicts.
Personification of Death: Starvation.
Environment any (Abaddon)
Organization solitary, pack (2–5), or cabal (6–12)
As personifications of death from starvation and thirst, these withered fiends spend their time destroying resources and spreading hunger. Deacons of the Horseman of Famine, these creatures visit worlds throughout the planes, destroying acres of crops and slaughtering livestock in order to harvest souls for their honored master. Meladaemons delight in the slow death of starvation, going so far as to experiment with various bodily deficiencies and mortal weaknesses. Arrogant and utterly bound to their patron, meladaemons rarely work with others of their kind and never serve any of the other three Horsemen except in the rarest of circumstances.
Meladaemons stand approximately 12 feet tall and weigh 350 pounds.