This horrid thing looks like a skinless wolf and stands taller than a house. Its oozing muscle and tissues twitch and quiver as terrible lupine maws form and melt away into its fleshless body. These fanged gashes struggle forth from the beast’s gigantic mass, but are restrained by layers of heavy, rusted chains that dangle and lash, constrict and loosen seemingly of their own insidious accord. Around the hellish wolf, the world is flogged by chains and barbed tendrils, flensing all things that come near.
The Prince in Chains CR 15
AC 33, touch 13, flat-footed 29 (+3 Dex, +1 Dodge, +20 natural, –1 size)
hp 202 (15d10+120); fast healing 10 (see exaction)
Fort +17, Ref +12, Will +8
Defensive Abilities exaction; DR 15/good; Immune cold, critical hits, sneak attacks
Speed 40 ft., fly 50 ft. (good)
Melee bite +24 (6d6+9 plus trip and vicious critical), 2 tentacles +18 (3d6+4 plus vicious critical)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. (15 ft. with tentacle)
Special Attacks howl of despair, unnerving gaze (30 ft., DC 22), vicious critical
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 18th)
Constant—pass without trace
At will—death knell (DC 17), deeper darkness, desecrate, shadow walk
3/day—bestow curse (DC 18), blindness/deafness (DC 18), crushing despair (DC 19), eyebite (DC 21), greater invisibility, greater shadow conjuration (DC 22), find the path, plane shift (DC 20), symbol of pain (DC 20)
1/day—blasphemy (DC 22), slay living (DC 20), unhallow
During Combat The Prince in Chains luxuriates in the suffering of its foes. It prefers to use its bite attack over all others, and delights in tripping opponents and hearing their screams as it bears them to the ground. As often as possible it makes use of its howl of despair, relishing the chance to impart its own suffering upon its foes.
Morale The Prince fights to the death. If killed, it reappears 1d6 days later.
Str 28, Dex 16, Con 26, Int 13, Wis 16, Cha 20
Base Atk +15; CMB +25 (+27 overrun, +27 sunder); CMD 39 (41 vs. overrun, 41 vs. sunder, 43 vs. trip)
Feats Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Improved Initiative, Improved Overrun, Improved Sunder, Power Attack, Run, Weapon Focus (bite)
Skills Acrobatics +21, Climb +17, Fly +5, Intimidate +23, Knowledge (planes) +19, Knowledge (religion) +11, Perception +21, Stealth +17, Survival +21 (+29 when following tracks); Racial Modifiers +8 Survival when following tracks
Languages Auran, Common, Infernal, Sylvan
SQ no breath
Chains and flesh tendrils constantly lash at anything that approaches the herald. A creature that enters the area or begins its turn within it takes 1d12 points of bludgeoning and slashing damage. The chains entangle any creature so long as it’s in the area (Reflex DC 25 negates). The save DC is Constitution-based.
The herald is healed of 10 points of damage in any round it deals damage, as if it had fast healing 10.
The Prince in Chains can loose a howl of immortal agony once every 1d4 rounds. All nonevil creatures within 60 feet must succeed at a DC 22 Will saving throw or take 6d6 points of sonic damage. Any within 10 feet who fail their saves are also affected as per the insanity spell. This is a sonic, mind-affecting effect. The save DC is Charisma-based.
The Prince in Chains does not breathe and is immune to inhaled toxins and diseases.
If the Prince in Chains hits with its bite attack it can attempt to trip the opponent (+5 check modifier) as a free action without making a touch attack or provoking an attack of opportunity. If the trip attempt fails, the opponent cannot react to trip the Prince in Chains.
A creature that fails its save against the herald’s unnerving gaze is staggered for 1 round.
Environment any (Plane of Shadow)
The Prince in Chains is a living embodiment of suffering and loss.
The flesh has been stripped from this spirit-wolf and replaced with haphazard layers of metal, leather, and necrotic tissue to create a terrifying herald. Its tongue has been embedded with dozens of barbed hooks and razors to make its bite far more terrible and damaging and his eyes have been gouged out. It stands 18 feet tall and—bound in irons—weighs nearly 3 tons. None have ever seen the beast without his shroud of chains, the torturous bonds having become impossibly knotted with his grotesque tendrils and a fundamental part of his body.
The Prince in Chains wanders the depths of the Plane of Shadow, seeking others with whom to share its epiphanies of pain. The Prince in Chains responds particularly well if given human flesh to consume after a bit of playful torture.
Pathfinder Campaign Setting: Inner Sea Gods © 2014, Paizo Publishing, LLC; Authors: Sean K Reynolds, with Amanda Hamon, James Jacobs, John Ling, Mark Moreland, David N. Ross, F. Wesley Schneider, Amber E. Scott, Tork Shaw, James L. Sutter, Jerome Virnich.