A wendigo appears much like a humanoid as tall as an ogre, but one who is the last stages of death from starvation. It is completely hairless, and its flesh is deathly pale except for its blackened fingers, ears, nose, and toes. Its fingers end with long talons made of ice, and needle-like fangs fill its mouth. A wendigo has ragged, bloody flesh around its maw because it constantly devours its own lips. Its tongue is long, pocked with sores, and the color of a fresh bruise. Its most horrible feature are its glowing, yellow eyes that float in large sockets full of blood.
Wendigo (CR 6)
AC 16, touch 10, flat-footed 15 (+1 Dex, +6 natural, -1 size)
hp 58 (9d6+27); regeneration 5 (silver)
Fort +6, Ref +9, Will +9
Defensive Abilities quicker than the eye; Immune cold, fatigue
Weaknesses vulnerabilty to fire
Speed 50 ft.
Melee 2 claws +9 (1d4+6 plus 1d4 cold) and bite +9 (1d8+6 plus wendigo fever)
Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft.
Special Attacks howl, unnerve prey, wendigo fever
Str 23, Dex 12, Con 17, Int 10, Wis 13, Cha 13
Base Atk +4; CMB +4; CMD 19
Feats Defensive Combat Training, Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes
Skills Acrobatics +10 (+18 when jumping), Bluff +10, Climb +15, Perception +10, Stealth +10 (+15 when moving more than 10 ft.), Survival +10; Racial +8 Acrobatics when jumping, +5 Stealth when moving more than 10 ft.
As a free action, a wendigo can unleash a fearsome howl. All living creatures within 50 feet must make a DC 15 Will save or have their current fear condition worsened by one step for 2d4 rounds. Thus, no fear condition becomes shaken, shaken becomes frightened, and frightened becomes panicked . A creature that makes its saving throw against a wendigo’s howl cannot be affected by that wendigo’s howl for 24 hours. The save DC is Charisma-based.
Quicker Than the Eye (Su)
Unnerve Prey (Su)
As long as it isn’t seen, a wendigo can target one living creature within 50 feet with this ability as a standard action. The target must make a DC 15 Will save or be shaken either until the wendigo is slain or is farther away than 50 feet for 1 minute. The save DC is Charisma-based.
Wendigo Fever (Su)
Supernatural disease – bite, Fortitude DC 17, incubation period 1 day; damage 1d3 Con and 1d3 Wis plus shaken. The save DC is Constitution-based. Unlike normal diseases, wendigo fever continues until the victim reaches Constitution 0 (and dies) or is cured. To eliminate wendigo fever, the victim must first receive a break enchantment or remove curse (requiring a DC 20 caster level check for either spell), and after which the wendigo fever can be magically cured as any normal disease.
An afflicted creature whose Wisdom reaches 0 becomes unreasoning and insane, desiring nothing else but running off into the wilderness.
Wild Empathy (Ex)
Environment cold forests
Organization solitary or hunt (1 wendigo plus 2-4 winter wolves or 2-8 worgs)
A wendigo consumes only the flesh of sentient creatures, preferring halflings to all others. During winter months, starting shortly after the first snowfall, a wendigo wakes from hibernation and leaves its lair to hunt and devour until the beginning of spring. While awake, a wendigo is ceaselessly ravenous and without compassion and mercy. Only its love for terrorizing its prey gives a wendigo pause in its quest to kill and eat.
Despite its evil nature, a wendigo is part of the natural world. It has as special affinity for animals, especially predators.
Wendigos inhabit cold forests. Each claims a large territory, typically at least a hundred square miles. Any sentient creature within a wendigo’s territory during the winter is fair game. It is not unknown for a wendigo to range outside its territory in order to hunt when prey is scarce.
A wendigo always has a lair of some sort. Most hide in caves or canyons when hibernating. During the hunting season, a wendigo may have several lairs, including one or more structures that it invaded in order to feed on those inside. Some times a wendigo will fill stolen pots with gory remains and hide these pots in trees.
Just the barest flicker of a shadow passed his peripheral vision. He jerked around, his sword and shield at the ready. Nothing! Nothing but trees and the night and the cold. An icy breeze slipped across the back of his neck. His flesh crawled, but a sudden realization chilled him more than the air ever could. The wind was out of the northwest, and he was facing north. Another puff of freezing air brushed his ear. It was close enough to breathe on him!
He spun, striking and yelling at the same time. His sword cut deep into naked, pale flesh stretched tight across enormous ribs. As the wound healed with terrifying speed, he looked upward into the creature’s face. Its glowing yellow eyes rolled in sockets full of blood.
The wendigo’s fearsome howl cut into him, but not as deeply as the monster’s claws….
The Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood.