Small
Undead
CR 1/4
Neutral
Rougebuck
Festive Undead
A gaunt, red-nosed stag of pale, stretched hide and frost-crusted fur, the Rougebuck moves with a hollow, skittering gait. Its bright, leaking nose pulses like a dying ember, casting sickly light that makes breath hang in the air and leaves footprints that frost over with black ice. It does not flee from hunters; it follows them — patient, hungry, and whispering with the sound of wind through hollow antlers.
Armour
13
natural armor
Hit points
22
4d6+8
Speed
40ft
Challenge
1/4
50 XP
STR
10
+0
DEX
14
+2
CON
14
+2
INT
6
-2
WIS
12
+1
CHA
6
-2
Saving throws
DEX +4
Skills
Stealth +4
Senses
darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 11
Languages
understands Common but can't speak
Multiattack. The Rougebuck makes two Hoof attacks.
Hoof. Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 6 (1d6+2) bludgeoning damage.
Crimson Spoor (Recharge 5-6). The Rougebuck exhales a chill, red mist in a 10-foot cone. Each creature in that area must succeed on a DC 11 Constitution saving throw or take 4 (1d8) necrotic damage and be poisoned until the end of its next turn. On a successful save, the creature takes half damage and is not poisoned.
Rougebucks are said to be the lingering curse of caravans lost on winter roads, where a single cheery guide of a reindeer was claimed by cold and grief. Townsfolk tell of a beast that returns each year to the places where warmth was squandered, seeking to reclaim heat and hearth from the living. Many a roadwarden's log in the northern reach mentions a lone, crimson-eyed buck that led travelers astray until the travelers were found frozen with chests puffing small, red blooms of frost. Scholars at the Hemmbridge Collegium, notably the winter folklorist Marvek Surn, argue that Rougebucks are not simple undead but a skittering echo of a spirit bound to places where promises were broken on cold nights. The Bound Cartel — a guild of caravaners — keeps a crude set of rites and bells they use to ward wagons from the Rougebuck's approach. Still, hunters who attempt to slay one find its nose hard to extinguish; some claim removing it only produces two more faint glows that crawl away into the snow.
Rougebuck resembles a small, emaciated stag about the size of a large hunting dog to a human (roughly knee-high). Its coat is patchy: snow-dulled white fur clings in tufts around bones and joints, while midsections show taut, leathery skin streaked with dark, frozen blood. The most striking feature is a bulbous nasal pad that glows a raw, crimson light, wet with a slow, viscous sap-like fluid that freezes into black crystals where it drips. Antlers are thin, brittle, and asymmetrical, like abandoned fence posts, spiked with flakes of rime that chime faintly. Its eyes are glassy and pale, pupils wide and slow. Hooves click like brittle wood on ice; the creature leaves small, jagged frost-marks that blacken whatever they touch.
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