| Fleshbound Clockwork | Solitary, Large, Stealthy, Terrifying | |
| Razor sharp claws (d10 damage 1 piercing) | 20 HP | 3 armor |
| Special Qualities: Fleshy torso, Metallic appendages | ||
We camped that night beneath a great dome in the Undertombs. Before us stood the great sarcophagus. On it in elven runes was a dire warning, "Here lies the elven queen, bound here forever for her crimes. Let he who reads these words beware to break this seal." A clear enough warning you might think. The trouble was, we had traveled a hundred leagues down into the dark to free her, so that we might learn the only spell to save our people. Our party loudly debated what we should do for many hours, until at last put the decision off and, one by one, went to sleep. That's when it came, slowly descending from the dome above by a cable, a great mass of quietly ticking gears, bound together by sinews of muscle. It inhaled, and our ring of torches began to burn low. Then there was a flash of lightning and whirring of gears as it struck. Our paladin was the first to die. One by one we fell, till I alone was faced with a terrible question, "Do I, in my desperation, break the seal?" Instinct: To keep the Elf Queen in her tomb.
Created by: Ravendown
