Bog Dragon (Ancient, Spellcaster)
Level 16Attacks
Abilities
90 feet. DC 37 will
Trigger A creature walks on top of an ancient bog dragon who is burrowed into the mud or peat below
Requirements Initiative has not yet been rolled
Effect The bog dragon automatically notices the creature and Burrows before rolling initiative.
Trigger A creature within reach of the dragon's tail makes a Strike or attempts a skill check as part of an attack action
Effect The dragon Strikes with their tail at the triggering creature with a –2 penalty. If the Strike hits, the creature takes a –2 circumstance penalty to the triggering roll.
Effect: Tail Lash
Saving Throw DC 34 fortitude
Stage 1 carrier with no ill effect (1 minute)
Stage 2 3d6 acid damage and Clumsy 1 (1 day)
Stage 3 4d6 acid damage, clumsy 1, and a –5-foot status penalty to Speed (1 day)
Stage 4 5d6 acid damage, Clumsy 2, and a –10-foot status penalty to Speed (1 day)
Stage 5 death
The dragon belches a boiling spray of fermenting stomach acid that deals 12d8 acid 2d6 persistent acid damage in a 50-foot cone (DC 37 reflex save). They can't use Nidorous Breath again for .
A bog dragon can perform a special ritual over the body of a humanoid creature slain by bog rot to raise it as a humanoid intelligent undead.
This functions like a 8th-rank Create Undead ritual, except that it takes only 8 hours, the bog dragon doesn't require any secondary casters, and they don't need to pay a cost.
If the bog dragon critically fails the ritual's skill check, they get a failure instead.
Large, (3d12+10)[acid] plus Bog Rot, Rupture 33
The bog dragon ignores difficult terrain caused by swamp terrain features.
The bogs of Golarion are timeless places, unyielding against the encroachment of civilization and greedily hoarding the dead of epochs long past within the murky depths of the morass. Thus, it doesn't take a bard to note that a bog dragon represents the most primal embodiment of their namesake. These dragons are as calm as the brackish waters, as perfectly patient as any crocodile mistaken for debris, and as ancient as any fear held of the realms they dwell within. To the many cultures they've stalked since the first humanoids dared to build their dwellings near brackish fens, a bog dragon is a terror consigned to the nebulous realm of monster and abomination. Though most have been relegated to the stuff of legends and the mythic nightmares of river valley city-states, bog dragons are still out there, lurking beneath the loam.
Bog dragons haunt the parables of old, their primal characteristics a raw expression of a primeval world that rebukes the tyranny of time's progression. Their bodies are those of a belly-dragging thing, corpulent and richly shielded by a scabrous hide of spurs and spines. Their claws, much like their wings, are feeble things, vestiges of a more graceful draconic concept that only the eldest bog archdragon might attain. Their faces are masks of terror; their lips curl back in a snarl to expose brutish grins of dagger-like fangs, pock-marked by vicious stomach acids that give their latent breath the malodorous turpitude that stings the senses almost unto dizziness. They're every inch a night-going monstrosity, a harrowing horror that would drive terror into any who behold them, the pinnacle of marsh-born predators.