When a baykok can be seen, such as by its current victim, it appears to be a man-sized skeleton with glowing red eyes. Dessicated, transluscent flesh still clings to some of its bone. A baykok dresses for the hunt in leather armor. It carries its club and shortbow as well.
CE Medium undead Init +5; Senses darkvision 60 ft.; Perception +8 DEFENSE
AC 16, touch 12, flat-footed 14 (+2 Dex, +2 natural, +2 leather armor)hp 30 (4d12+4) Fort +2, Ref +3, Will +5 Defensive Abilities DR 5/bludgeoning, one-on-one, channel resistance +2; Immune undead traits OFFENSE
Speed 30 ft. STATISTICS
Str 12, Dex 15, Con --, Int 10, Wis 13, Cha 12Base Atk +3; CMB +4; CMD 16 Feats Improved Initiative, Point Blank Shot, Rapid Shot Skills Acrobatics +9, Climb +5, Perception +8, Stealth +9, Survival +8; Racial Modifiers +4 bonus on Climb checks Language Common SPECIAL ABILITIES
One-on-One (Su)
| ![]() The ranger crouched, examining the ground. She looked back over her shoulder at the rest of the party. "It came this way," she said, "but the tracks vanish. They've been deliberately obscured." "That must mean it knows we're on its trail," said the wizard. A terrified shriek shattered the quiet. The fighter's sword hissed from its scabbard. The ranger nocked an arrow. "I think it came from over there," said the cleric. "Everyone together," said the fighter. "I've got a bad feeling about this." As the adventurers moved closer to each other, they heard another shriek, this time from the other side of the small clearing. The cleric stepped forward, raising his holy symbol. Something hissed through the air, and the cleric staggered back, blood gushing from a wound in his shoulder. "It's over there!" he said. "Moving behind those trees!" "Where?" said the wizard. "I don't see anything!" The ranger scanned left and right, bow at the ready. The stories were true. The monster could only be seen by the one it attacked. Her keen ears picked up rustling from another direction as well. There was more than one of the creatures! "We're in trouble," she whispered to herself. Picture of a baykok by Christopher Bonnette. |