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Dolomite
Huge Aberration (Earth)
Hit Dice: 12d8+108 (162 hp)
Initiative: -1
Speed: 30 ft. (6 squares)
AC: 29 (-2 size, -1 Dex, +22 natural),
touch 7, flat-footed 29
Base Attack/Grapple: +9/+27
Attack: Claw +17 melee (2d6+10)
Full Attack: 2 claws +17 melee (2d6+10)
Space/Reach: 15 ft./15 ft.
Special Attacks: Constrict 2d6+10, improved grab, rend
4d6+15
Special Qualities: Damage reduction 25/magic, darkvision
60 ft., music sensitivity
I
must confess I find the dolomite, or slag hound as it
is known in Rhul, to be a truly fascinating creature.
These huge, jagged jumbles of rock and dirt are usually
mistaken for a pile of rubble,
though in reality they are slow moving,
dim-witted creatures found in
uninhabited rocky plains and low
mountain foothills.
The migration of the dolomite
during its mating season once per
decade is a wonder to behold (if you
happen to have quite a bit of leisure
time). Shambling bipedal hulks, they
shuffle across the plains in slow intricate
dances. Lowing softly and swinging their massive
eyeless heads from side to side,
the dolomites dance for a year
until each has paired off
with a mate.
Usually they are mostly
harmless—and brainless, to
boot. They eat dirt for the
most part, tearing up
great clods of earth and
stuffing them into
their gigantic maws.
Unfortunately,
these massive and virtually
indestructible monsters have
also developed an insatiable hunger for magically imbued metal
of all kinds. I have seen the armor of stalwart mercenaries torn
Saves: Fort +15, Ref +3, Will +8
Abilities: Str 30, Dex 9, Con 28,
Int 3, Wis 6, Cha 10
Skills: Listen +2, Search +3, Spot +6
Feats: Alertness, Great Fortitude, Improved
Natural Armor, Improved Natural Attack
(claw), Iron Will
Environment: Any plains, hills, and mountains
Organization: Solitary or rutting group (5–10)
Challenge Rating: 15
Alignment: Always neutral
Advancement: 13–24 HD (Huge); 25–36 HD
(Gargantuan)
Level Adjustment: —
to shreds by these giants—sometimes with the mercenaries
still inside! They will stop at nothing to possess—and eat—an
enchanted wand, sword, or pair of bracers.
Once it has devoured all it can find, the dolomite will usually
move on and ignore all else.
They will defend themselves if attacked but will
not pursue a retreating foe. I have never seen a
dolomite fall in combat, nor, oddly, have I seen
the corpse of one. They leave no spoor, so
what becomes of the metals they consume I
cannot tell.
They do have one curious weakness—music,
which will cause the dolomite to stand as
if entranced. Stranger still, they seem to
have a taste for good music. They will
not usually respond to my bawdy tavern
songs (admittedly, I sing like a crow).
They did respond favorably
to the harping of Wythsten
Farill, the famed performer
from Five Fingers who
accompanied me once
on safari to chronicle
my adventures. I
will never forget
the sight of poor
Master Farill singing
frantically across the
steppes with several rutcrazy
dolomites in tow. Oh, we told the vain young thespian all
he had to do was stop singing. Eventually.
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