Planar NPC: Master Brewer Rootshred

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Master Brewer Rootshred

A bulbous entity that looks like a tangle of roots and branches, with a carefully tended hair-like growth on the upper pair stands behind the bar.

CR 11; XP 12,800
N Medium Plant
Init +0; Senses low-light vision; Perception +3

Defense
AC 25, touch 10, flat-footed 25 (+15 natural)
hp 142 (15d8+75)
Fort +14, Ref +7, Will +10
DR 10/slashing and magic; Immune mind-affecting effects, paralysis, poison, polymorph, sleep, stunning; Resist fire 30
Weakness vulnerable to fire

Offense
Speed 20 ft.
Melee 2 slams +16 (1d6+5 plus grab), stinger +16 (1d8+5 plus drunkenness)
Special Attacks constrict (1d6+5), spores

Statistics
Str 20, Dex 10, Con 20, Int 13, Wis 17, Cha 20
Base Atk +11; CMB +16 (+20 grab); CMD 30 (32 vs. trip)
Feats Blind-Fight, Defensive Combat Training, Diehard, Endurance, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes, Power Attack, Skill Focus (Profession [brewer])
Skills Craft (alchemy) +16, Profession (brewer) +24, Sense Motive +18
Language Abyssal, Celestial, Draconic, Infernal, Protean, Sylvan

Notable Gear greater ring of energy resistance (fire)

Drunkenness (Ex) Master Brewer Rootshred's stinger injects a dose of alcohol equal in potency to 1d3 drinks, or 2d3 on a confirmed critical hit.

Spores (Ex) Drinks and food—ingestion; save Fort DC 22, onset 1 day; frequency 1 day for 7 days, effect the subject doubles his needs for sustenance for the day, cure passage of seven days. Drinks sold by the Master Brewer Rootshred contain spores of his species, for the purpose for their propagation—after seven days of maturation within the drinkers' intestines, they are expelled (in a moderately unpleasant though completely natural way) along with fresh fertilizer. This is a disease effect. The saving throw DC is Constitution-based.


Master Brewer Rootshred is a sapient plant from one of many places in the universe currently residing in the Crossroads. He sells food and alcoholic beverages in his venue, with dryads or maybe dryad-looking plant maids serving as waitresses. What he does not advertises, but also won't deny if asked explicitly (doing otherwise might incur wrath of Curator by explicitly lying about the wares offered), is that the food and the drink contain his own spores, that will mostly harmlessly pass through and take root when and where they got expelled, allowing his kind to spread across the planes.