Hot werewolf

Hot werewolf
Monster ID	1397
Locations	Dreadsylvanian Woods
Hit Points
Attack	Scales with player's stats
Defense	Scales with player's stats
Initiative	25
Meat	None
Phylum	beast
Elements	hot
Resistance	None
Monster Parts	arm, head, leg, torso
Drops	accidental mutton, Mark of the Werewolf, Dreadsylvanian Almanac page, Freddy Kruegerand
Manuel Entry
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 You're fighting Kindleclaws, Bunny Broiler

A flaming branch falls and blocks your path. You look up and see a werewolf perched halfway up a tree that's mostly fire at this point. "Hey, watch it up there!" you shout, then regret doing so as the wolf pounces, red-hot fangs at the ready.

Hit Message(s):

He kicks you in the <giblets> with his burning feet. Not, like, itchy burning feet from athlete's foot, literal feet of flame. Ugh! Oof! Ow! (hot damage)

He brands you with one burning talon. Ow! Ouch! Ooh! (hot damage)

He howls at the moon, his super-heated breath searing your <giblets> on the way. Oof! Ugh! Oof! (hot damage)

He singes you with the fire burning on his tail. Ouch! Argh! Ooh! (hot damage)

He claws you with his white-hot claws, branding and scratching at the same time. Ugh! Ooh! Oof! (hot damage)

He bites you with his burning fangs, burning you with his biting fangs at the same time. Ugh! Oof! Ow! (hot damage)

Critical Hit Message:

He slashes you with his left front claws, his right front claws, his left rear claws, and his right rear claws. Then he bites you, just to put a cherry on top. Ooh! Ouch! Eek! Ow! Oof! (hot damage)

Miss Message(s):

He tries to brand you with his burning talons, but you resist being branded. Or pigeonholed.

He tries to claw you with his white-hot claws, but you dodge.

He tries to singe you with his fiery tail, but you respond with a fiery speech.

He howls at the moon. Well, one of them, at least.

He tries to kick you in the <giblets> with his burning feet, but you offer him some anti-fungal cream for the burning.

Fumble Message:

He tries to figure out which moon controls his transformation cycle, and gets frustrated when he can't figure it out. (FUMBLE!)

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After Combat

You acquire an item: accidental mutton (.1% chance)*

You acquire an item: Mark of the Werewolf

You acquire an item: Dreadsylvanian Almanac page

You acquire an item: Freddy Kruegerand

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Occurs at Dreadsylvanian Woods

Notes

• This monster cannot be copied.
• The Freddy Kruegerand and Dreadsylvanian Almanac page drops are not affected by item drop modifiers. They are similar to the beer lens drop and drops from crates. In particular, they can still drop after being stomped.
• If any elements are banished, hitting a hot Dreadsylvanian causes damage:
  • Augh. Up close it's even hotter!

You lose Y hit points. (hot damage)

• The name, image, and introduction text of this monster are all randomly selected:

A red-hot werewolf leaps into the path in front of you. What big teeth he has! And what big eyes he has! In fact, he's big all over, and ready to eat you up!
You walk across a dry creek bed. It must have gone dry fairly recently and quickly, because there are a few fish still flopping and gasping on the creek floor. You look up the creek to see what might have happened, and see a werewolf sitting on the dried creek bed, looking slightly shocked. "I guess I should have seen that coming," he says, and stands up. His tail lights on fire and heat begins to shimmer above him.
A huge werewolf leaps from behind a tree and roars at you, its breath so hot it gives you a sunburn. It won't do any good to shoot a silver bullet at this guy--it would melt before it got close to him.
You see a refreshing little brook crossing the path up ahead. You run up to splash water on your face, but as you're kneeling down, the whole thing turns to steam! "Hey, what's the deal, here?" you shout, unrefreshed (but with nice open pores). As if in answer, a burning werewolf emerges out of the steam, ready to get all up in your business.
You follow a trail of charred squirrel and rabbit bones to a barbecue pit that's still smoldering. Oh, and there's a werewolf sitting in the embers, waving at you. He looks pretty full, but also willing to make room for you in his burning belly.
The hot, dry air in this part of the forest sears your lungs. The trees hang limp and lifeless. You watch a squirrel run out of a hole and onto a branch, then keel over from heat exhaustion. Something's really heated up this little forest glen. Who could it be? Is it Forest Glenn, the firestarter? Nope, it's a red-hot werewolf that's about to get all up in your business.
A squirrel runs across your path, up a tree branch, and out on a limb. You leap aside as a werewolf comes crashing through the underbrush after it. He looks up at the squirrel, and howls at it with searing-hot breath. The squirrel drops out of the tree, dead as a very hot doornail. The werewolf werewolfs it down, but then looks hungrily at you. Yipe!
Man, this part of the forest is so hot it makes you want to howl at the moon! Apparently there's another adventurer in here with the same idea, because an ear-splitting howl breaks the stifling stillness. Oh, nope, that was just a hot werewolf, coming to rip out your intestines and pan-sear them.
A flaming pinecone comes whizzing past your head. You spin around and the next one almost takes your nose clean off. You duck behind a bush, but then the bush lights on fire! You leap up and right into the flaming arms of a red-hot werewolf. Some times you just can't catch a break.
The air in front of you shimmers with heat. It's funny how the mirage plays tricks on your mind--why, it almost looks like a giant werewolf is bounding toward you, red-hot claws ready to tear your guts out. Yup, that's one persistent mirage. Oh. Oh, crap.
You follow a trail of charred footprints into the underbrush, then wonder what the heck you did that for when a hot werewolf leaps out at you.
You start to sweat. Is it hot in this part of the forest, or is it just you? Or is it the flaming werewolf about to attack you? Oh.
A red-hot werewolf steps from behind a tree, his footprints glowing like embers on the ground. He howls at you, his breath hot and dry like a sexy woman giving a boring lecture.