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Spellbound Puppet
🕑 Added 2023-05-21 16:00:04 +0000 UTCSpellbound Puppet
Wondrous item, rare (requires attunement by a spellcaster)
This doll has an unsettling presence. No matter where you stand, it appears to be staring at you.
As a bonus action while holding the doll, you can imprint it upon a creature that you can see within 60 feet of yourself. The doll’s appearance changes to match that of the creature. When you cast a spell with a range of touch, you can cast it on the doll to target the creature the doll is imprinted upon, so long as that creature is within 60 feet of you. If the spell requires a spell attack roll or saving throw, each creature rolls to hit or save as if you were within 5 feet of each other. The doll loses its imprint after 1 hour, if the creature starts its turn on a different plane of existence than the doll, or if the doll imprints on a different creature.
The doll has 5 charges, and it regains 1d4 +1 expended charges daily at dawn. While holding the doll and it is imprinted upon a creature within 60 feet of you, you can expend 1 charge to take one of the following actions:
Pins and Needles. You make a spell attack against the creature with a range of touch. On a hit, the creature takes 2d8 piercing damage and it has disadvantage on the next saving throw it makes before the end of your next turn.
Play Time. The creature must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw against your spellcasting DC or become charmed by you until the end of your next turn. While charmed in this way, you control the creature’s movement on its turn. You can’t move the creature into a deadly hazard if the creature is aware of it, such as a fire or pit that it can see, but it will provoke opportunity attacks.
Moonlight bathed the ancient forest as Mog’rug silently crept towards his quarry. The lone occultist sat by her campfire, fiddling with something in her lap. Mog’rug raised his bow, arrow nocked. Before he could release the bowstring, he noticed something strange. A glint from the object in her lap: two tiny eyes were staring directly at him. He froze, panic surging through his veins as a sudden chill gripped his bones. Whispers slithered through the air from the object in the woman’s lap; commands hissed in a mysterious language, penetrating Mog’rug’s mind. His body began to move on its own, his limbs contorted into unnatural angles as he dropped his bow and staggered forward into the firelight. Piercing pain overtook Mog’rug, like burning needles stabbing his skin from every angle. His gasping moan blended in the night air with the woman’s cackling. Even as Mog’rug succumbed to the torture, his eyes never left the gaze of the doll in the woman’s lap. The childlike effigy of his own appearance smiled at Mog’rug as he fell into the fire.
