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Space Clown

Space Clown
Space Clown
CR 2
Medium Fiend, Chaotic Evil
Reveal Stat Block
Armor Class
13
Hit Points
58 (9d8 + 18)
Speed
30 ft.
str
16
+3
dex
16
+3
con
14
+2
int
11
+0
wis
11
+0
cha
16
+3

Traits

Dying Burst.When the clown drops to 0 hit points, it pops like a balloon, releasing a splash of putrid, corrosive ichor. Each creature within 5 feet of the clown when it bursts must make a 12 Dexterity saving throw, taking 10 (3d6) acid damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.
Squeakers.The clown wears shoes that squeak when it walks. The squeaking can be heard out to a range of 30 feet. The squeaking is silenced while the clown's Phantasmal Form is in effect.

Actions

Shock.ms 5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. ({@damage 4d6 + 3) lightning damage.
Ray Gun.rs 5 to hit, range 120 ft., one creature. ({@damage 2d6) psychic damage, and if the target is a Humanoid with an Intelligence score of 3 or higher, it must make a 12 Wisdom saving throw. On a failed save, the target perceives everything it sees or hears as hilariously funny and is incapacitated for 1 minute. The target can repeat the saving throw at the end of each of its turns, ending the effect on itself on a success.

Space Clown

Space clowns are the inhabitants of a Wildspace system known as Clownspace. The humans who once inhabited the system's three ring-shaped worlds placed their faith in a god of revelry. Their worship ceremonies were centered on festivals and frivolity. Over time, the people's happiness hinged on the ever-increasing consumption of an elixir called Thrill Joy. Only after they became addicted did they discover that the priests of their faith had distilled the elixir from demonic ichor and the nectar of the bozo flower. Eventually, Thrill Joy transformed the faithful into fiendish creatures and 'blessed' them with clown-like appearances.

Space clowns acquired their first spelljamming helms from dohwar merchants (see 'Dohwar|BAM'). Subsequent visits to other Wildspace systems led to contact with a multitude of other folk. In the wake of these encounters, love and fear of clowns has spread to all corners of the multiverse, just as the space clowns have done themselves.

Marauding space clowns feed on Humanoid flesh. They travel through space in garishly decorated ships and sometimes take up residence on populated worlds, where they set up carnival tents to lure curious onlookers into their clutches. They are armed with colorfully painted ray guns that work only for them; these toys are harmless in the hands of anyone else.