The wild looking man with the rolling pin yelled at the party from the second floor window.
"What is he saying?" Rathgar asked his companions.
"No idea. I don't speak the local dialect. But he sounds mad."
"What did we do?" Allianora asked, confused as the rest of her companions.
"We only just got into town-LOOK OUT!" The party dodged as the large iron pot of boiling water was poured down.
"That's uncalled for!" Feris yelled, tossing a freezing bolt toward the doorway. The cook looked incensed at the attack, and pointed his rolling pin down at them. A blast of scalding hot red liquid hit Feris solidly in the chest, splashing all over the street.
Rolling in pain warned his friends unnecessarily "He's a sauce-amancer!"
Rathgar gave a solid kick to the door, causing it to splinter, but the bar held. Another blast of tomato sauce shot down, drenching Rathgar, and staining everything he wore. Then the door burst outward, and a lumbering behemoth slammed its meaty fists into Rathgar, sending him flying across the street.
"It's worse! He's a pastamancer!" Allianora yelled before swinging her mace at the monstrosity. The molten cheese squired out from between the sheets of pasta that made up it's body. The bits that landed on Allianora burned, but she kept swinging.
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Armor Class: 8
Hit Dice: 10* (L)
Move: 90' (30')
Attacks: 2 Fists
Damage: 2d6+2/2d6+2 + Special
Save As: F8
Treasure Type: Nil
XP Value: 1,750
The Lasagna Golem, standing about 8' tall, and shaped with both 2 arms and 2 legs, but only a bit of a bump where a head would be. They are created only by Pastamancers and Pastafarian Clerics. It can only be damaged by magic or magic weapons. They are immune to sleep, charm, and hold spells, as well as all gas and poison. They take double damage from cold based attacks.
Any time a lasagna golem is hit by a physical attack, everyone within 5' will take 1d6 damage from splattering hot cheese.