“Oh Grimmus tree, oh Grimmus tree! How lovely are your leafless sticks!”
Small celestial, chaotic good
Armor Class 16 (magic armor)
Hit Points 108 (10d6+70)
Speed 30 ft.
STR: 16 (+3)
DEX: 12 (+1)
CON: 24 (+7)
INT: 4 (-3)
WIS: 12 (+1)
CHA: 20 (+5)
Senses passive Perception 11
Languages Celestial Goblin, common
Challenge 6 (200 xp)
Christmas Raiments. Goblin Santa’s robes are magically enchanted and have an AC of 15 (included in Armor Class).
Innate Spellcasting. Goblin Santa’s spellcasting ability is Constitution (spell save DC 18). Goblin Santa can innately cast the following spells, requiring no material compoments:
- At will: charm person, detect good and evil, locate creature
- 3/day: scrying
Gift Toss. Ranged Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, range 40ft./160 ft., one target. Hit: 11 (2d8+3) bludgeoning damage. If the target is a good-aligned creature, it receives a free “gift” (DM’s discretion) rolled on any Magic Item Table from the Dungeon Master’s Guide. If the target is an evil-aligned creature, it takes an additional 28 (8d6) radiant damage.
Short, fat, green, and pantless, Goblin Santa soars the skies on Grimmus Eve to deliver presents to all the good boys and girls of the world… Mostly goblin boys and girls… Or boys and girls who look like goblins… Okay, so he just brings gifts to ugly kids regardless of whether they’ve been bad or good, but since all non-goblins look ugly to him, he just tosses the gifts willy-nilly and hopes you’ve been good.
The Power of Good. Unlike typical goblins, Goblin Santa is one of the ultimate embodiments of righteousness. He is pure of heart and bare of pants. Though his conscience is always in the right place, mayhem tends to follow him. A giant sack of gold flung at a poor child, though beneficial for wealth, can knock some teeth out and break a nose. If a goblin family asks for a yummy holiday meal, he might happily snatch up the last of the endangered Smaggle Moose for their dinner table.
No Pants. Goblin Santa abhors pants of all kinds. They itch him, and Grimmus is not about itching. It’s about freedom. The cold, tingling air wafting over Goblin Santa’s hair-speckled legs is his ultimate free-spirit sensation. The Green Moon rises every Grimmus Eve, so the goblins say, for Goblin Santa is always flying forth with cheeks strewn.