#hexton

[caroller]

"It's not your fault but mine...I really FUCKED it up this time..."

[twilightofthesandwiches]

Which Edition of D&D had the best design/artwork of a Hexton?

First Edition

Second Edition

Fifth Edition

Voting ended onMar 19

[thecreaturecodex]

Modron, Hexton

Image © @tredlocity​.

[The last of the modrons for now. For one thing, I still need to commission art of the quinton through Primus. The hexton already has a story hook in 1e, despite being pretty mechanically indistinguishable from the other hierarchs. So I wanted to give it some abilities that complemented the idea that these are the ultimate warriors of the modrons, and give it a flavor component that wasn’t just killing and violence.]

Modron, Hexton CR 15 LN Outsider (extraplanar) This towering mechanical humanoid has a head shaped like an ornate helmet. Four tentacles and a pair of fan-like wings grow from its back.

Hextons are the martial enforcers of Primus and the heads of his armies. They are generals among the modrons, and each legion sent on the Great Modron March ultimately reports to a hexton commander. Hextons despise chaos with a chilling fury, and look for excuses to make excursions against chaotic forces. Of the modron hierarchs, they are the ones most likely to work with inevitables, as they serve alongside each other to suppress protean activity. The hextons are under orders to not attack the inevitables and instead work alongside them as military attaches, but with the secondary goal of collecting intelligence should the need for warfare between the lawful outsiders be determined necessary.

Hextons typically fight alongside their legions, and support their underlings with spells and tactical insights while flying over and surveying the battlefield. When engaged in combat, they are a one modron army corps in and of themselves. Each is trained in a variety of martial tactics—these stats represent a hexton with a focus on battlefield control and attacks of opportunity. They concentrate their attacks on chaotic foes if any are present, and will gladly sacrifice their lives to achieve some larger objective.

When not waging war, hextons are obsessed with simulations of it. Games of skill are a favorite among hextons, and often they are faintly exasperated because their soldiers are not nearly as skilled as they are. Some of these games are typical games played by mortals, such as chess or go, whereas others grow increasingly elaborate and complicated, and some even incorporating characters and plotlines. Providing a hexton with a suitable challenge at a war game may be enough to coax the modron into providing a small favor, and actually beating a hexton is an accomplishment of which few mortals may boast.

Hexton   CR 15 XP 51,200 LN Large outsider (extraplanar, law, modron) Init 27 (fixed); Senses darkvision 60 ft., detect chaos, low-light vision, Perception +25, true seeing Defense AC 29, touch 15, flat-footed 23 (-1 size, +6 Dex, +14 natural) hp 217 (15d10+105 plus 30) Fort +12, Ref +15, Will +14 DR 15/chaotic; Immune acid 10, cold 10, fire 10; SR 26 Defensive Abilities constructed Offense Speed 40 ft., fly 60 ft. (average), swim 40 ft. Melee +2 greatsword +25/+20/+15 (2d8+16/17-20), 4 tentacles +19 (1d6+3) or 2 slams +21 (2d6+7), 4 tentacles +19 (1d6+3) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. Special Attacks greater tactician 6/day, smite chaos 6/day (+6 attack and AC, +15 damage) Spell-like Abilities CL 15th, concentration +21 Constant—detect chaos, true seeing At will—clairaudience/clairvoyance, dimension door, greater command (DC 21), order’s wrath (DC 20) 3/day—dispel chaos (DC 21), greater dispel magic, greater teleport, quickened prayer, wall of force 1/day—dictum (DC 23), mass bear’s endurance, mass bull’s strength, mass cat’s grace, mass cure serious wounds (DC 24), shield of law (DC 24) Statistics Str 24, Dex 22, Con 24, Int 19, Wis 21, Cha 23 Base Atk +15; CMB +23; CMD 39 Feats Combat Reflexes, Disruptive (B), Greater Weapon Focus (greatsword) (B), Greater Weapon Specialization (greatsword) (B), Improved Critical (greatsword), Improved Initiative, Multiattack, Outflank (B), Paired Opportunists (B), Quicken SLA (prayer), Stand Still, Step Up, Weapon Focus (greatsword), Weapon Specialization (greatsword) (B) Skills Fly +20, Intimidate +24, Knowledge (arcana, religion) +19, Knowledge (history, planes) +22, Perception +25, Sense Motive +23, Stealth +20, Survival +23, Swim +17; Racial Modifiers +2 Perception Languages Celestial, Infernal, Modron, telepathy 100 ft. (25 miles with other modrons) SQ coordinated ally, combat training, fixed initiative Ecology Environment any (Regulus) Organization solitary, patrol (1 plus 2-9 nonatons) or council (2-4) Treasure standard (+2 greatsword, other treasure) Special Abilities Combat Training (Ex) A hexton gains four bonus combat feats and two bonus teamwork feats. It qualifies for feats as if it were a fighter of its Hit Dice. Greater Tactician (Ex) As a swift action six times a day, a hexton may grant all allies within 100 feet a teamwork feat that the hexton knows. Smite Chaos (Su) Six times a day as a swift action, a hexton can choose to smite a single opponent. If that opponent is chaotic, the hexton adds its Charisma bonus to attack rolls and its Hit Dice to its damage rolls against that target. If the target is a chaotic outsider or fey, the bonus damage dealt is doubled on its first successful attack. Regardless of the type, smite chaos attacks always overcome any DR the target may possess. The hexton also adds its Charisma modifier as a deflection bonus to AC against this target. If the target is not chaotic, the effect is wasted. This bonus lasts until the hexton rests or its foe is slain.

[night-woods]

Full Look Of Hexton

Lineart but I colored it in

Made by @CosmicFunk69

[desertdruidcrafts]

The last batch of monsters for my current campaign arc. A redone Behir, a few more cambions, a rogue Hexton who worked with the diabolical cult, and a wolf in sheep’s clothing. 

The last one is a deep pull but I’ll be damned (literally) if I didn’t at least try to use it in a solarium in Avernus.

[alxolotl]

This is a rogue Hexton from the City of Sigil that calls itself "the Tinker".

One of my players is a warforged assassin created by the Tinker. She malfunctioned somewhat and went rogue, so the Tinker has been sending mechanical agents to retrieve her for recalibration. She managed to evade a steel predator, but she was finally paralyzed and plane shifted away by a mechanical spider called a retriever. That forced the party to finally confront this mysterious entity.

Hextons are the sixth most powerful class of Modron that serve as generals in the army of Primus. The higher echelons of modron haven't really been fleshed out in the last few editions of D&D. There are a couple illustrations from 1st edition and 2nd edition, but nothing that really matched my mental image. I pictured something more alien and regal, that kept the distinct mechanical feel that most modron have.

One of my players also made a drawing after I described it, but before I had finished mine. 

[caroller]

Sillay comic of my Vol 4 characters... Korb is actually kinda an asshole at first lol

[pyrotrolls]

"Not over it" for Hydran

CW: murder, ED, 

TW: Persep 

“Why don’t you like feeding from trolls? You’re a blood drinker. It’s what you’re supposed to do.”

Hydran sat curled up in his hive, his new hive. The one he moved into after he left his first home. 

He didn’t know what was happening to him. He never believed in the blood drinker myths and didn’t know how to piece together the glowing skin, the thirst, god he was so thirsty. He had called the only person he knew who might have an idea. Of course in hindsight, it was a terrible idea to invite Persep over. 

Hydran still felt the uncomfortable chill when Persep looked him over. When he made that thoughtful hmm noise and in essential had told him he was a danger to them all. To everyone they knew. Hydran, you can’t stay here, you’ll snap and kill them all. Maybe it wasn’t those exact words, but the poetry language Persep spoke was long forgotten when the jist of the words were “you’re a monster now.” 

How could he argue? He left shortly after. No goodbyes, and god if only that was just his only regret. 

Even as he made a new life, moving to the woods away from people, trolls still found him. You could never truly be alone physically, no matter how much you felt it mentally. He had a friend online, a computer nerd that knew how to track his phone. Apparently when no one else cared he left, Hexton wanted to know why he ghosted him and Sarrca. 

When the bronze blood first showed up, Hydran was excited. He missed people. Felt so emotional knowing someone cared to find him. And when Hexton punched him, Hydran started seeing spades. And at first, it was okay. He was used to going hungry, long before he died he rarely ate. He never had the stomach for it. But this new hunger was more feral, like his nose did the thinking for him. He could suppress the way Hexton smelled, how he could hear his blood rush in his veins. He was living off his own blood, well living wasn’t really what he’d call it. 

Hexton vowed to stay, to help him, and they entered something like a blackrom, because neither could stand each other for anything else. And as the weeks went on, Hexton realized Hydran was sick, and getting sicker. You can’t drink your own blood and expect to be okay. But it’s not like Hydran knew that, he didn’t know anything about being a blood drinker... He knew that the more Hexton tried to touch him, tried to force him to drink water, that his blood kept calling to him. He was desperate to ignore the thoughts, tried to eat like Hexton suggested, only to throw it up. He knew what he wanted but refused to think about it. Refused to even wonder what it would taste like to have different blood. 

“You’re dying, I don’t know what you did to yourself, but you’re gonna die,” Hexton snarled, watching Hydran shake as he could barely move from the floor. 

“Why do you think he did something?” Hydran hissed.

“Because you’re stupid,” Hexton answered, walking over to sit on the floor next to him. “You’re insufferable. You’re stubborn. And I think you know what’s wrong. And it’s pissing me off you wont tell me.” 

Hydran felt his teeth ache, his saliva increase as he listened to his blood pusher pump. It was so loud he could barely process what Hexton was even saying. He was still talking, and Hydran could only think about biting him.

“He wants your blood.” Hydran whispered. 

“What?” 

The last bit of strength a dying troll could muster was spent pulling Hexton down, latching his teeth into his neck. Maybe it surprised Hexton so much that he didn’t move, Hydran didn’t know why he didn’t push him off. Hydran wished he did. But in the moment? The warm blood sliding down his throat was all he cared about. It burned, like wine did, and left the same light headed feeling like when you stood up too fast. And he drank until he felt so full it was painful. And the more he drank, the stronger he got, the more he could move, grab Hexton’s shoulders to hold him in place. Until there wasn’t blood left to drink, and there wasn’t life left in him. 

Hydran remembered so clearly the realization through the dazed fog. The way blood dripped from his lips and the way Hexton’s heart wasn’t making any more sounds. 

The worst part was he could hear Persep’s voice, reminding him this is what would have happened if he stayed. 

Hydran hated being a rainbow drinker. 

And when people asked, his first taste of living blood was a random stranger in the woods. If they even got an explanation at all.