Uglos, The Prince of Indulgence
Natural Armor:-
Natural Armor +140 gp
Passive Abilities:-
Bloated Resistance1000 gp
Full Abilities:-
Devourer’s Maw2000 gp
Abilities:-
Curse of the Glutted Soul10000 gp
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Feast of Madness
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Legendary Defenses
Reaction Abilities:-
Mana Eater
At Will Spell(s):-
Fire Storm7
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Fireball3
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Hellfire Blast6
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Hellfire Burst7
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Hellfire Harrowing4
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Hellfire Veil3
Monster Bits:-
6000000 Fiendish Essence1.5 gp
You see flesh cascade in folds over a throne of gnawed bone and melted gold. Rings squeeze sausage-thick fingers. His mouth gapes wide—wet, glistening—with chewed jewels and slick strips of steaming meat.
Uglos, The Prince of Indulgence
Demon Lord of Gluttony, Lord of the Maw, Feaster of Flesh and Gold
Appearance
Uglos is a titanic, grotesque demon whose corpulent form swells beyond the limits of mortal comprehension. His skin is a patchwork of boils, stretch marks, and tattooed runes of excess. Rolls of flesh hang from his jowls and belly like draped curtains, each movement releasing the scent of rot and rare spices. Though he attempts to mask his gluttonous form beneath flowing robes of fine silk, studded with priceless gems and gold chains, they cling to his body in futility—torn, stained, and perpetually soaked in sweat and blood.
Atop his mountainous body sits a crown formed of twisted silverware, gnawed bones, and golden teeth—spoils offered by his worshipers. His clawed fingers are adorned with rings once worn by kings, and his eyes burn with insatiable hunger, glowing like twin ovens set deep in his bloated skull.
Domain: The Crimson Feast-Hall
Within the lower circles of the Nine Hells, Uglos reigns over the Crimson Feast-Hall—a vast domain of endless banquet tables, butchered titans, and rivers of spiced blood. Ogres, gluttonous demons, and cursed souls toil day and night, preparing offerings of exotic meats, stolen treasures, and their own limbs in hopes of earning Uglos’s fleeting favor.
Walls of flesh pulse with infernal heat, and giant forks rise like towers along the horizon. No meal ever ends, and no guest leaves whole.
Worship and Influence
Uglos is revered as The Great Maw by the Ogre race, who offer tributes of meat, gold, and their own kin. His influence over gluttony is so profound that even demons under his command become ravenous beasts—fighting, feeding, and feasting upon their kin in endless pursuit of his approval.
Those blessed by Uglos receive a "Gift of the Maw"—an infernal boon that enhances strength and vitality the more they consume. But this gift is a curse in disguise, for the gluttonous power always spirals, mutating the host into a bloated horror before they are devoured by Uglos himself—often alive.
Hatred of the Elves
To Uglos, the Elves are an affront—slender, graceful, and wasteful in his eyes. He does not hunger for their taste, but rather hungers for their destruction. Their beauty and moderation insult his creed. He empowers his Ogre champions and demon lieutenants with temporary bursts of horrific strength whenever they march against Elven lands, just to make their slaughter more delectable. To Uglos, a charred Elf is a minor snack—best served with gold-leafed wine and powdered bone-marrow.
Uglos lifts his golden chalice, stained crimson. The air swells with rot, sweat, and roasted fat. His gaping maw stretches into a toothy grin as the feast screams beneath his tablecloth of skin.
“Raise your eyes, morsels… for the Prince of Indulgence toasts!” To fattened fear, carved from your trembling bones!” “To blood-wine, aged in the skulls of cowards!” To meats so fresh, they still remember their names!” He laughs, a gurgling avalanche of bile and joy, spraying bits of half-chewed flesh across the floor.
“You’ve wandered far for glory, gold, or gods… but tonight, you’ve brought me something rarer: unseasoned fools. Look at this table! Ogres bled their own kin for this feast! Demons crushed rivals just to lick the scraps! And you… you bring me your bodies, still warm… how thoughtful.”
He downs the goblet in a single gulp, his throat bulging like a python swallowing a deer. “Let the feast begin—Screams for spice, flame for flavor! And when your bones crack beneath my teeth… remember: you were always meant to be devoured.”
Environment:
Devils
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Special Senses:-
Fiendsight: +60
- Damage Type Immunity:
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Poison
- Immune to Status Effect:
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Poisoned
