The Golden Kinglet

Tiny fey, Unaligned

Armor Class 13

Hit Points 2 (1d4)

Speed 10 ft., Fly 50 ft.

STR 2 (−4) · DEX 16 (+3) · CON 8 (−1) · INT 4 (−3) · WIS 14 (+2) · CHA 15 (+2)

Skills Perception +4, Stealth +5

Gear 1d4 tiny golden eggs (worth 50 gp each)

Senses passive Perception 14

Languages Understands Sylvan but cannot speak

Challenge 0 (10 XP)

Traits

Aura of Fortune. While the kinglet is alive and well-treated, its owner enjoys subtle good luck, gaining a +1 bonus to all saving throws.

Curse of the Betrayer. If the kinglet is sold or traded for profit, its former owner’s luck sours immediately. The seller suffers Disadvantage on all ability checks and saving throws for 7 days, and cannot benefit from the Aura of Fortune ever again.

Destiny's Feast. If the kinglet is slain, cooked, and entirely consumed by a humanoid, that creature is infused with an overwhelming destiny. The next time the consumer participates in a contest, trial, or tournament of great importance, they gain Advantage on all attack rolls and ability checks made to win the event. Once this fate is fulfilled, the magic fades.

Golden Eggs. At the dawn of every seventh day, the kinglet lays a single pea-sized egg made of pure gold, worth 50 gp.

Actions

Peck. Melee Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 1 Piercing damage.

Bonus Actions

Nimble Escape. The kinglet takes the Disengage or Hide action.

Lore

A magical bird that brings good fortune.

After the old man passed away, the family had nothing to eat. Each week the kinglet laid a pea-sized egg with a faint yellow sheen. While their father was alive, he had quietly taken those eggs to town and come back with money and food. Once the pantry was empty, the eldest son gathered the eggs that had piled up and tried to sell them. Everyone he approached just laughed at the tiny “bird eggs.” At last a stranger, feeling sorry for the hungry youth, handed him a few coins.

They bought food, but it was gone in a day or two. The youth set out with another egg. This time he bumped into the very buyer who used to deal with their father. The man knew the truth: the eggs were pure gold. Realizing the young man had no idea, he said slyly, “I don’t need another egg. Sell me the bird itself and I’ll pay handsomely.” Together they walked back to the forest cottage.

From Grimm Legends Bestiary 5E, p. 84 · Fern Flower Press