The Seven Ravens

Medium humanoid (shapechanger), Neutral

Armor Class 13 (leather armor)

Hit Points 52 (8d8 + 16)

Speed 30 ft., fly 50 ft. (Raven form only)

STR 12 (+1) · DEX 16 (+3) · CON 14 (+2) · INT 10 (+0) · WIS 12 (+1) · CHA 10 (+0)

Skills Acrobatics +5, Perception +3, Stealth +5, Survival +3

Gear Leather armor, shortsword, 1d4 shiny gemstones, 1 silver ring

Senses darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 13

Languages Common, Auran

Challenge 2 (450 XP)

Actions

Multiattack: The shapeshifter makes two attacks. It can replace one attack with Spellcasting.

Shortsword (Humanoid Form Only). Melee Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 6 (1d6 + 3) piercing damage.

Wicked Beak (Raven Form Only). Melee Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 5 (1d4 + 3) piercing damage, and the target is knocked Prone.

Feather Dart (Raven Form Only). Ranged Attack: +5 to hit, range 30/60 ft., one target. Hit: 5 (1d4 + 3) piercing damage.

Spellcasting: At Will: Minor Illusion (PHB, p. 298). 1/Day Each: Fog Cloud (PHB, p. 276)

Lore

Seven brothers cursed into black ravens and exiled to a mystical realm.

Extraordinary things happen in this world, and so it once came to pass that a woman gave birth to seven sons at the same time. They all grew up sturdy and healthy. Several years later she had a daughter as well. The children’s father was a hard-working, highly skilled craftsman; people hired him readily, and he earned enough not only to feed his big family but—thanks to his thrifty wife—to save a little for a rainy day.

Sadly, the father died far too young. The poor widow was left without an income and simply couldn’t earn enough to feed and clothe eight children. Worse yet, the seven boys kept growing and eating more, and, to their mother’s heartbreak, they were becoming ever more unruly—wild and even mean. The poor woman could hardly bear her sorrow. She wanted so desperately to raise kind, God-fearing children, but neither severity nor gentleness had any effect; the boys’ hearts stayed hard as stone. One day, when her patience finally snapped, she cried out, “Oh, you wicked little ravens—if only you’d turn into seven black ravens and fly away so I’d never have to see you again!” And in that very instant the seven boys turned into ravens, flew out the window, and vanished.

From Grimm Legends Bestiary 5E, p. 94 · Fern Flower Press