Cliff Racers Group, Organized, Terrifying
Pecking beak (d10 damage 1 piercing) 6 HP 1 armor
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Special Qualities: Flaps about on annoying little wings, Wretched squawk

"Cliff Racers? You want to hear about Cliff Racers? Gods damn them, son, Cliff Racers are the vilest things to ever live. You can't hardly walk a mile in Yesterbreeze without the bloody things mobbing you! That's why I moved away! They say the plumes are worth good money, so I hope they hunt them all down. Make the bastards into hats! That would show those grimy, flapping things." Instinct: To harass and eat travelers

  • Swoop down at the worst possible moment
  • Call a swarm of the bastards

Created by: First Son of Light