Bestiary of the Speaking Lands ֍ Keystone Fantasy Roleplaying

Feonar whickers softly into the frigid predawn air and you pat her flank absently, watching the herd of plains rhinos through the steam of her rising breath.  When the time is right, you nudge your steed forward, clucking your tongue so Malice and Aforethought, your paired hunting cats, come prowling down the hill in your wake.  If you time this right, you can spook the entire herd just as the sun…