| Cliff Racers | Group, Organized, Terrifying | |
| Pecking beak (d10 damage 1 piercing) | 6 HP | 1 armor |
| Close | ||
| 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
Created by: First Son of Light
