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MOREHobgoblin Group, Organized, Intelligent, Cautious, Hoarder Sword, Mace, or Flail (b[2d8] damage) 6 HP 3 armor Close Hobgoblins are highly organised, militaristic, orderly, and pitiless. Ruddy-furred, fanged, and muscular, they stand as tall as a large human. Although they are frequently found in the company of goblins, ogres, and other varieties of chaotic goblinoids, this is usually in a ruler relationship to them—hobgoblins thrive on order. A typical hobgoblin warrior wears mail and fights with shield and a sword, mace, or flail. Often they also carry halberds for fighting from the second rank of a formation, and a typical patrol will arm half their number with short bows. A squad will be lead by a sergeant. All will have horns to sound an alarm or summon aid. Hobgoblins are usually encountered as lone scouts and (rarely) scavenging deserters, squads patrolling their borders or on a military work detail, and in well-fortified lairs. They often settle and fortify where there are resources to be exploited, such as a mine, a timber forest, horses, or arable land. These resources are almost always worked by servant races or slaves, as such non-military menial labour is beneath the warrior class. Hobgoblins often domesticate fearsome creatures to serve as guards and to keep their workers terrified; examples include carnivorous apes and basilisks. Instinct: to subjugate and impose structure
- Fight in formation
- Summon reinforcements
- Drive the hordes before us according to plan
- Claim this place
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MORECave Fisher Broodmother Group (two) Strangling filament (d8 damage, 1 piercing) 8 HP 2 armor Forceful, Near Special Qualities: stealth, clings to walls and ceilings Svengnärd was so excited to show us that vein of silver he discovered in the new caves. Well, good thing he was leading the way because all of a sudden, he's eight feet up, kicking spastically at the air. We hacked him down, but the other one pulled him into a stinking hole in the wall. Are you crazy? No, we didn't go after him! Once a Cave Fisher pair has brought a meal back to the nest, you won't hear from either of them for a few days. Sven's feeding the grublings now, and I've taken over the rights to his silver. Here's your pickaxe, and take this mutton with you. Toss it ahead at the third archway. You'll be glad you did. Instinct: Feed the grublings
- Strike from concealment
- Drag a victim into the air or down a hole
- Suffocate and consume