Bestiary Observations

“A beast whose vestigial wings are now naught but bone.

Concentrated Mist spills forth from its body in such powerful waves that to stand in its way is to risk losing both body and soul in one fell attack. Perhaps this is why the name of the elvoret is so often heard in the tavern when passions flare, the direness of the creature adding weight to the most vehement of drunken oaths.”