Reading the stat block for this thing, two things catch my eye
1. Despite being essentially a giant two headed turtle, its not a beast - its an aberration, suggesting ties to the more nefarious breeds of creatures, or even an artificial origin
2. Despite its relatively low intelligence and bestial appearance, it can speak.
The Dread Leviathan is a baomal hunting off the coast of the Inigo archipelago. The Baomal is so adamant in its hunt, that legend goes that no-one has left the islands and their several warring nations three hundred years.
When a group of swashbucklers take it upon themselves to be the saviours of their people, and manage to defeat the mighty beast, they are surprised to hear the ancient thing speak the priest tongue with its dying breath. There and then, it tells the would-be heroes a tale of how the people of the islands have become the carriers of a terrible plague, to which they are immune, but continental people would not be. The Leviathan was, or so it claims, sworn by a mighty dragon to forever keep the plague isolated on the archipelago.
If the heroes believe it to be telling the truth, they must find a way to stem the inevitable wave of explorers wanting to see the world now that the beast lies dead on the bottom of the ocean.
In the Nangaska region, the seasons are measured according to baomal migrations. When the giant monsters migrate south, the people of the region return to their summer homes, and live off fishing for a while. As soon as the dreaded spikes are spotted on the horizon, entire villages return inland, where they live off foraging and hunting gazelles.
One season, only two of the great beasts return, and when they do, they beg the fishermen to come with them to a land on the other side of the world, sailing on their backs.
The elven nations of Al'Cantara have been in perpetual war for as long as anyone can remember. While alliances were made and broken on a daily basis, one thing has been constant - noone ever allied the treacherous drow. That is, until now. The sea-elves, for some unknown reason, accepted an alliance offer from the drow, and within three months of signing a pact, their united forces presented their new weapon - a fleshwarped creature similar to a two-headed dragon turtle, but large enough to snap a capital ship in two with a single bite.
While the creature appears to be an unique experiment for now, knowing the drow, its only a matter of time before they conclude the tests and try to replicate it on a mass scale. Slaying the creature as well as its creator is the only chance the other nations hope to have, lest all ports be forever cut off from the world.
1. Despite being essentially a giant two headed turtle, its not a beast - its an aberration, suggesting ties to the more nefarious breeds of creatures, or even an artificial origin
2. Despite its relatively low intelligence and bestial appearance, it can speak.
The Dread Leviathan is a baomal hunting off the coast of the Inigo archipelago. The Baomal is so adamant in its hunt, that legend goes that no-one has left the islands and their several warring nations three hundred years.
When a group of swashbucklers take it upon themselves to be the saviours of their people, and manage to defeat the mighty beast, they are surprised to hear the ancient thing speak the priest tongue with its dying breath. There and then, it tells the would-be heroes a tale of how the people of the islands have become the carriers of a terrible plague, to which they are immune, but continental people would not be. The Leviathan was, or so it claims, sworn by a mighty dragon to forever keep the plague isolated on the archipelago.
If the heroes believe it to be telling the truth, they must find a way to stem the inevitable wave of explorers wanting to see the world now that the beast lies dead on the bottom of the ocean.
In the Nangaska region, the seasons are measured according to baomal migrations. When the giant monsters migrate south, the people of the region return to their summer homes, and live off fishing for a while. As soon as the dreaded spikes are spotted on the horizon, entire villages return inland, where they live off foraging and hunting gazelles.
One season, only two of the great beasts return, and when they do, they beg the fishermen to come with them to a land on the other side of the world, sailing on their backs.
The elven nations of Al'Cantara have been in perpetual war for as long as anyone can remember. While alliances were made and broken on a daily basis, one thing has been constant - noone ever allied the treacherous drow. That is, until now. The sea-elves, for some unknown reason, accepted an alliance offer from the drow, and within three months of signing a pact, their united forces presented their new weapon - a fleshwarped creature similar to a two-headed dragon turtle, but large enough to snap a capital ship in two with a single bite.
While the creature appears to be an unique experiment for now, knowing the drow, its only a matter of time before they conclude the tests and try to replicate it on a mass scale. Slaying the creature as well as its creator is the only chance the other nations hope to have, lest all ports be forever cut off from the world.
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