Bulettes are one of those monsters that are just crazy enough to work despite being an absurd concept. LAND. SHARKS. Anyway, while you can always turn your campaign into jaws but on land, we'll go another route, and see what else makes these tick in the following entries.
Spiridon the alchemist has been mutating bulettes for the past few years. While he also made several alchemically aligned specimens, his proudest work are bulletes that feed only on a certain type of humanoid.
Indeed, if anyone breaks into his lair, he quickly scans the ancestries of the intruders, before opening the heavy, metal canisters containing bulettes who will only try to eat the intruders and not him.
Unfortunately for him, if someone know his secret - and the Shire Constabulary, chasing after him, have learned it - opening the canister with the elf-eater bullete might not end up well for him...
Deep Black is the oldest, meanest, and most definitely largest bulette arround. The massive female stalks the outskirts of the dwarven undercity of Kel Marhmahoor, slaughtering entire caravans in one attack. Recently, its appetites seem to have increased, as it has entered the city itself on several occasions, snatching people and dragging them back under the ancient bedrock. Dwarven heroes are called for, and the beast needs to be slain once for all.
For ages, The Royal Stables of the Kingdom of Gnarlia have had a designated bulette slayer. Unfortunately, the previous man fell ill, and passed away a mere night away. Now, as the king's new champions arrive to be given horses and ride away on a new adventure, a bullete appears, foaming at the mouth...
Spiridon the alchemist has been mutating bulettes for the past few years. While he also made several alchemically aligned specimens, his proudest work are bulletes that feed only on a certain type of humanoid.
Indeed, if anyone breaks into his lair, he quickly scans the ancestries of the intruders, before opening the heavy, metal canisters containing bulettes who will only try to eat the intruders and not him.
Unfortunately for him, if someone know his secret - and the Shire Constabulary, chasing after him, have learned it - opening the canister with the elf-eater bullete might not end up well for him...
Deep Black is the oldest, meanest, and most definitely largest bulette arround. The massive female stalks the outskirts of the dwarven undercity of Kel Marhmahoor, slaughtering entire caravans in one attack. Recently, its appetites seem to have increased, as it has entered the city itself on several occasions, snatching people and dragging them back under the ancient bedrock. Dwarven heroes are called for, and the beast needs to be slain once for all.
For ages, The Royal Stables of the Kingdom of Gnarlia have had a designated bulette slayer. Unfortunately, the previous man fell ill, and passed away a mere night away. Now, as the king's new champions arrive to be given horses and ride away on a new adventure, a bullete appears, foaming at the mouth...
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