The chimera, as printed in the first bestiary, doesn't really have much of a story to it - which makes sense from a book layout perspective, given how much stuff there is in its actual stat block.
What this means for you, as the GM, is that you're given a lot of leeway on how these creatures behave, where they come from, etc. I'd also suggest toying with the types of dragons that go into it (especially as the bestiary two gives us a few more).
On the dragon-ruled continent of Netraxia, many different varieties of chimeras can be found. While people have almost gotten used to the intelligent, almost civilized gold and silver dragon chimeras, myths persist about the Great Chimera, that apparently resides in the primordial Bonelands to the far north. If the stories are true, this chimera that is twice the size of the rest, has the body and one head of an enormous saber-toothed tiger, another head of a great ram (or in some stories, a woolly rhino), and its draconic head is that of an ancient linnorm. If anyone could bring back proof of its existence, they'd be showered with riches and fame - but a scant few would dare venture forth to those lands, chimera or no chimera.
Chimeras may appear as dumb beasts to most, but while limited, they do posses both an intellect and the ability to speak. Gro'Ktollah - an old and vicious chimera that styles himself the King of the Ironspike Mountains - does not much like the recent inclusion of hypogriff rider patrols in his domains, coming from the nearby Fort Strygvyr. To that end, he has kidnapped the governor's firstborn son, and taken him to his hidden lair high in the mountaintops. His demands are simple - if the governor swears a blood oath to draw back the hypogriff riders, the boy will be returned (mostly) unharmed. However, if his demands aren't met in a week's time, the boy will be sent tumbling down to his death.
Lord Himmelshire used to be known for his wild, excessive parties, where every bodily pleasure was given into, but hunger more than any other. One day, an old, rugged man dressed in rags appeared on his doorstep, urging him to give up his wasteful ways, instead funneling resources into helping local communities of dirt-poor woodworkers, miners and fishermen. The lord had the old man flogged to death for insolence, and would have thought nothing of it, had a silver-headed chimera not appeared in his gardens the next day. The chimera uttered a single word - "repent" - and then flew off, taking one of the beautiful trees from the lord's garden on its way out.
Ever since then, the chimera has appeared every week, every time uttering the same word, and ever so slightly damaging the lord's property.
The old noble is in the market for some dragonslayers, though more religiously and morally inclined adventurers might first want to investigate the circumstances bringing forth such punishment in the first place.
What this means for you, as the GM, is that you're given a lot of leeway on how these creatures behave, where they come from, etc. I'd also suggest toying with the types of dragons that go into it (especially as the bestiary two gives us a few more).
On the dragon-ruled continent of Netraxia, many different varieties of chimeras can be found. While people have almost gotten used to the intelligent, almost civilized gold and silver dragon chimeras, myths persist about the Great Chimera, that apparently resides in the primordial Bonelands to the far north. If the stories are true, this chimera that is twice the size of the rest, has the body and one head of an enormous saber-toothed tiger, another head of a great ram (or in some stories, a woolly rhino), and its draconic head is that of an ancient linnorm. If anyone could bring back proof of its existence, they'd be showered with riches and fame - but a scant few would dare venture forth to those lands, chimera or no chimera.
Chimeras may appear as dumb beasts to most, but while limited, they do posses both an intellect and the ability to speak. Gro'Ktollah - an old and vicious chimera that styles himself the King of the Ironspike Mountains - does not much like the recent inclusion of hypogriff rider patrols in his domains, coming from the nearby Fort Strygvyr. To that end, he has kidnapped the governor's firstborn son, and taken him to his hidden lair high in the mountaintops. His demands are simple - if the governor swears a blood oath to draw back the hypogriff riders, the boy will be returned (mostly) unharmed. However, if his demands aren't met in a week's time, the boy will be sent tumbling down to his death.
Lord Himmelshire used to be known for his wild, excessive parties, where every bodily pleasure was given into, but hunger more than any other. One day, an old, rugged man dressed in rags appeared on his doorstep, urging him to give up his wasteful ways, instead funneling resources into helping local communities of dirt-poor woodworkers, miners and fishermen. The lord had the old man flogged to death for insolence, and would have thought nothing of it, had a silver-headed chimera not appeared in his gardens the next day. The chimera uttered a single word - "repent" - and then flew off, taking one of the beautiful trees from the lord's garden on its way out.
Ever since then, the chimera has appeared every week, every time uttering the same word, and ever so slightly damaging the lord's property.
The old noble is in the market for some dragonslayers, though more religiously and morally inclined adventurers might first want to investigate the circumstances bringing forth such punishment in the first place.
glad you like it mate
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