Roc

Mountains give them a little room; everything else is prey. A roc can lift a cart like a hare. It nests on the highest crags amid a tangle of whole trees and the wreckage of past meals, hunting a territory measured in days of flight. To a roc, a ship and a stag are the same errand - something to carry home to screaming chicks.

Bite: piercing, melee 10 ft, +4 to hit, 2d10+5, 2d10+5. Talons: slashing, 10 ft, hold on hit. Wing Gale: 20-ft cone, save Dex Quick; on fail pushed 10 ft; cooldown 2 rounds.

Sky’s tyrant (cannot be knocked prone while flying unless incapacitated). Senses: Twilight Sight, Keen Smell.