There was a Dragon magazine article 30+ years ago about flightless dragons. I think they called them dragons, but with a different latin scientific name.
To echo Kirt, there's a story about my uncle from when they were growing up. The house they lived in was along a dirt alley. For trash pick-up you just put your garbage cans over the fence into the alley. One day when my uncle was around three years old they caught him playing in the alley, trying to lure a cat from where it was hiding among the garbage cans. "Here kitty kitty!" It was an enormous rat.
Originally shared by Jonathan Tweet Tonight, my "Lethal Damage" 13th Age campaign draws to a close. Meanwhile, the guys are work have talked me into running a couple D&D sessions for them. That was the day 13th Age was announced, and they're happy to play 13th Age instead. That will be my "Great Center" campaign, based in the imperial capital of Axis, the center of the world. It's my opportunity to explore the setting from yet another perspective.
Where did it all go wrong, Casey? I can’t pinpoint it, but it was already too late when they remade 3:10 to Yuma and took a movie that was mostly two men talking about morality in a hotel room and put in a Gatling gun.
What have I seen before? If I know birds, id call this a bladefoot or a killer quail.
ReplyDeleteIt's a bird.
ReplyDeletea dragonbird or something?
ReplyDeletelizard chicken
ReplyDeleteI can't think of anything non-lame, like ground eagle.
ReplyDeleteHooked Strider.
ReplyDeleteStunt-winged Murder Brizard.
ReplyDeleteThere was a Dragon magazine article 30+ years ago about flightless dragons. I think they called them dragons, but with a different latin scientific name.
ReplyDeleteNo-Armed Dumb Face.
ReplyDeleteTerror Runner, on account of it looks like a roadrunner that will eat you.
ReplyDeletemaybe it'd just get called a harpy or a hippogriff or something
ReplyDeleteA platygryff.
ReplyDeleteLand buzzard. Dragon harrier. Death grebe.
ReplyDeleteBeak Dog.
ReplyDeleteBreakfast.
ReplyDeleteKitty!
ReplyDeleteTo echo Kirt, there's a story about my uncle from when they were growing up. The house they lived in was along a dirt alley. For trash pick-up you just put your garbage cans over the fence into the alley. One day when my uncle was around three years old they caught him playing in the alley, trying to lure a cat from where it was hiding among the garbage cans. "Here kitty kitty!" It was an enormous rat.
ReplyDeleteDire-Moa?
ReplyDeleteDire-Columbidae :O)
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ReplyDeleteThink also of what people would think of its effect on the habitat.