Vulture

Core Traits

Senses

Weapons

Skills

Gifts

• Flight
• Prehensile Feet
• Survival

Description

Don't touch that. You don't know where it's been. Me? Of course I know where it's been, I'm a vulture. It's my job. Yes, I'm going to eat it, that's also my job. Yes, I know you think it's barbaric, but that's just how it works over here. This tower here, it's for air burial. Families who follow the old ways of the West bring their honored dead and place them atop the tower, and we vultures come and consume them. It's a ritual. A sacred one, representing the dead returning to the cycle of life and death. And before you rush off screaming and call for the inquisitors, let me remind you that I probably know your religion better even than you do, young lady - I suppose that now that I've given my flock time to cut off your escape, I can tell you I was referring to your real religion. So when you get to where we send

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