The Fallen Skies
From the journal of Tolan Medrash
Unbelievably fast for something so big, this horrible beast combines the raw strength and power of the noble bear with the merciless hunting instincts of a bird of prey. Were it not for the fey powers of Cirindal I’m sure the beast would have torn me in two.
I suspect I would rather do battle with Giant-kin than face another such beast, for the thing held no fear of fire or weapons, only an endless blood-lust.
The creature stood some 12’ tall, and it’s claws could strike well beyond the reach of a man or elf with a sword. It’s thick fur and hide absorbed blows that would have sundered Plate armor, and it’s terrible screech was deafening at close range.
Altogether unpleasant and to be avoided in the future.
Most folklore regarding owls as omens of death can be trace back to these horrible fey beasts.