Famed in heraldry, hippocampi are the steeds of the
sea. Most encounters with them
will therefore usually be encounters with their riders as well.
Good-hearted does not
equal welcoming. The key to
winning an audience with a triton tribune is to participate in the annual
roundup of the wild hippocampus mustangs off the Plymouth Shelf.
Polar hippocampi can
be quite loyal. The Inu tribes
of the North are human, not even gillmen, yet as soon as the pack ice melts
their hippocampi steeds return to take them hunting, bearing their
harpoon-wielding riders safely above the frigid arctic waters.
The rare giant
hippocampi often have adaptations appropriate to the darker depths in which
they dwell—bioluminescent orbs, razor-sharp, spines, expandable jaws, and so
forth. Most are wild, and those
few that have been domesticated are the property of ceratioidi crime families,
who jealously guard the secrets of their breeding.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 2
155
By the way, yes, I’m back from vacation—hi!—and yes, the
hill giant entry has been updated in full.
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