I don’t know if any mythological monster has suffered from
fantasy RPGs’ power creep as badly as the roc.
When you look at bestiaries of folklore, rocs are badass. Dragons? Forget
dragons. Aside from two notable exceptions, most of them aren’t even bigger
than St. George’s horse.
Basilisk? Sic a weasel on
it. Chimera? Get yourself a lump of lead and a
lance. But rocs? They can carry off elephants.
But since all they are is big birds—no spells or special
abilities to speak of—they’re not that scary once PCs reach a certain level.
My answer? Make
sure PCs are exposed to rocs before that level. A CR 9 bird won’t scare your 9th-level PCs, but it has a
good shot of terrifying your 6th-level ones. Send the roc after them when they’re exposed, or when
conditions favor the roc—when they’re on a pitching ship deck, for instance, or
a bare cliff face. A roc that
attacks in a daisy-filled meadow isn’t scary, but a roc that takes a camel from
their train day after day when they’re lost in the desert is a nightmare. And if you decide to give your rocs the
Advanced treatment, you can easily give them a fear-causing shriek or a
gale-raising wing beat that adds some CR to the encounter without sacrificing
the roc’s iconic feel.
If all else fails, put a cloud giant sorcerer on the roc’s
back. That’s plenty scary.
In the minaret-spired
cities of the South, rocs are a known hazard. But when a roc carries off the Alabaster Juggernaut, an elephant-shaped construct the pasha uses
to hammer down the fortifications of his enemies, the despot places a bounty on
their heads too large to ignore.
Beren Skyheart is a
druid with some limited oracular talents. He reads the future in the entrails of the birds his roc
companion catches. Beren is fond
of dangerous monsters, excusing even terrible creatures like chimeras and
bulettes for their depredations, and he will battle those that hunt them. But
anyone who takes up arms against gnolls or hobgoblins earns his respect.
A garuda comes out of
the wastes seeking adventurers of noble heart. Roc-riding cloud giants have descended upon the suli city of
Harmony, and the residents need experienced warriors to lead the counterstrike.
—Pathfinder Bestiary
236
Also, forget looking rocs up in Mythological Monsters Revisited—they got a single line in the
Introduction.
Rocs don’t grow to full size as long as they are animal
companions, apparently. So…are
druids with roc companions kind souls looking after the runts of the nest...or
are they the things stunting their companions growth? Or is it a lifespan thing? Maybe elven druids are the only ones who live long enough to
see their rocs grow to Gargantuan size…
Oh, by the way, something I completely forgot to mention on the post for the Revanant, 4e had a very interesting take on them, in that they were a PC Race.
ReplyDeleteThey were people revived by the Raven Queen (Basically 4e's spooky sinister Neutral death goddess) with chalk-white skin and crowlike extremities who were brought back to execute some specific agenda for the Raven Queen, though they might not know which agenda they're supposed to pursue.
The Great, Hopefully Not Late (Cancer's a bitch don'tcha know) Jared VonHindman did a neat article on 'em for D&D Outsider, so you should probably check that out.