We’ve covered air and sea; now it’s time to tackle divine
retribution on land: the thunder behemoth. At CR 18 and 25 Hit Dice, the thunder model is actually the
weakest of the behemoths (fit for only destroying “a single nation or empire,”
according to the Bestiary 3), but
that’s likely small comfort to the cities in its path. When you're a god who needs an engine
of divine destruction, but a tarrasque would be overkill, a thunder behemoth
fits the bill nicely.
As with the other behemoths, I think the illustration in the
B3 should be taken as an example, not
a given. Your behemoths might look
like Colossal xorns, six-legged lizards (à la “basic” D&D’s frost
salamanders) grown to huge proportions, triple-trunked oliphaunts, a kind of
styracosaurus/beetle/minotaur, or whatever. (If there was ever a time to go back and watch Digimon for inspiration, this is
probably it.)
“The drow may have
fallen,” it is sometimes said, “but ’twas tower elves that gave them a
push.” Ever since then, no tower
elf (see the Advanced Race Guide) civilization
has been allowed to take root.
While they may inhabit other elven cities as they please, any time they
gather in numbers too great or see one of their number crowned, a thunder
behemoth inevitably erupts from the earth to ensure their namesake crystal
spires fall.
Crafting a sword
powerful enough to slay a deity’s son was reason enough to punish the Vault
of Dolbaddon for their hubris with a thunder behemoth. And that sword, so desperately needed
by adventurers now, is still in one of the behemoth’s five stomachs, encysted
where it lodged after being swallowed so long ago. The behemoth itself has not been seen for a millennium, and
is presumed buried deep in the mantle or on another planet entirely.
The Lashkalan Jungle
is impenetrable even for skyships—storms cycle through the rainforest
year-round, and the trees have been witnessed shooting vines and
cannonball-hard seedpods whole cable lengths into the air to bring down
flyers. The one sure path through
the jungle is to follow the meandering route of the Ravening That Walks, a
tempest behemoth that devours all before it. Of course, the bristling, pangolin-like dinosaur has been
known to double back on its own trail from time to time…
—Pathfinder Bestiary 3
39
Edit: Sorry for the
lateness of this post. I know some
of you have been awaiting it eagerly.
Original entry: Busy with
Thanksgiving. Post to come tomorrow. Gobble, gobble!
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