Boar

How it fights

A brute fights the way a falling tree fights. Once it is coming the only question is where you are standing. It gives ground grudgingly and takes it back all at once, and it hits hard enough that a mistake is not a setback but the end of the conversation. There is no clever way through one. There is only whether you can take what it gives for as long as it takes to give more back.

Field notes

Boar root the same ground night after night and leave it looking ploughed. They lie up thick in cover through the day and come out at the edges when the light goes, sows and young in a line, the old males alone. A boar does not bluff; if it faces you it is coming, and it comes low and fast and does not stop when hit. The squeal you hear is not the one to worry about.

Where it is met

Met in Fen of Inner Sea, by travellers of levels 15 to 30.

Known by these names

Known by these names: beast of the pack and sentry beast.

What it leaves

Worth hunting for the reinforcement and sharpening it leaves behind, when it leaves anything.

The roll

Under this kind stand three of the least sort, seven of the common sort, seven tough and five elite, and one named: Morth, the Herald of a beast-lord's range.