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I am really hoping the Absalom Menagerie has employed a grizzled 'big game hunter' gunslinger named Mul-Doon that walks around the pens constantly worrying about systematic attacks on the fences. He could be swaggering around with a rifle muttering things like 'They should all be destroyed...'
Really excited about the Absalom Menagerie becoming another Blakros.
Some potential ideas:
-Mystery eggs. Mamma wants them back. What's inside? Surprise Froghemoth!
-Pathfinder Society Agents breaking out some mermaid captives.
-Two words: Leshy infestation.
-Four words: "We have a T-Rex." [/toomanyJurassicParkreferences]
-A animal home for retired intelligent familiars, all lying around exchanging war stories.
-Capture a live Linnorm for the menagerie, bring your colossal nets, bring your healing.

Marthian |

I totally read this in my character's personality... Apparently, my character doesn't like bards making everything sound worse than it is...
Although honestly, with their mastery of narrative structure, they should be ruling the entire cosmos by now, instead of wasting time singing in taverns. (yes, I quoted some villain from some Webcomic... but hey, he brings a point.)

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I am really hoping the Absalom Menagerie has employed a grizzled 'big game hunter' gunslinger named Mul-Doon that walks around the pens constantly worrying about systematic attacks on the fences. He could be swaggering around with a rifle muttering things like 'They should all be destroyed...'
"Shoot her!"

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GM: You hear a wet splat somewhere near the carriage.
Player: I make a perception check. 18!
GM: The goat in the pen is gone, replaced only with a hanging chain. The dismembered leg of the goat is sliding down the front glass window of the carriage. It's too dark to see anything else.
Player: What!? I activate my sunrod.
GM: Your sunrod blasts into life just in time to see the enormous pupil of an adult male T-Rex dilate, right outside your carriage door.
Player: !!!
GM: Roll initiative.

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GM: You hear a wet splat somewhere near the carriage.
Player: I make a perception check. 18!
GM: The goat in the pen is gone, replaced only with a hanging chain. The dismembered leg of the goat is sliding down the front glass window of the carriage. It's too dark to see anything else.
Player: What!? I activate my sunrod.
GM: Your sunrod blasts into life just in time to see the enormous pupil of an adult male T-Rex dilate, right outside your carriage door.
Player: !!!
GM: Roll initiative.
Player 2: I'm going to hide in this toilet stall made of straw...