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Hoot peers at the unfriendly host. His unblinking eyes seem to consider her for a second before he looks around the area for other creatures.


After landing near Althea, Hoot hears her speech and understands her frustration. Hoot looks back to Warren and is very animated.


Hoot looks at the fey queen with an inquisitive piercing gaze.

The owl is on edge, appreciating the severity of the situation.


Hoot is disappointed in the lack of defenses against this threat against the vulnerable town. The current general suffered from the two dimensional thinking all bipeds seemed to be under. A creature experienced in flight considered attack and defense as full dimensional problem, not on a flat map.

Warren had to translate: "Hoot wants to be in charge of any military force the kingdom levies. And it can't neglect the air as has been the case till now."


Hoot brought a fey gift for the court. Caught firmly in his talons, the owl brings the struggling spokesman to the middle of the assembly.

”Hoot!”


Hoot had had enough. He looks at Warren and makes a grasping gesture with his talons then......

Hoot swoops down at the fey spokesman. He attempts to grab him in his huge talons.
CMB grab: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29


Hoot telepathically communicates to all animals in the area.

telepathic animal message:
"Hoot will tolerate no nonsense. Stop this storm or there will be trouble. These four creatures at the top of this tower seem to be the problem."


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Hoot flies perfectly into the castle, taking the highest possible approach. These impudent and obstreperous fairy creatures were getting to be frustrating, but maybe it was some time to have some fun.


Racing was beneath Hoot, but flying into a storm, that was worthy of his energy. Hoot takes off behind the others and headed to the source of the storm.


Hoot sniffs and whistles and Warren’s eagle comes out to race.

”Tuney will be racing. I don’t do races.”. The eagle prepares to race.

Tuney is faster at 80’


Hoot for General! Love northern cali especially SLO by Cal Poly


The crafty owl moved around Horace. He reached his mind out to the creatures of note. The elder sparrow and leader of the squirrels. A good information network flowed from the bottom up. A special patch of clover, the location of bee hives, all were learned and traded as the owl built an economy based on information.


Yes he is. Hoot is 18 feet tall with a 30 foot wingspan and just under 600 pounds.

Warren, when in eagle form, is of a similar size unless he is in stealth mode as a diminutive eagle.


Hoot may want to be general and Warren be his aide de camp and courier for important messages!! He may be very qualified.

I like our theme music--fits each of us!! Obviously Hoot hates FLy Like an Eagle as the group theme song even though three of the flock of four are eagles!!


The wise owl shrugs his wings and moves closer to Pelipe, seeming to look into Warren's mind.
The thoughts of this sad translator, though muddled, seem to indicate the females in this group seem to be the only ones that understand my proper station.
Hoot moves closer to Pelipe and then the ranger. He forms a single word in greeting to each of them. "Hoot!"

Kn Geography then history: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 271d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Maybe Hoot knows about Nyrissa and this Seven place??