Such a shame for the lad to leave his keelboat all empty, a rough looking river man thought to himself as he stared at the keelboat. It sat there with its colorfully striped tent walls rolled down and tied into place covering the deck between midship and cabin providing the crew a nice place for sleeping; when they were aboard, and no one was. He had seen them all go off with one of their two dogs. Why would anyone with a keelboat keep two really big dogs as mascots? Sure, they looked big and bad but they were only dogs. The river man licked his lips with a grin as he drew his cutlass. His blade had seen better days as it had nicks and more than one rusty spot, but he kept the blade sharp. Damn fools were about to lose one of their mascots as well as their boat. He put away the cutlass. It was time to get himself a fine keelboat. Laughing under his breath, the river man walked along the dock to the keelboat. No one paid him any notice. That was how things were on the docks. No one cared about anything other than their own boat. And it was how he expected to get away with stealing the boat in broad daylight. Looking up and down the dock, he did not see any of the keelboat's crew. Drawing his cutlass in case the dog got all mean, he stepped onto the keelboat. He almost groaned in pleasure at the strong sturdy wood of the deck beneath his feet. No half-rotted, leaky, near to sinking crappy boat here! A growl came from the tied open front flaps of the deck tent and he turned. There stood the other dog. Its black and gold striped back fur bristled and its fangs shone starkly white against its big wide head whose face was a black mask. The river man crouched, bringing his cutlass to the ready. "Time t' die ya slobberin' cur," he sneered at the dog. The big dog looked him in the eye. "WOOF!" With that single loud bark, the air slammed into the river man. His ribs cracked as he was hurled off the deck and into the stern of the keelboat moored ahead of The Gosling. Dazed and near unconscious, the river man fell into the water which shocked him back to his senses. Sputtering and floundering, he managed to swim away under the dock and to the shore where he climbed out. The dog looked at the cutlass laying on the deck. With a disdainful sniff, he picked up the cutlass and dropped it over the side with a little splash. He gave himself a shake and went back under the deck tent to lay down on his blanket and contentedly chew on his bone.Gur Stats
Darkvision: 60 feet Trip Str DC:12 or prone Multiattack: A gur can bite twice each turn
Thunderbark (recharge 5-6 on 1d6) 1d6 15 foot cone Con DC:13 success for 1/2 damage and not knocked back, failure take 2d8 damage Thunder and knocked back 10 feet 2d8 Bite Attack:+6 1d8+2 damage Pierce 1d6+2
Gur can live in any environment as it does not need to breath, though it needs air for its Thunderbark.
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