Encyclopaedia Arcane: Crossbreeding (d20)
An owlbear paces round and round the dry moat encircling the wizard's castle¸ seeking any creature foolish enough to have entered the moat willingly or unfortunate enough to have been thrown there by the wizard's minions. Up in the wizard's stables a pair of night-black pegasi nicker nervously¸ as they always do when they hear the owlbear's hungry cries. Their oversized ravens' wings are as dark as their equine coats¸ the feathers shining in the scant moonlight filtering in from the open stable door. From the tallest tower of the wizard's castle spills light of a different sort¸ magical flames burning eternally in their iron sconces¸ illuminating the wizard's workroom and those within it. The wizard runs his hand through the fur at the top of his cat's head and it purrs its contentment¸ rubbing up against him for more¸ folding its dragon-like wings out of the way and carefully keeping the tip of its envenomed scorpion-tail from scratching its master. The field of magical crossbreeding is not always an easy one and there are many mistakes that can be made along the way - mistakes that can¸ quite literally¸ come back to bite you! However¸ with enough practice¸ a new form of life can eventually be brought into existence and it is then¸ flush with the excitement of success¸ that the magical crossbreeder feels the true power of arcane spellcraft.An owlbear paces round and round the dry moat encircling the wizard's castle¸ seeking any creature foolish enough to have entered the moat willingly or unfortunate enough to have been thrown there by the wizard's minions. Up in the wizard's stables a pair of night-black pegasi nicker nervously¸ as they always do when they hear the owlbear's hungry cries. Their oversized ravens' wings are as dark as their equine coats¸ the feathers shining in the scant moonlight filtering in from the open stable door. From the tallest tower of the wizard's castle spills light of a different sort¸ magical flames burning eternally in their iron sconces¸ illuminating the wizard's workroom and those within it. The wizard runs his hand through the fur at the top of his cat's head and it purrs its contentment¸ rubbing up against him for more¸ folding its dragon-like wings out of the way and carefully keeping the tip of its envenomed scorpion-tail from scratching its master.