Leatherhead
Possibly a Idiot.
Domesticated Catoblepas. That's someones idea of a white elephant gift for sure.
Here is a scenario for you:
Some important official from a neighboring kingdom regards Death Cheese as a delectably irresistible treat. This causes the local nobles to task the PC's with acquiring a catoblepas from a Hag or clergy of Talona (or whichever undesirable god of disease fits your setting), and transport it over the border, into the Official's personal stable.
Complications that could arise from this task:
Finding the less-than-scrupulous individuals who own such beasts, and securing one from them.
Perhaps hiring one of these individuals to travel with you, in case you need someone to handle the beast.
Guiding a huge beast that radiates foulness and can eliminate people with but a glance through the country. Despite the best protests of the farmers, and druids, and anyone with a nose.
Crossing the border with a walking epicenter of blight, without causing an international conflict.
Safely stabling the beast, and hoping that the Official knows what they are doing with it, because you sure as heck don't at this point.
Maybe, just maybe, one of the more twisted members of the group develops a bond with the beast.
And what book is that from, if I may ask?
Here is a scenario for you:
Some important official from a neighboring kingdom regards Death Cheese as a delectably irresistible treat. This causes the local nobles to task the PC's with acquiring a catoblepas from a Hag or clergy of Talona (or whichever undesirable god of disease fits your setting), and transport it over the border, into the Official's personal stable.
Complications that could arise from this task:
Finding the less-than-scrupulous individuals who own such beasts, and securing one from them.
Perhaps hiring one of these individuals to travel with you, in case you need someone to handle the beast.
Guiding a huge beast that radiates foulness and can eliminate people with but a glance through the country. Despite the best protests of the farmers, and druids, and anyone with a nose.
Crossing the border with a walking epicenter of blight, without causing an international conflict.
Safely stabling the beast, and hoping that the Official knows what they are doing with it, because you sure as heck don't at this point.
Maybe, just maybe, one of the more twisted members of the group develops a bond with the beast.
And what book is that from, if I may ask?