A knee high chicken pecking at you is an annoyance, a tree high chicken is a terror. As such, the chickadon is something to fear. Its thick blanket of feathers renders all but the largest missiles moot and visions of its massive beak descending are the stuff of nightmares. Its giant talons have been know to knock over small buildings and scratch horses into the ground. When a flock of chickadons threatens a village, those who remain gamble with their very lives. Instinct: To fill its belly

• Lay giant eggs
• Fill the air with clucks
• Scratch with mighty talons
• Raise the dust with their wings

“Can’t all be the High Priest, they said. Can’t all wield the White Spire, they said. Scrub the floor, they told me. The Cthonic Overgod don’t want a messy floor, do he? They said it’d be enlightenment and magic. Feh. It’s bruised knees and dishpan hands. If only I’d been a cleric, instead.” Instinct: To serve dutifully

• Follow dogma
• Offer eternal reward for mortal deeds