They were made to be devoured, a divine gift from GAEA to Her charges. Each adult weighs more than two men, the flanks beneath their soft white skin laden with fat. Their eyes and ears are weak, their legs likewise. They were never intended to run.
Within the pliant confines of their frames, twinned hearts pump spiced blood to nourish a trove of transplant-ready organs. Each feastbeast houses a surgeon’s vault of excess livers, kidneys, lungs, bladders, organs of all descriptions, equally perfect for the operating table or the banquet. Beneath their swollen stomachs, twinned udders produce a rich milk, from which is made excellent cheese and cream.
The beasts are docile and friendly, eager for human company. They follow their herdsman diligently, and do not squeal when the butcher’s blade is unsheathed. Their fearless idiocy makes them vulnerable to prowling phthalo-jackals and raiders, and they must be watched day and night, for their value exceeds that of a goat or zox. Amongst the people of the Mooncradle Mountains, the feastbeast is the highest marker of prestige, and no marriage or funeral may be held without an exchange of the creatures.
There are subspecies, more rarely found in Vaarn. Clans in the far north herd a smaller, wooly variety, which produces great bales of colourful fleece. Visitors to the Freekeep of Tunsk speak of a herd of feastbeasts belonging to the city’s tyrant, which lay eggs the size of melons, although all travellers agree that this variety does not have udders and produces no milk.
Level 2, Armour 10, Morale Always Flee, Encountered d12
Attack: Trample (d6)
Notes: placid, genesculpted herd animals. Somewhat like a pig and somewhat like a cow, with a hint of human in their eyes and ears.
Organ Donor: feastbeasts have spare internal organs, all of which can be transplanted into a human. True-kin will always accept the transplant; cacogen must roll 1d6 for each mutation. If any die shows a 1, the transplant is rejected.