Michael Hopcroft
Mongoose
We all love to hate the Broo. They are foul-smelling, foul-looking Things That Must Not Be, spreading across the world like horny goats.
At least that's how the humans look at them. But what do the broos think of themselves? what do they see their place in the world as? what is the source of their hatred? what do they eat and drink (for that matter, what can they eat?) If an adventuring party encounters Broos not engaged in raiding and plundering, what are they likely to be doing?
At least that's how the humans look at them. But what do the broos think of themselves? what do they see their place in the world as? what is the source of their hatred? what do they eat and drink (for that matter, what can they eat?) If an adventuring party encounters Broos not engaged in raiding and plundering, what are they likely to be doing?