Keen Sight. The Bolor has advantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks that rely on sight.
Glide. If it isn't incapacitated or wearing heavy armor, the bolor can extend its aerodynamic arms to move up to 5 feet horizontally for every 1 foot it descends in the air.
Multiattack. The Bolor makes two attacks: one with its beak and one with its talons.
Beak. Melee Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 13 (2d8 + 4) piercing damage.
Talons. Melee Weapon Attack: +7 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 17 (2d12 + 4) slashing damage. If this attack hits a medium or smaller target, the target is grappled (escape DC 14). While grappling the target, the Bolor cannot use its talons on another target.
Gliding Attack: If the Bolor glides at least 20 feet straight toward a target and then hits it with a talons attack on the same turn, the target takes an extra 9 (2d8) damage. If the target is a creature, it must succeed on a DC 15 Strength saving throw or be knocked prone.
Safe Descent. When it would take damage from a fall, the bolor spreads its arms to reduce the fall's damage to 0.
Description
The Bolor are powerful and majestic creatures native to the elevations of Mount Targon, feared by all who traverse the rocky terrain and biting cold of the mountain’s higher reaches. Their plumage a blend of resplendent white and earthen brown around their heads and necks, they seamlessly blend into the snowy environment, making them formidable ambush predators.
Adapting to the mountain's thin air and treacherous precipices, these quadrupedal avian carnivores evolved formidable climbing abilities, with talons and beaks tinted a striking dark blue, as hard and sharp as the ice of their home. They move with a grace that belies their size, capable of long, silent glides interrupted only by the infamous trilling cry that sounds like a herald of death itself.
Preying upon the unwary Tamu and other mountain fauna, the Bolor swoops down with an unmatched predator’s precision. The sound of their cry sends a chilling message across the ledges and gorges: in the heights of Mount Targon, the Bolor reigns supreme, and to let one's guard down, even for an instant, is to invite a swift and feathered end.
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