Download both this poster for coloring and the short story that goes with it! Originally 8in x 11in, size it any way you like.
C is for Centaur! Like their allies, elves and sylvan folk, centaurs live out their lives in relative peace and isolation. But as tribal hunter-gatherers, these formidable hybrids will bring ruin to those unwelcome in their lands.
The Centaur is the third in Catherine Thrush's A-Z collection of Dungeons and Dragons Monsters. Get the whole set in her coloring book, Dungeon Monsters & Tavern Tales, or enjoy them individually.
The first page of the PDF is the image and the second page tells the Centaur's story with a cowboy flair.
An excerpt from the story:
Centaur
Hooves clopped on hard-packed dirt as a stranger made his way into the town of Dry Creek. He was tall and broad, with sharp cheekbones, sun-leathered skin, and flint-hard eyes. He wore a hickory longbow slung over his shoulder and his ammo in a quiver across his back.
Townsfolk on the main street skittered away when they saw him coming, ducking into shops and homes, slamming doors, bolting locks.
He drew up in front of the Boot Hall Tavern.
A man with a badge eased out. “’Fraid you’ll have to move on, Hoss. ’Less you want to be strung up. Your kind’s not welcome here.”
“You know what I want, lawman,” the stranger said.
“Reckon I do. Don’t mean you’ll get it.” The lawman put a hand on his double-action crossbow.
The stranger looked around and spotted men with bows and crossbows around every corner.
“I guess ya want to do this the hard way,” the stranger said. “Bring ’em to the wall in two hours’ time, or my boys will tear up this town. There won’t be a stone left standing.”
As the stranger turned and clopped back out of town, the lawman’s jaw tightened...
Find out what happens next!
