Boneback Runner
The sun beats down on cracked stone and dust-scarred wind, but still, the Hadrosaurus Mount speeds across the barren expanse: massive reptilian flank flexing, leathery jaws bared, claws biting into hardened earth. Ridden by goblins of the Orikan tribes, this beast is no slow beast of burden—it is swift, lithe, and wild.
Its rider perches high on a cracked leather saddle, knees gripping bone ribs, voice raised in war-chant as the mount’s tail lashes like a whip to drive forward. Dust kicks at heels, air vibrates with the beast’s heavy breath, and the horizon fractures with heat haze. The Hadrosaurus is tool, terror, and comrade—used for scouting sand-storms, raiding trade caravans, or delivering urgent messages between scattered goblin camps.