A corpse lion hive is considered a serious menace by local settlements, so much so that entire villages have uprooted and left in the past. Once their preferred food source is expended, once the forests and graveyards have given up their dead, they come for the living to carry them off to hang in their larders to ripen.
Size:Roughly the size of a large dog, but with longer legs.
Speed:As fast as a house cat.
AC:14. Their shell is hard, their organs are simple & robust and they're as fast as hell.
Mandibles and claws +2 1d6
Gummy resin goo +1 paralyse save or blinded, further successes against a blind target will disable a limb (randomise)
Sometimes they won't drain you and instead disable you with their gummy saliva, burrow their heads into your gut and deposit an egg sac. This process leaves you alive long enough to keep the eggs warm, and briefly enough so that you are suitably tasty for when they hatch. (The egg sac can be removed with Cure Disease or traumatic ghetto surgery)
Reaction (pg. 56 of LotFP):-4, unless cornered or outnumbering you 4:1, in which case they will attempt to kill you and take you back to their nest. If you are inside the nest they will perceive you as a threat and put their whole weight into removing you.
8. 10 when defending eggs.
They smell like old nutmeg and sound like someone trying to light a cigarette lighter unsuccessfully.