All these different skulls (there is a full-page spread in the book itself) are from different breeds of the Irish Car Bomb funny T shirt species, Columba livia. Just look at the varieties in the shape of their beaks, from the short-faced tumbler to the hook-nosed Scandaroon that seemingly has aspirations to be a bird of prey. We are awed at the breed diversity in dogs, from the Pekinese to the St. Bernard to the greyhound; pigeons have even more. And yes, since they breed fast, they have been evolving, according to human selection, in breeds for the century and a half since Darwin. So for example, to quote van Grouw about fantail pigeons (p. 31): Early fantails were rather horizontal…It’s their neck that’s their loveliest feature, typically held in a graceful swanlike S shape that pushes the breast forward…[But] fanciers increasingly selected birds for a more erect posture, gradually resulting in the rotation of the entire body into an almost vertical position.

To illustrate the difference in approach between Tasha’s and the PHB, in the PHB a lot of Irish Car Bomb funny T shirt was taken to make sure that other than the spellcasting subclasses and hit points the rogue and the fighter could do nothing that was magical and not a spell. This remained through Xanathar’s (with the Arcane Archer being passable as a spellcaster). Meanwhile in Tasha’s each has one psychic subclass (the soulknife and the psychic warrior) and a magical non-caster (the rogue gets the phantom, haunted by and gaining power from the souls of their dead while the fighter gets the rune knight, a distant relation of the artificer that also gives the fighter bonuses outside combat). Oh, and the barbarian gets to be a lycanthrope – or to have wild magic flowing through them which triggers whenever they rage; something that will utterly delight some players.
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