World - Bestiary

Demon

Large, vicious and powerful, demons have no natural place in Cieve. They come only by the call of a sorcerer or the lure of a place of power. They must feed on sorcerous energies to live and and will quickly fade back into their own world if not sustained in such a way. Demons detest the mages who bind them, and if an careless or unlucky sorcerer should lose control of one, the demon will invariably use its remaining power to cause as much suffering and misery to the little mortal creature that dared to summon it forth.

Whelk

Tasty, oh, you won't find better meat, I'll tell ye straight out. They're big 'n mean, though, and they spit acid on anything they want to eat, which is anything. The young 'uns come up out of the water to eat, that's when to get em. They never stop growin' and live a real long time, though, so the rare ones that make it get extra big 'n mean.

Drifts

Ah, the farmer's bane, cowdangler, eater of sheep. Personally I like 'em, their leather is nice and light, but I can see how having one of these float around your field could be irritating. They drift around on the breeze watching for unattended cows, sheep, that kind of thing. Then they float up, sting the animal to death, and float off with the meal.

Dragons

No warrior is as sure in courage as one who seeks to fight a dragon. No warrior is as ruined as the enemy of a dragon, millennia-lived, desperate for diversion, quite willing to amuse itself with the torture and consumption of the courageous warrior's entire family line. Dragons are smarter and bigger and stronger and older than we are, and they fly and breathe fire or worse.

Sporeborn

Different Sporeborn broods can be found all throughout the Cage. Don't ask me why, I've no idea, but the Cevvie robes like to study' em. One in particular, Astorre Gallo, famous enough that a drunk like me remembers his name. Now what do I know about the mushrooms personally? They rely on loam for everythin', to eat, multiply, worship, so on.

Goblins

The children of Heshshka are not so bad as some would say. In their very name for the goblins do the civilized races judge them, and centuries of mistreatment have made goblins very wary. They keep to themselves, nesting in forgotten places other races will not trouble them for.

Orcs

Orcs are mean, vicious, psychotic brutes with ugly fangs on ugly faces and a *real* ugly stink. I know what you're thinkin'--sounds like every other warrior culture, right? No. They essentially, as a species, have rabies. Some use clubs, most use their hands, but a few--a rare few--use ancient weapons of no make I know. Maybe they weren't always this way, maybe they killed whoever forged them, I can't say, but they're there. I imagine most Cevvie robes and even a few Vynnish ones would want to study such a weapon, but I sold the few I found. This book cost money ta write, ye see?

Weavers

They say the weavers make a sound. That's the first thing to know about 'em--some kind of stringed music, in no key we know and out of tune. It's not even a choice, it's just a fact of 'em. They can fly, and take the shape of men, and I'm pretty sure they want me dead. As the robes in Cevant'll tell you, I haven't got any proof, but the fact that you're readin' these words should make a point about the worth of my words, eh? I used to think that the weavers were a rich man's superstition, somethin' to blame other than each other for all the things money can't fix.