Concept: Bluffbird of Avernus
One of the many monstrosities that populate the 9 levels of hell... However this is one of the smallest inhabitants of the magma filled realm of Avernus, the first level. Swarming the skies alike to the servants of Pazuzu in the abyssal realms. These evil less-than-pint-sized hellspawn are in actual fact a demonic drake like creature, only appearing from afar to be innocent sparrow sized avians.
Other names of these small deadly nuisances are blade sparrows, Jet PseudoCrows and Chameleonic Pygmy Drakes.
They are not big. They don't attack someone directly. If you meet them deep in the forests they will probably escape. But the NIOF (the National Institute of Our Forests) blames them for thousands of square kilometers which yearly fall sacrifice of wildfires set by them. Every year during July males attract females by setting fires. This naturalism behavior must be coordinated by some unknown pheromones which they smelt over kilometers. Setting on fires starts and continuous according the chart in left top corner. Thanks to this strategy many animals which don't smelt the smoke are caught in their fiery trap. Thousands of animals burn off. And this is the second intention of that whole ritual. Burned corpses of animals are the best feed for these lizards. They can easily consume roasted animals which they will not ever directly attack due their size. Burned corpses are slowly buried in their dens and after some months they feed little natal lizards.
Concept: Hamsters of the End Times Thousands of years ago, for the crime of running away before he could become the tenth plague of Egypt, a humble hamster was accursed by man and God alike, and cast out into the desert. Slyly and subtly, Lucifer came to speak with the hamster, and offered him power -- if only he would agree, he would become the Demon Prince of Hamsters, with the ability to create countless offspring! The hamster agreed. (And bit Lucifer.) Since then, the Prince's demonic, venomous, and blood-thirsty offspring have roamed the land unseen, but ever present, awaiting the End Times when they can unleash their full ferocity upon the earth.
Amongst the giants of Rigel 7 there is one creature that pound for pound (or half a pound should I say) far surpasses any other for their vicious blood lust and pure tenacity. The Ankle Biter, as the early settlers began calling them due to their tendency to attack at the ankles of careless passersby, isn't too dangerous by its lonesome. Unfortunately for too many settlers they are rarely ever alone. They live in group communitys under ground and have been known to hunt smaller prey in packs. It is believed that The Ankle Biter is actually an external parasite of many of the larger animals, but have come to seemingly enjoy hunting humans. They've been known to wipe out an entire settlement overnight. I'm afraid unless we were to totally eradicate the entire species we may end up leaving Rigel 7 to those pint size evil beasties.
Jonathan Long Cawdlle (Settler)
It think it happened fifteen years ago. I was trying to create, a species of small intelligent creatures. I had few minor problems, but when I was close to finally solving them, one of my students has "accidentally" borrowed my notes. What was his name? Ahh... Oie! Yeah, poor kid. He was trying to make the same experiment. And he died trying. It was a nasty ...and probably a painful death. Let's say... students still can't use his room... hihi...anyway...what was I taking about... ohhh... yes. He was trying to make the same experiment, but as far I know he couldn't get all ingredients. So he used just half of them. And he accidentally created creature that looks like being born in the middle of the chaos. A twisted, evil looking creature with random body parts, one hand, eye, tentacle etc. They were small and they looked like they were half of something. They have turned against their creator. But I must say... in one way he was right....adding half of the ingredients has given him half of the success! But you have to have, half of the brain to try it! Hihihi!
Uliamo Mowowela Alchemy teacher
Concept: Sogeez 3rd cousin of the gelatinous Cube twice removed. Experimented on to provide a reusable "guinea pig" for wizards and mages, it has eventually evolved into a stinking pile of hate and malcontent. Able to take in huge amounts of
abuse, it is very difficult to get rid of, much like a freeloading friend over during the weekends and ending up taking up space for over a year.
Concept: 8 ounce nightmare If you hear the jingle of a tiny bell while you are falling asleep, maybe not a good time to do so- fall asleep that is.
8oz. may be scampering about under your amoire, bounding about under your bed, even sitting on your headboard, patiently waiting for the right moment to pounce.
Cursed by Bast- the spirit of the dwelling- with a bell attached to its tail from birth, your only warning.
The word ‘anarchy’ comes from the ancient Greek αναρχία in which αν meant ‘without’ and αρχία meant first a military ‘leader’ and then ‘ruler’. Anarchist society is one ‘without rulers’: a classless, non-hierarchical society.
“You need people like me.
You need people like me so you can point your grubby fingers and say, "That's the bad guy."" SKETCHY Book
Concept: Mad Cap The rare Mad Cap mushroom is deciduous to meadows in the heart of England. Research suggests that this species has a tendency to follow the Middle Classes around, often disturbing activities such as fox hunting and drinking buck's fizz.
It sits lonely in fields screaming at the top of its gills in a language not yet translated, sounding like what can only be described as a mix between the Tasmanian Devil and Pee-Wee Herman.
Many ancient recipes suggest that the Mad Cap makes the best omelette known to man, although no-one in living memory has managed to overcome its ghastly stare and cry to pick one.
Studies have shown absolutely no reason for this creature's actions. We named it silverbane for the colour of its chin and hair. We've seen that the critters perform similiar routine every time they come across chickens. They somehow scare off the hens and then proceed to kill and maim the small chickens. What makes it disturbing is that the silverbanes don't eat their victims and even make the effort to find out whether there is a chicken inside an egg or not. Chickenless eggs of the supervised farms were merely smashed but every egg that had a living chicken in it was carefully broken from the top and ripped of the unborn chickens and fetuses which were then mutilated like the rest of the offspring.
Most of the baby chickens die quickly in the hands of these pests but many are left bleeding and dying in pain. I've never felt as sorry for chickens as I did when I first saw dying and suffering little ones crawling and moaning on the bloody hay...
- Zoologist Lamia Johnson
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