The Beast of Faleste
The shores of the bay of Faleste are treacherous, the tides often rising quickly and unpredictably, making travel there dangerous. this is the home of the amphibious beast of Faleste. By no means is it a crude toad or base reptile, it is a sleek and dangerous predator with a wedge shaped head and a long body that is dark gray to black on top with a paler gray to white belly. It moves rapidly with long webbed legs and feet and in the water it's sculling tail makes it easily as fast as even the swiftest of ships.
It is considered to be the worst of luck for a man to see the beast of Faleste, for it is said that those men who see the beast are haters and abusers of women, rapists and worse. Should a ship encounter the beast, it is considered an ill omen and many ships will return to port for a new crew rather than face the beast, which favors scaling the side of the ship during the night to lay waste with it's hooked claws and needle sharp teeth.
In the sagas, it was the beast of Faleste that appears to rescue the kidnapped Princess of Pearls and slays her captors, sets fire to their ship and ferries the princess back to the shore where she was recovered by her family. Go to Comment
What started out as the perfect hunting dog, the hunter's companion and genlemen's setter, in this particular case a breed developed in the highland villages of Kespire, became a legendary beast, and over time a true creature of myth. Resembling a merle-colored dog the size of a silver piece, this miniscule canine, is nearly impossible to find. It is considered to be the luck of the gods themselves to come across it, and sheer folly, awaits those who would attempt to hunt it down. Of course this does not stop the intrepid from pursuing this tiny Questing Beast. All seventeen villages revere the Morumnian Setter, and it is in fact named for one of the highland thorps, Morumn. Many villagers could be seen wearing tiny blue and silver painted wooden icons of a dog, on chains around their necks. These signify luck in highland cultures. Ironically, the breed of actual setter, from which this creature derives it appellation, is long extinct in the highlands.
When little children giggle, their parents often check their collars and chide them that "The Morumnian Setter must be tickling you again!"
In truth, the Morumnian Setter was a mage who had terribly misused and miscast several spells at once, foremost among them polymorph, shrink, and canine scent. The wizard has been stuck in this current form, for nearly five hundred years. Though he retains little of his prior awareness, several spells still seem affordable to him, chief among those, invisibility, healing, and phasing.
The Morumnian Setter cannot speak, and has no forms of telepathy, nor any kind of magic available, that would allow it to communicate with any intelligent creature.
All in all, the "creature" is a Questing Beast imposter, but that doesnt stop the highlanders from thinking of it as their very own legend. The questers and hunters that come looking for the fabled Morumnian Setter, bring goods and coin, and the highlanders in turn spin numerous tales of its legend, to keep them coming in droves. Recent tales have claimed, that anyone lucky enough to actually capture the Morumnian Setter, would have their lifespans inceased tenfold. Go to Comment
Excellent idea, really like the fact that the markings say something and no one can make teh beastie sit fast long enough to read it. I can see various scholars and sages wildly speculating - and hotly debating - what it all means. Great adventure starter! Go to Comment
These are interesting critters. They are well written and well developed. There is good motivation and reasoning behind these "monsters". They are part of the world embedded in the culture. Nicely done. Golf Clap.
I would of made them two seperate (but linked) submissions, but that is me. Go to Comment
Truly beautiful, Scras. I envision the Xactaki to be legendary: The ancient ones as rare and just about as feared as an adult dragon. Thank you for furthering the story of the Ouzquin Dremorix. Go to Comment