I can see them involved in a grand, if silly quest: "Magic is suddenly failing! We are doomed!" Of course, it's just Bobeerin overpopulation.

A tyrannical regime could use them out to sniff out wizards. And once they taste a spellbook, wizards beware!

Adorable. Alas: what is their origin? How does their intelligence manfest? How do they interact with cultures? Any predators or enemies? Etc.

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Cute creatures.

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I will quote OmegaDraco "I enjoy thinking of a herd of ankle-sized oxen".

Love the quirky detail! I think the comments here are great too. The sub continues on in them! Go to Comment

Quality submission. Cute, quirky and interesting. Little "Magic Sniffers" - I like it.

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Okay, I like how these are, at first glance, simply cute little mini-oxen, but then they have this whole sophisticated ecology underneath.

I immediately had the thought that maybe they are otherplanar creatures that only manifest as mini-oxen on our plane, but if we travel to their home they would be these grand majestic creatures.

What if someone caught on to their true foodsource, and sussed out the location of these magic streams, and tapped into them as a power source? Would a bobeerin make a good familiar, since magic users can possibly have some sort of ambient magic surrounding them, seeping into nearby vegetation. Would bobeerin parts make for power-boosting magic components? These are all hypothicals, of course, since no one in their right mind would ever think of using these critters in such a way.

I would imagine, if you get a herd big enough, these fellows could be quite a nuisance, always getting under foot, clogging the roadways and such.

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Ohemgee these are so adorable. I am tickled pink by Tauric's idea of them existing in more than one plane, and being large majestic bovine in one and tiny little nusiances in another. You obviously put a lot of thought into these sweet creatures and have a very clear idea of their abilities. Unfortunately aside from flavor I don't see them being involved in anything quest-related or grand. That's okay though, they fulfill their role very well. 

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Fun thought. I enjoy thinking of a herd of ankle-sized oxen. The picture provided makes it a little difficult to picture the oxen as blue though. I thought it was very clever to work out why the Bobeerin always die in captivity. Nicely done there. The first paragraph is very artistic with good flair, but it really doesn't flow right with the rest of the submission; it easy to read, but it lacks the flair. In general, I really like it. It could be very fun flavor text for any tundra campaign.

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I edited it a bit upon recommendation!! :)

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Bobeerin would most likely be quite good in tracking out these locations, and they would make handy pocket-sized familiars. Or I could even see them being led around on snazzy harnesses, with a bell. Such an creature is certaintly capable and intelligent enough to recognize his master (should it be in a world where magic and mages are commonplace and it was indeed tamed! - the one in particular magic is more rare, at least to the average denizen of the world). The Bobeerin's little horns may be used as 'magic detectors' and may vibrate faintly when made into necklaces and glow a faint blue.

The horns not only detect magic, but regulate the flow of it through the creatures body, always imbued with at the very least, a trace of it, even long after the rest of the bones had turned to dust. It remains capable of absorbing magic until its been burned by fire. A light coating of perpetual ash then gathers over the horns. This is part of the reason why Bobeerin, while capable of spouting out miniature fireballs, do not do so often, as they may risk singing their own horns, which would lead to their own potential demise.

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Origin: Bobeerin are indeed planar creatures. They were driven from their plane (a vast, vertile green space, with all manner of giant plants, ripe with magic), there their lush little furry bodies would spend many a day in lazy drift through stream beds, the hair acting as a suspensory raft to keep them afloat, heading from one shore to another in vast herds. Their natural predator there, a wild-dog one could call it, had become severely overpopulated, resulting in the Bobeerin fleeing to another plane, unable to return home.

In current conditions, they have no natural enemies. However, it has taken them a long time to adapt to the climates and circumstances of the cold wasteland they find themselves in now, and many a Bobeerin had died from the original herd that had crossed over. Crossing over in itself is a dangerous task.

Bobeerin numbers would most likely be very few, and wouldn't present a particular point of interest to those who live in the tundra. (though this could be easily modified - they could be hunted for their little horns, or to be caged as exotic pets with fleeting lifespans, due to the exact food source not being known)

Bobeerin are capable of reason, and intelligence. They have genetic memory that is passed down to newborn Bobeerin - hence the little ones knowing that they cannot return home, and since they cannot control which plane they land on when travelling, they might end up in a magma infested one. Travelling in such a fashion tends to zap the magic from their bodies, and in order to build up enough to do so again may not be accumulated in the Bobeerins lifespan. Bobeerin are capable of rational thought - if properly tamed and raised, they may even understand speech. Go to Comment

Can you eat the fish themselves? How big are they? Why do they have this sort of escape mechanism? What kind of creatures prey on them where they come from?

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Bullet fish. Delightfully orginal creatures.

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I'm not sure how the Skirrin would have evolved the strength and/or skull thickness to forcefully ram their way through obstacles in the deep ocean.  Other than that, this is a lovely bit of flavor to add to a campaign.

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This is not just a great flavor piece but a serious natural hazard in an aquatic game. It's very well detailed and has lovely cultural touches. 

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Skirrin's are edible, provided you can sever the head from the body, but the meat has an intensely sour, unappetizing taste to it. The bodies of Skirrin that come ashore are occasionally dried and sold off in something not unlike jerky.

Each fish measures about eight or nine inches long. There have been
accounts of some growing up to around fifteen, though bullet fish of this size and age are rare given their pen chance for accidental land-running.

Skirrin are blind. They have multiple fins at the ends of their tails that allow them to accumulate an incredible speed in a matter of heartbeats. The Skirrin are alerted to danger by acute hearing coupled with two small flaps covered with fibers at either sides of its body which catch up on sonic vibrations of sound through the water. If these vibrations are strong enough, it triggers an flight reaction in the Skirrin.

Rivers are not their natural habitat. Originally, the Skirrin come from
the deep ocean, where they were able to flee from predators without ramming anything (or anyone) in their path. In the ocean, their natural predator is an Akaat. A bulbuous, gelatinous creature. An Akaat embeds its prey into its flabby belly, where it becomes stuck. Its slowly sucked into its stomach, and devoured over time. Its a tedious affair, through the Akaat's own body works by draining the nutrients off of that which it eats, making the Skirrin its favoured meal. The Skirrin's head, a solid, thick base is a great source of calcium - something that the Akaat cannot manufacture on its own.

They would migrate once yearly to the warm waters of reefs, where they would lay their eggs. The hatchingling Skirrin, barely half an inch big, are swept up by the
seasonal currents from the reefs into the deeper ocean where they either join with existing shoals, or form independant ones.

Due to the abundance of not only food, but egg-laying opportunity within the rivers the Skirrin have managed to survive, and would indeed be a pest were it not for the yearly fishing competitions that were held. They have managed to adapt to their surroundings: despite it not being salt-water. Surely, they could return to the ocean if they followed the river upstream, but they have the perfect surroundings for procreation right where they are. Instinct drives them to stay put. Go to Comment

Leather as a renewable resource, nice! Go to Comment

Interesting goats.

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Creepy, shedding goats with a sense of verisimilitude. I strongly approve! Hakaat-the deep sleep, great touch. This sub leaves a weird taste in my mouth (in a good way)

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new take on an old goat (harhar). I love mountain goats and their big curved horns. It is also a little sickening to envision one crawling out of it's skin like a snake. Icky. But cool. Go to Comment

Very nice and well described. It leaves me wondering what kind of cultures would revolve around the goats and their skins. 

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