A gigantic insect, native to the arid badlands of northern Aquur, where fierce desert warriors roam the dunes, and the sand storms can flay a man to the bone in minutes.
Mark woke up and groaned. His breastplate felt heavy on him. When he looked at his arms and legs he began to cry. His wonderful muscles, earned through excersise, running, fights and several quests, were gone, leaving him with no more muscle power then a young girl. He had heard the tales of the Muscle Flies but had not throught they were true until it was too late. He could move, but it would take a very long time to get his muscles back into good condition again.
The icy lands of Sagaris are cold and unforgiving, and the Frost Owl is a manifestation of the dangers of that frigid realm. Of all the fantastic beasts that roam the Sagarian tundra, the Frost Owl is the greatest threat to man.
The Walking Mountains of the lands of Eternal Ice
In the vast oceans of the world is a being that strikes terror in the heart of every sailor, the Angthang. Incontestably the largest Sea monster in the world
Gredil the Leech was the best healer in Szridhar, but no-one went to him with minor ailments. All of his cures were disgusting, and usually involved some type of bizarre creature. Take for example the Spirit Leech.
The MoonÃ‚Â´s little alchemists
The airborne spies of the Bloated Moon
The Giant Swans of Pier Point are the pride and joy of the city…
A writhing mass of red tentacles
The frogs are thick and plentiful here. Everywhere you go, you’re almost always about to squash one of the slimy things underfoot if you’re not careful about what you tread on. And at night, the tiresome din of multitude of the amphibians croaking, fills the air and render sleep all but impossible. Worst of all, the disgusting things are prone to invading one’s hut, huddling in dark corners.
In this dank land, the Bombo hold sway. And the frogs thrive, as do their more mysterious cousins…
In the heart of the storm dwell the aerial creatures known as tempest blades.
Gate Hounds, also known as Temple Dogs to the South, are a breed apart from most hounds. These gifts from The Others
"I have to give the creature credit. After it stood its ground for a bit, it charged me. Sure I outweighed it by nearly 100 stones, but that would not deter it. I almost didn’t have the heart to kill it." Exerpt: A Prospector’s Tale, VOL XXIV Blue Guild Press
"...The spider did win, but his victory was short lived. The Crawler came down from the rocks above and killed him, then eating the Waste Spider, The Rat, and the small bit of jerky that I started this battle royal with. " Exerpt: A Prospector’s Tale, VOL XXIII Blue Guild Press
"...I watched in morbid fascination as the Spider and the Rat circled each other. Soon one would be dead. My silver was on the Spider crawling away from this fight. ..." Exerpt: A Prospector’s Tale, VOL XXIII Blue Guild Press
Rats. Why did it have to be Rats?
Named Timberwings; for the girth and strength of their wings were as elder oaks, thick and tireless
A list of freshwater creature encounters.
AutoMedon – A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking.
“It’s strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its’ workings or even if the damn thing is” – Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman