Sun Hawks are the largest of the Hawks. Seen as symbols of faith for the sun worshipers of the region, their intelligence, ability to fly higher than most animals, and great power, makes them obvious symbolic choices for spirit messengers.
The poisonous Gartraps are the bane of the desert. These sand colored trappers will bring swift death to the unwary.
The Webbats are predators of the hot desert regions. They are massive bats with a twelve foot wingspan, very good eyesight, and the ability to do what no other bat can do…spit web from a gland beneath it’s jaws.
These are also known as sourges of the desert sands. Carvitons bare a strong resemblance to their water dwelling cousins, including the large dorsal fin that can be seen in the sands.
The ochre sands stretch for miles around. Something kicks up the dust. It’s a yak. A desert-yak. It ambles slowly, nuzzling the ground for the low-growing shrubs. The ranger freezes. “Stay very still,” he warns. “Don’t move at all.” “What is it?” you ask, breathlessly. “It’s the most dangerous creature in the whole Ocadian desert. And it’s about to eat that yak…”
Large lizards about 5 feet long, nothing about them seems to stand out. As drab and colorless as the parched brown stone of the desert, these things come across as your average (admitedly huge) reptile residents. But what most wouldn’t know is that these scaly things are virtually unkillable, thanks to a unique gift that they possess.
A large, ruby-red pepper, found in dry regions; much prized by alchemists and gourmands alike.
These Camel like animals roam the desert in small herds. The desert folk have uses for these creatures.
Ka’tshar are very similar to ants with one exception. They are about 6" long.
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