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December 13, 2012, 9:04 am

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The Djavarga


100 word submission, rumors from the Burning Lands, south of Abodroc

The Djavarga are desert dwarves, with eyes like burnished gold. They are master smiths and weapon makers, and they wander the desert in great crawling mountains. They avoid conflict when possible, preferring trade to war. There are no female Djavarga and they consider men and women different races. If you cut them, they bleed sand and their tears are hard like glass. Djavarga shamen call storms of sand and lightning, create illusions and drive away djinn with strange crystal devices they carry. They worship the winds and lightning, and have strange rituals to turn prisoners into stone and metal golems 

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Voted Murometz
December 13, 2012, 9:46
Nice. You should make a whole codex of these! Crawling Mountains?! Must know more! Makes me wonder if they actually have crawling mountains, or if this is an embellished, re-interpretation written by someone who has never seen or met one of these desert dwarves. So again, i get that medieval (clueless but evocative) guide to the world's hidden corners vibe.
Voted axlerowes
December 13, 2012, 13:23
is the D silent?  
Voted Dozus
December 13, 2012, 14:24
You should really make a "Gyde to ye Lands Surrounding Abodroc, and Oyer Regions" with all this pseudo-knowledge stuff.

What's a "crawling mountain"? Is it just a phrase that's above my head, or something different?
December 13, 2012, 14:30
I'm picturing huge, gray-brown, nomadic tents that look "rocky", embellished a thousand-fold by some Marco Polo type, who never quite made it to this part of the Burning Lands, but was close, and wrote down legends he heard, from those that have seen the "crawling mountains". :)
December 13, 2012, 15:10
let us see where this imagery takes us

short-dwarf short,
shinning yellow eyes,
commerce minded
desert people
nomadic craftsmen
traveling around in a giant crawling communal dwelling
work with anthropomorphic metallic beings

"I can't abide these Djavarga, disgusting creatures."
Voted valadaar
December 13, 2012, 15:12
Great 100 word sub!
December 13, 2012, 16:33
Scras, your 100 word subs remind me of an interesting piece of art where some action is caught midmotion and the mind can't help but start filling in the details.
Voted Aramax
January 16, 2015, 8:08
Solid 100, practical and artsy but I hate dwarves! 4/5

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Voted Moonlake
February 15, 2015, 0:43
I can't phrase it any better than what the other Moon said.


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       By: Murometz

The food that eats you back.

Creatures of nightmare, the thankfully rare Mesnoi have unique form and attributes. Only one Mesnoi at a time will ever be "encountered".

In appearance, a Mesnoi resembles a walnut-sized chunk of freshly-roasted red meat from some uncertain yet familiar, edible animal. The insidious creature camouflages itself quite appropriately whenever it can, by slowly making its way amidst feast tables and trays of roasted meats.

Once eaten by the unsuspecting, the Mesnoi sinks down to the stomach, reforming if chewed, and begins to lap up the gastric fluids, digestive juices, and bile that it craves, like a sponge.

The Mesnoi carrier will experience mild to severe stomach pains during this time.

After a few hours of this (this is the only time that the Mesnoi can be purged with magic, or other mundane means), the Mesnoi transforms into its true form inside its victim, that of a miniature, once more walnut-sized, pot-bellied, devil-horned, snake-tailed imp. This horrid little creature then begins to chew and eat its way out of the victim from the inside out with its tiny, razor-sharp teeth, like a rat forced to do so via torture.

The victim almost always dies a slow, agonizing death. That much is certain. The devilish imp then exits its victim and begins its seventy two hour existence of mischief and malevolence, until it once more turns back into a hunk of roasted meat with the movement capabilities of a snail.

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