Caution: contains mature content regarding the gruesome ecology of a parasitic beetle.

A terrible monster. A thing of nightmares. Tales of the creature shake the core of the most sturdy and chill the spine of all who hear. They say, "Be careful who your friends are. They may just want you for your body." They were right.

"Greetings travellers! You must have had a harsh journey through the desert."

"We didn't see this city was on the map."

"We're just a few like-minded folks trying to keep the world out."

"How many people live here?"

"Just a few of us, and now you."

"How is he? Will my son ever recover from the bugs that turned his brain to mush?"

The doctor pointed to where the thirty-seven year old was playing with toys on the floor. "It's been five years now and he has the brain of a child, give it another five and we can start the basics of teaching him magic again. He knows who you are but...but he will never have the same personality again, and by the time he regains all his magic skills at their former levels he will be in his sixties."

"Gak! Cough! I just swallowed a bug."

Crawling among the garbage and offal, the detritus of what men call civilization, the myrie bugs claim their own small domains. They eat, and breed, and wait…

It is whispered at harvest bonfires that sometimes swarms will combine into a monstrously huge pile of Black Leaf Bugs, able to instantly stop anything it comes across. What is left explodes in a shower of maggots.

Dragons, being huge and meaty, are the ideal habitat for countless unpleasant parasites.

Ka'tshar are very similar to ants with one exception. They are about 6" long.