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I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Mighty Hipixie

A line in the sand > Asking for help from a friend /// Adventuring day 5 // Evening / Location - The Shimmering Pool

Ardur could see that Trent still had his head in the game. At the very least he didn’t seem too shaken by the onslaught of those in front of them. Asura seemed to be holding his own but was beginning to take some hits. Steve and mother slime were not quite able to engage quite yet but were getting closer.

A few blinking lights caught his eye over the pond, the simple fluttering of pixie and wisps in the distance. They weren’t heading towards them but more at an angle, were they attempting to flank them? Intelligence like that wouldn’t be something he would expect from a bunch of undead but perhaps this could be showing some intelligence from the core itself. Thoughts and experiment’s for another time.

What could he do about it? The others were fighting up front and the room there was restricted. Fighting them in open combat was a choice but he wanted them to draw in closer first where he could possibly have more cover from the others. Using spells wasn’t something he wished to do either, wanting instead to use it on healing spells.

What about the last time they were in this sort of predicament? The Sword. That’s right the sword was in that pool. The last thing it said was to return with a hero but it also said that it had borrowed mana from Asteria.

The High Pixie dropped from his elevated position to the side of the pool nearby. Sticking his left hand in the pool and focusing like he would do when talking to the holy spirits. This time he focused on the sword and spoke. “Sword of the pool, its Ardur again. I have not returned with a hero but some day I will meet your requirements or find someone that does. For now we could use a hand destroying the dungeon core and purifying this cave if you can help.” Releasing a pulse of mana he would normally give up to guidance into the pool and stepping back.

@Zeroth
@Kazemitsu

Ardur's character stats

Level: 7
Steve Level: 4

Health: 100%
Mana: 100%
Stamina: 90%

Buffs:

Debuffs:

Inventory: bow horn venison x15 lbs.
+Cooked bow horn venison 5 Lbs.
+Rubber Frog skin Backpack - This item is more elastic than it looks. Can hold 15 Small Items. The number of items held may be affected by larger items that take up more space. It is more durable than most raw materials due to its rubbery composition, but without proper care it may degrade over time.

Clothes:
+Beetle Bracer - This item for your Arm makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Bone Breastplate - This item for your Torso makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Grass Skirt - This item is fragile and flammable, but serves as decent clothing.

Weapons:
+Sharp Stone
+Beetle Mandible - Rather hard and sharp on its own, it might be sturdy enough to refine.
+Old Leg Bone -

Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself... I guess Trent is here too

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming II, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting II, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I, Material Analysis I, Monster Analysis I, Alert I, Lesser Cleanse I, Mana Strike I,

Kills for current level: 1x skeleblin,

Quests:
- purify an Item for Galatine

Long term Quests:
- bring a hero to Undine the sword in the pool.

Other:

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

Victor kept quiet while Salem spoke about telling secrets about what might haunt him. Something about building trust, he’s one to talk about trust with all the shit he has gone through. Victor sighed he was upset and letting the boy in on his thoughts wouldn’t help them. “I try not to tell you secrets that could get you killed.” At the very least he could change this to something of him protecting the boy. “If you must know, you may very well be facing demons but you will be facing death.” He wasn’t going to divulge into the demon part, for him it could very well mean literal demons.

He didn’t talk again until Salem told him to slow down and explained the scene before him. Running his hand over the chair as the boy kept speaking. This was not something he was looking forward to clearly, still he pressed on. This test meant a passing or failing grade for not only himself but his mage as well. When he finally sat down and Salem read the rest of the instructions a scream emanated from the woods.

Salem seemed spooked about it, not only could he hear it in his voice but his heart rate jumped a little as well. “You do not need to worry about the killer that issue was taken care of. We need to focus on the task at hand.” He figured this would not calm this mage in particular. “After we complete our task then we can go investigate if you wish. Besides I don’t smell blood.” He paused for a moment further to turn his head toward the scream for a moment to listen, “Now let’s begin this task Salem.”

@Trainerblue192

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Mighty Hipixie

Another ambush >>> A line in the sand/// Adventuring day 5 // Evening / Location - The Shimmering Pool

“The core had been busy” was the only thought that was going through his mind when his flare lit up the room. Trying to use Monster Analysis I on as many of the opponents as he could before everything went dark again. This was going to be a pain, he had to think of a game plan but what the hell were they going to do now? One second. Biting his inner lip while thinking, they could cut their way through get to the core and destroy it. There was no guarantee that the undead would cease to exist after that. Two seconds. His party although tanky didn’t have what he felt could have the force to cut through so many.

Three seconds. Holding the line at this choke point might be their best option, weather the storm and don’t get over run. They wouldn’t have a lot of time before the rest of the lot was on them. Four seconds. Ardur made up his mind and took to the air to get out of Trent’s and mother slimes way. “Steve, evade their attacks and pin those two down.” He yelled out to her then looked to Trent. “get up there boy, we are drawing a line in the sand and holding our ground at the choke point, this way they can’t all swarm through at once.” Looking towards the giant friendly blue slime still barking out orders, “mother slime, Smash!” as he pointed towards where the lizard stood.

Now he needed to get into it as well. Holding the makeshift bone weapon in his hand. Still flying, Ardur moved up above Trent and moved forward. Turning back to him for a moment and his quivering torch. “Come on Trent, let’s go make your knight friend Zieglar proud. For Galatine and for the sun we will drive these abominations back.” He used Inspiration I on Trent before pushing forward farther and readying himself for what was to come next.

@Zeroth
@Kazemitsu

Ardur's character stats

Level: 7
Steve Level: 4

Health: 100%
Mana: 100%
Stamina: 90%

Buffs:

Debuffs:

Inventory: bow horn venison x15 lbs.
+Cooked bow horn venison 5 Lbs.
+Rubber Frog skin Backpack - This item is more elastic than it looks. Can hold 15 Small Items. The number of items held may be affected by larger items that take up more space. It is more durable than most raw materials due to its rubbery composition, but without proper care it may degrade over time.

Clothes:
+Beetle Bracer - This item for your Arm makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Bone Breastplate - This item for your Torso makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Grass Skirt - This item is fragile and flammable, but serves as decent clothing.

Weapons:
+Sharp Stone
+Beetle Mandible - Rather hard and sharp on its own, it might be sturdy enough to refine.
+Old Leg Bone -

Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself... I guess Trent is here too

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming II, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting II, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I, Material Analysis I, Monster Analysis I, Alert I, Lesser Cleanse I, Mana Strike I,

Kills for current level: 1x skeleblin,

Other:

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

Mirik

Tipping his head from side to side as the others spoke. The small Varkann on him seemed used to the sudden adjustments keeping their footing on the thick skin of the Sarcogan. More humans seemed to take notice now and mostly seemed to be intrigued by him. Still sitting he just sort of let them all talk as he stared at them.

“BayyyylIEn DocTour.” Again finding the words alien through his vocal cords. Again these humans seemed more than interested in his presents. Bringing his large hand up to the small goat, it happily climbed onto it. Slowly Mirik lowered the animal in front of Vera and the doctor, giving encouraging sounds to the Varkann to go meet the new people.

Doing the same with the other he stopped for a moment to pluck a pink flower from its horns. This act seemed to annoy the small creature slightly, making its complaint known through a small hiss. Quickly it joined its mate with the other humans and seemed to forget the transgression. With slow purpose, Mirik shows Vera the flower in his hand. Gently he peeled off one petal and placed it on his tongue. A sweet tangy flavor with a strange after taste that could very well remind someone faintly of a wet animal. Offering the rest of the flower to Vera and the others.

“What Black bary?” continuing to ask more questions as he thought of them, still sitting on the ground. Tipping his head and leaning to look around Rob at the new comer. Another who seemed interested in him, “VellllllTracks, Prieeeest.” The word was familiar to him a word rob had gone over with hi earlier. Mirik still didn’t quite understand their meaning for it.

The large Sarcogan slowly stood to the entirety of his 8 and a half foot form, dwarfing even the tallest of those around him and stretched. The muscles throughout his body flexed and moved with him. Looking down onto the priest before him he brought his fist up to his chest, “Mirik W-W…” trying to remember the word for the translation, “War Prieest. Mirik, Come. Mirik Se- seeeee…. I-if Villlage Frieeend oar or… Foe.” Still struggling with the language but somehow managing. “Robbbb, VelllllTracks Leiaaaaader?”

@Searat
@Horton
@Vexxed Vex
@Lmpkio
@Scarlet Loup

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Mighty Hipixie

More death >>> Another ambush /// Adventuring day 5 // Evening / Location - Old Goblin Camp > The Shimmering Pool

At least everyone seemed to be on the same page. Continuing to meditate he felt himself be picked up by who he could only assume was Trent. O well it wasn’t exactly comfortable but he pushed the discomfort out of his mind so that he could focus. Without mana there wasn’t much else he could do. At the very least he had a bone weapon.

The mana he could feel drawing in to him was different then what he remembered being here. Something about the mana here was just off but he couldn’t quiet pinpoint it. Surely it had to do with whatever the dungeon core had done to this place. His meditation was interrupted with a subtle notification telling him that his mana was full and a pulse, a distant heart beat that he had felt before. They were close.

He was jostled from his meditation fully when Trent began to speak again about him getting up and moving. He didn’t have time to react he just fell and rolled to the side of the human. Clearly they were under attack. “This not being able to see in the dark thing is bullshit.” Ardur complained to himself, he only had a moment to glance at the weapon thrown at them to use Material Analysis I. Asura was quick to pick up the javelin coated in the purple caustic liquid.

“Steve follow Asura at a distance, stay low and continue to pin or slow down anything out there.” Ardur continued to stay low to the ground while he looked around assessing the situation for a moment before acting. They couldn’t see what was coming at them and for all they knew this could just be a distraction for an ambush.

Getting into a defensive positon about 3 feet behind Trent the high pixie held his hand up at a 45 degree angle and spoke an incantation. “May the light of the sun shine through this darkness once more, so that we may purge this evil and rest these lost souls.” A combination of Spell Chant I, Inspire I, and fire ball I. He was attempting not to deal damage, just use the fire to cast light around them. He remembered the old war shows, the bright burning flame in the sky that lit up the world. Gathering the mana in his hand just like before with the fire ball, remembering to imagine the look and effect of those flares. Ardur aimed towards the air above and in front of them, “Flare.” letting the ball fly.

@Zeroth
@Kazemitsu

Ardur's character stats

Level: 7
Steve Level: 4

Health: 100%
Mana: 100%
Stamina: 90%

Buffs:

Debuffs:

Inventory: bow horn venison x15 lbs.
+Cooked bow horn venison 5 Lbs.
+Rubber Frog skin Backpack - This item is more elastic than it looks. Can hold 15 Small Items. The number of items held may be affected by larger items that take up more space. It is more durable than most raw materials due to its rubbery composition, but without proper care it may degrade over time.

Clothes:
+Beetle Bracer - This item for your Arm makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Bone Breastplate - This item for your Torso makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Grass Skirt - This item is fragile and flammable, but serves as decent clothing.

Weapons:
+Sharp Stone
+Beetle Mandible - Rather hard and sharp on its own, it might be sturdy enough to refine.
+Old Leg Bone -

Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself... I guess Trent is here too

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming II, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting II, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I, Material Analysis I, Monster Analysis I, Alert I, Lesser Cleanse I, Mana Strike I,

Kills for current level: 1x skeleblin,

Other:

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Mighty Hipixie

so far so good >>> More death /// Adventuring day 5 // Evening / Location - Old Goblin Camp

Ardur inspected the dead skeleton under him for a few more minutes. He didn’t entirely register that Trent was speaking at first. The pixie bowed his head and muttered out a small prayer before continuing. “May the light of the sun guide these unfortunate souls back into the cycle of the world.” A simple prayer for the dead.

Now that these were dead he looked to mother slime and smiled, “good job mother… err. Huh, you know what?” the pixie smiled, “I’m going to call you… Missy from now on, yeah I think Missy sounds better than just calling you mother slime all the time huh?” patting the big glob gently and moving back over to Asura.

“Good job Steve.” Calling over to his friendly spider, “you did exactly what we needed you too.” He praised his tamed creature for doing a good job and helping out. Reaching his friendly slime he cast Minor Healing I on him to help him recover. Looking to Trent while he wondered over to the dead hobbones, the boy’s question just now registering, “well I’d say there were about 20 of us that I remember. But I’m not sure what happened to all of them, I know some got out but I don’t know who got left behind.”

Ardur walked past the boy and began inspecting the bones of the hobgoblin. Most that weren’t broken seemed brittle but he was looking for a leg bone that wasn’t broken. Something that would work very well as a club of some sort as it would seem blunt weapons were the way to go. “I think the last time I saw the core was in Jason’s burrow.” Pointing towards the direction of the burrow, “should be that way.” He spoke as he continued to inspect a few more bones.

Whether or not he found one, the high pixie would spend some time trying to use Meditate I to recover MP while the others regrouped. Making sure that Trent and Steve were nearby before he began. As he sat there solely concentrating on pulling the mana from the world around him into himself. This way he could at least recover a little before they pressed on into the darkness.

@Zeroth
@Kazemitsu

Ardur's character stats

Level: 7
Steve Level: 4

Health: 100%
Mana: 80%
Stamina: 95%

Buffs:

Debuffs:

Inventory: bow horn venison x15 lbs.
+Cooked bow horn venison 5 Lbs.
+Rubber Frog skin Backpack - This item is more elastic than it looks. Can hold 15 Small Items. The number of items held may be affected by larger items that take up more space. It is more durable than most raw materials due to its rubbery composition, but without proper care it may degrade over time.

Clothes:
+Beetle Bracer - This item for your Arm makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Bone Breastplate - This item for your Torso makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Grass Skirt - This item is fragile and flammable, but serves as decent clothing.

Weapons: N/A
+Sharp Stone
+Beetle Mandible - Rather hard and sharp on its own, it might be sturdy enough to refine.

Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself.

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming II, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting II, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I, Material Analysis I, Monster Analysis I, Alert I, Lesser Cleanse I, Mana Strike I,

Kills for current level: 1x skeleblin,

Other:

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

Victor wasn’t particularly fond of how things were progressing but he kept his cool. This test was for both of them after all. Victor could only wonder just how far the princess would make them go. The vine around his throat was definitely his least favorite.

Salem began to motion for him to slow down. Victor couldn’t hear anything or anyone around them so he figured the boy must have spotted something.

"In the garden of time do the sightless sow emotions, fed by action and belief alike. Passion and envy and sorrow survive the encroaching centuries. Pick that which flourishes and face its consequences to the South. Well it sounds as if we're about to face one of my demons. Great, more mind magic I assume. it’s as if the princess gets a kick out of it Well we have Passion, Envy, and Sorrow and the consequences of each. I've seen what Passion can do to a person, even Envy and Sorrow so..."

“No.” he spoke interrupting Salem. Repeating the riddle time and time again he slowly began to realize what was being said. “This one is not for you.” A flash of anger encroached into his mind and through his voice for a brief moment. “In the garden of time do the sightless sow emotions.” He repeated, “That’s talking about me… not you. Fed by action and belief alike? Passion and envy and sorrow survive the encroaching centuries? That’s talking about what we have done, what haunts us or guides us, what pushes us.” These riddles were incredibly personal but Victor could only guess that this would ultimately strengthen their bond if he wasn’t entirely overthinking things. “Pick that which flourishes and face its consequences to the South…” he paused for a moment, he didn’t move for what seemed like minutes. “Pick what you think would best describe sorrow and let’s go.”

He followed Salem’s instructions and stepped into the small stream. After he retrieved whatever was in it and asked his question, Victor remained silent focusing on the terrain ahead of him. His thoughts soon began to focus on his first love and the events that led to her death. Shaking the feeling wasn’t easy, especially when he couldn’t distract himself with something else. “Hopefully its nothing and we can get on with this test.” The vampire didn’t seem too eager to find out what was going to happen next and wasn’t trying to hide this fact from his mage.

@Trainerblue192

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

Mirik

Plenty of new people to meet at this village. So far they didn’t seem to react with violence, for Mirik this was a good start. The last thing he wanted was a fight even if that was why he was sent here in the first place. With his role in the tribe as war priest it was his decision of whether these people were friends or not.

The small gathering of people only seemed to grow, his predator like eyes scanning the faces of those near and far. Some watching, some whispering, most didn’t seem to know what they were looking at or how to respond. Still, a few that had a bit more composure seemed to step forward and speak.

The first to approach him and his human friend didn’t hold any fear or hate in her eyes. Her gaze was something he had seen before in the old warriors and hunters the scars on her face and even how she held herself told more stories then most could likely see. She did seem very friendly with Robb then turned to him and introduced herself.

“Veeerrraaa borrrn vornn vorrrrrn felt” letting the words pour from his mouth, it was different then his friends. “Veeerra Frieeend?”

Looking to her hand for a moment as she held it out, the gesture wasn’t familiar to him. Looking to Rob for some sort of guidance and not receiving any ques. The large Sarcogan reached out with his giant hand and simply poked the tips of her fingers with his. Bringing his fist to his chest he spoke again.

“Mirik, we Sarcogan. Mirik meeed leeeeder.” A small rustling in his pack turned his attention away from her for a moment before another strange human spoke up using words he did not recognize.

This human was strange, their skin was purple and their ears were pointed. They seemed friendly enough but it was still confusing to him. All these humans were strange. Mirik starred at this one for a few moments, again bobbing his head from side to side. “What hannnnd suum?” thinking aloud for a moment then turning back to Rob, “why humon puuuurple?”

His questions were again cut short with more shuffling in his bag and a soft Mewing sound coming from it. The large lizard seemed to perk up at this and smile, “oh, Vos so key Varkan, vos so key.” Speaking his native language he carefully sat down with his bag next to him. Wrapping his tail around in front of him he began to dig through the bag. Even sitting he was still at eye level with most of them.

It didn’t take him long to pull two large ovals wrapped in a thick moist leaf of some kind. Nothing about these looked remarkable other than the pink nose protruding from one end. Placing the two down in front of him and slowly unwrapping the small animals. They looked like small goats with obvious vines growing from the white and brown fur on their back and wrapping up around their neck, head, and horns. Small buds already beginning to grow.

Mirik bent down and nuzzled the small creatures, they seemed to be sleeping. “Vos so key Varkannn Vos so keyyy.” Almost singing to them as they began to stir, yawning and continuing the mewing noise almost like that of a kitten. Once they were up and about, the duo climbed up onto the Sarcogan’s shoulders and head. Mirik did not seem bothered by this at all while he looked to the other humans and pointed to the goats, “Varkann.”

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

“A test is a test no matter how simple. You will see and hear many things while in my company that you can never repeat to anyone. The more I trust you the bigger the secrets.” Victor quieted down while Salem continued to speak, something about vines and bucking broncos. “I’ll humor your idea but be prepared to adjust it, im not your mighty steed.” He said with a raised eyebrow. “So you know, obviously I can’t see, I can’t judge distance so you will have to tell me, and my internal compass is fucked.”

Again he took a deep breath while Salem continued to talk about riddles and not understanding them too much. Sunflowers were an interesting topic but suiting, “did you know that the head of a sunflower will follow the sun during its trip through the sky? Im sure you did. But, do you know that when they can’t find the sun they look at each other?” random sunflower facts he learned from others some time ago. Never thought they would come in handy. “So yes, west is the direction we need to go. Is there anything on the sign or nearby that would tell us which direction is which?”

@Trainerblue192

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

Mirik

Mirik

^"Food?"

Census Profile

Full Name: _{Mirik, Aka > Lizard, Big Guy}
Age: ₁₆
Gender: _Male
Race: _{Sarcogan - Black Lizard Folk (Approved by GM)}
Birthday: _{Tratskal, 14th}
Height / weight: _{8'6" 615 lbs. 5' tail}
Job Title: _{Hunter - Fisherman - Gatherer}
Residency: _{First Day}

Social Profile

Positive Traits: _{Strong ; Observant ; Curious}
Negative Traits: _{Impulsive; Aloof ; Intimidating}
Likes: _{Hunting, Gathering, Learning new things, Meeting new people, all the food, Helping, shiny objects, protecting.}
Dislikes: _{People who treat him poorly, Scarring people, Dragons, Loud noises, his language barrier.}
Hobbies: _{Hunting - Gathering rare plants - Teaching others - Befriending animals}

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The Sarcogan people

The Sarcogan people are a proud and old race, honor runs just as deep as their history. These partially nomadic and peaceful people prefer to keep out of sight and observe new things. Preferring to let a threat move unimpeded through their territory then outright attacked. The one thing that keeps the Sarcogan people together is their shared respect of sacred trees called Spirit Trees.

These trees hold within them their direct line to their ancestors for once every year the trees bear fruit. This fruit is special, the large orange fruit hangs from the tree. The size of a large cannon ball it is filled with a dark red liquid, its taste is strange as it invokes feelings of nostalgia without giving a taste. Once a Pearson drinks the liquid they quickly fall asleep for about a half hour to an hour. It is different from person to person. During this time however, one will find themselves in a realm quite like their own but filled with a purple hue.

Spirit Tree

This realm is referred to the Sarcogan as the Spirit Realm. Here you will be approached by your ancestors, some you will recognize others you will not, some will be your kin others will not, but they will all be of your race. Here you can ask for wisdom, answers to mysteries, locations of long forgotten places and artifacts, or simply to just talk and settle whatever guilt you may feel. Whether or not you get the answers you are looking for is unknown, just depends on the person and the question.

Sarcogan’s prize these trees over all else, always making permanent settlements around them. Only striking to action against an enemy if these trees are threatened, this is one of the few instances that can unite many different clans and tribes almost immediately. The trees can be planted by war priests and shamans, where ever one is planted it is sure to attract the attention of any Sarcogan in the area as it is considered a friendly or safe area.

Sarcogan of all races can hide extremely well within their natural habitat. The normal green and brown colored Sarcogan generally have the average height and weight of a human, Black Sarcogan are uncommon and much larger and stronger, and there are also smaller Sarcogan, their skin can change colors but roughly are the size of a human child. All of these species can see in the dark, swim very well, hold their breath for extended periods of time, and have natural claws with hard scales for protection. The Sarcogan have also evolved to have a layer of fat under their skin to help insulate them through the cold winter days. They also have a natural way with animals, allowing them to heard smaller animals and befriend larger ones.

Tribal life within the community can be hard sometimes, but with their slightly omnivorous eating habits normally life can be a bit easier within the tribe. Normally war priests and shamans tend to the holy trees, with shamans staying in the village and with the added duties of healer and advisor to the chiefs. The war priests are the ones that strike out into the frontier and watch for new happenings. These priests decided if things are dangerous or could be befriended and are basically diplomats to new tribes and now these new people from across the mountains.

The normal day to day life of these people revolves around fishing, hunting, farming, and foraging. All Sarcogan grow up learning how to do all of these things regardless of their strengths or weaknesses. After they reach adult hood the elders sit down with them and discuss where they should go from there. Most choose hunting or fishing, both leave in parties for weeks at a time before coming home with whatever they could find. The farmers stay in or around the village to farm a few native plants and animals while also learning how to build and maintain the village.

Creatures of the Sarcogan

VanTaa

VanTaa

There are a few creatures that they have tamed or use as food. The VanTaa are large creatures used as guards or work horses. Commonly found within villages, the Vantaa look like a large bear that has at some point crossed with an even larger owl. The Sarcogan protect the hatchlings and nests of these creatures and in return they serve as loyal guards and even friends to some.

VarShooms

VarShooms

Another oddity one can find being herded around the outskirts of a village are the VarShooms. A living species of fungus that grow in dead trees. They are able to naturally gain locomotion through various means normally growing and shifting the wood into legs like that of a deer. Seemingly wandering aimlessly until they find more dead wood to consume, the Sarcogan guide them to new wood piles and protect them. This in turn allows them to harvest the mushrooms that sprout from them.

VarKann

VarKann

The Varkann are the other animal the Sarcogan’s have managed to tame and heard. Roughly the size of a small deer with white or brown colored coats. Normally these Goats are kept within the village itself to eat the vegetation that grows within the village. They naturally produce very good fertilizer for the farms, grow very sweet smelling pink flowers that are considered a treat to the younger Sarcogan’s, and occasionally are butchered for meat. These creatures are friendly to all but those actively trying to eat them.

VanKeen

VanKeen

One thing all Sarcogan hope to see in their life time is a wolf like creature they refer to as the VanKeen or spirit of the forest. A very rare sight for sure, the colorful creature is seen as a good omen and good luck. Normally playful but very shy, this creature is known for being the trickster of the forest. Commonly stealing or moving items of people out in the forest before quickly vanishing again. To harm such a creature would be considered a grave insult to any Sarcogan.