THE
DRELL
(CAVE
DRELL,
ROCK
LIZARD) |
Found throughout the continent of Sarvonia, Drells are generally regarded by humans as equivalent to lizards. Though close kin, there are actually several distinctions between them and their reptilian cousins, the most notable difference being the Drells' habitation of underground caverns where they live in small colonies. They are also often referred to as Cave "Drells" or "Rock Lizards", and in ThergerimTaal as "Morlokerons".
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Appearance.
Even for the few
humans who dare to
venture underground whether into the caverns of
dwarves or those of natural origin, sighting Drells is a rare event, perhaps
no more than a slender tail disappearing within a dark burrow. However, many
Cave Drells have been successfully domesticated by the
dwarven folk, and it is to them we owe our
current information about these engaging little beasts.
Torchlight is reflected in the glossy scales of a Cave Drell, making the reptile
shimmer with each sinuous movement. Appearing in the open for only a moment, a
sighting of a Drell may be no more than a flash of colour seen from the corner
of the eye. Surprisingly enough to most
humans, the scales are
smooth to the touch and not slimy as some would believe. Males are customarily
darker shades and females lighter, but both genders may come in any hue from
rubite to emeraud. In fact, the colours of every known gem are found within
their luminous hides, each Drell being a solid, shimmering shade.
Tail included, the Drells measure the length of a
dwarven forearm. As they are only a
palmspan in width, the
reptiles are not heavy and may be picked up by a child with ease. Four short
legs descend from their slender bodies, which though stubby can move with
surprising speed. Bright colours swirl within deep-set orbs on either side of
their heads, gracing the Drells with a stare that mesmerizes the unwary. Slitted
pupils constantly dart back and forth, seemingly attracted to movement. As they
are adapted to live in seemingly eternal darkness, their eyes are sensitive to
the slightest changes in light with brighter lights even inflicting pain upon
the reptile.
Claws only slightly darker than their scales extend from slender toes with
razor-sharp edges maintained by scratching them against the walls of their
burrows. If one were daring enough to pry apart a Drell’s toes, risking several
scratches in the process, then a nearly transparent webbing with spidery veins
would be seen. Instead of the fang-filled mouths associated with most reptiles,
Drells have relatively blunt teeth with only their incisors coming to a point.
Between the incisors, a forked tongue often flickers as if it were tasting the
air or enjoying a childish jest.
Special Abilities.
For years, human
scholars have claimed that the Drells possess an acidic saliva capable of
melting rock; however, the Thergerim scoff at
such a naive simplification. Drells truly do form their burrows using acid
spewed from their mouths, yet the acid is not contained within the creature’s
saliva. In sooth, such burrows are formed by the creatures belching up the
contents of their stomachs at will, a grotesque yet intriguing ability applauded
by the well mannered among dwarves. Within a
society that applauds belching, one can only wonder if offending a
dwarf with one’s table manners is even
possible! The more ambitious among dwarves
have even been known to attempt an imitation of this belch at the communal table
with greater volume and duration being applauded whereas actual eructation is
frowned upon as a waste of food, some having more success than others.
As the creature has been known to spit the acid a distance of two
peds and does so whenever
threatened, one does not approach a Drell without first considering how fond
they are of their unmarred skin. Since it appears as a clear liquid and is often
mistaken as water, most will not be aware
of the acid upon their clothes or skin until a burning sensation is felt,
becoming agonizing if the acid is not immediately washed off. Applying a damp
cloth to the affected skin is unwise, as the acid will simply be spread to cover
a greater area, greatly irritating the skin as it is rubbed in. Among the
Thergerim, dousing the skin in a rock pool is
preferred, otherwise the pouring of water
upon the skin seems to be equally efficient. An acid that can etch through rock
has little difficulty with human skin, so
immediate neutralization is recommended.
As one might expect from a cave-dwelling creature, their oval eyes perceive the
slightest changes in light and texture, allowing them to see in anything but
absolute darkness. Without such an ability, navigation within their dark burrows
would be impossible. Sudden changes in light and bright lights in general are
agonizing for the reptile, thus the Drell is rarely, if ever, found aboveground,
one of many reasons that only dwarves and
those of other races trusted with the locations of their caverns such as one
Judith of Bardavos have been aware of
the existence of the luminous creatures for so long.
Territory.
As their very existence is dependent upon dwarves
or at least upon the scraps from the communal table, Drells are known to live
underground in the eight mountain ranges in
Sarvonia inhabited by dwarves though the
creatures may inhabit other ranges as well, perhaps even those of other
continents. In Southern Sarvonia these
ranges are: the Mithral Mountains,
the Rimmerins Ring, the Xythrian Ridge, the Kairean Teeth, the High Fores, and
the Low Fores. To the north beyond the
Tandala Highlands, Drells are found in the Imlith Mountains and the
Prominent Mountains.
Habits/Behaviour.
Drells use their sharp claws, and, where necessary, their rock-softening acid,
to dig out well-protected burrows deep below the surface of
Caelereth. Burrows branch off from a
central cavern, seemingly at random. Each burrow twists back and forth before
ending in a sleeping chamber large enough for several Drells. As the opening of
each burrow is only large enough for a Drell or something smaller, the reptiles
are rarely disturbed.
On average, a colony consists of twenty individuals, with the males outnumbering
the females two to one. As the creatures are incredibly social, seldom will one
be found alone. In fact, the creatures are known for their talkative natures,
chittering back and forth with one another in high-pitched voices. Only when
seeking a meal does a Drell become solitary, jealously guarding its food against
others of its kind.
Inquisitive by nature, the creatures explore every nook and cranny found near
their dens and will not hesitate to investigate the slightest sound. As the
Drells are known for appearing in the oddest places, most
dwarves are rarely surprised by the sight of
bright eyes watching as they work. Woes never seem to afflict the diminutive
creatures as they play and gallivant, full of energy with never a worry for
tomorrow. As excellent swimmers, the reptiles often dive into the rock pools
found near their dens, delighting in the splash of cool
water. The
dwarves scoff to see such playful abandon, yet even those ancients seemingly
crafted from stone cannot resist laughing at the creature’s antics.
Diet.
Drells are not too ashamed to beg and have even become quite skilled at charming
their way to a meal. Any time dwarves gather
around the communal table, especially on feast days, several Drells are bound to
be under the table, rubbing against the legs of those dining and cheeping
reproachfully in their twittering voices. One can even imagine that the reptiles
are intelligent enough to know when no food is forthcoming as they chitter
angrily at the offending dwarf before
stalking off to find a meal elsewhere. Older, more experienced Drells seek out
children, receiving scraps for their trouble whenever the parents aren’t
watching.
Mating.
Seemingly at random, the females of a colony come into heat, sometimes
simultaneously but more often one at a time. As her time nears, the hide of a
female begins to glow as bright colours whirl rapidly within her eyes, both
features attract the attention of the males. Slowly a female in heat crawls into
an empty tunnel, allowing her tail to swing outside it a moment to attract the
gazes of any nearby males before it disappears completely within the tunnel.
Only wide enough for the passage of one Drell, the tunnel ensures that only one
male may mate with a particular female as she halts before entering the sleeping
chamber. The swiftest male and thus first to follow the female into the tunnel
will be the only one to successfully mate with her. Those exceptionally clever
among the males lie in wait within the sleeping chambers, quickly rushing into
the tunnel as they become aware of the female's presence and climbing over her
prone form as they block the tunnel with their own bodies. Whether this
courtship ritual ensures that only the swiftest and most clever of males mate is
not known.
A month after their conception, the eggs are laid, sparkling with as many
jewel-toned hues as can be found amongst adults. As they are extremely brittle,
the females collectively guard them for the weeks required for them to hatch,
hissing at anything and everything that comes near. Even the males are not
allowed near the eggs. With teeth ill-suited for the tearing of flesh and sharp
claws, the females defend their eggs, even sleeping alongside them instead of in
their customary burrows. The body warmth of the gathered females warms the eggs,
aiding them in hatching, though the females are not above laying their eggs near
hot springs or lava warmed walls whenever possible.
Usages.
As the Drells are considered by the dwarves
to be favoured by Trum-Baroll, their hides are used only in the binding of
copies of the Rock Tales, the tome upon which the
dwarven faith in Trum-Baroll is founded. Drell leather is smooth to the
touch and known for its durability, lasting for centuries as long as it is
handled regularly (the natural oils in the skin of the hands seems to help
protect, rather than degrade the beautiful sheen of the scales). Since the
Drells themselves are known for their varying hues, books crafted from their
hides possess equal beauty with each one having a unique color and glow.
With their sparkling eyes and bubbling personalities, Drells are renowned for
being docile yet energetic pets. They are popular among
dwarves of all ages, with the young
especially enjoying their rambunctious antics. As older Drells are exceedingly
difficult to tame, the dwarf that stumbles
upon a den of hatchlings is indeed lucky. Only with caution should one approach
the den wherein eggs are laid. Even one unhatched egg will ensure that the
females of the colony remain to guard it, spitting acid at any intruders. The
acid spewed from so many throats drenches a larger area of skin than that of a
single Drell and only a bath will be able to completely cleanse the skin. Males
are more commonly kept as pets, simply because they exist in greater numbers.
Few dwarves attempt to tame a female, as they
often run away when in heat, whether to a mate or the den of their birth is
unknown.
Myth/Lore.
Within the Rock Tales exists a passage believed to pertain to the creation of
the Drells. The myth is known only among
dwarves
as it is within their religion that the
UnSthommerons may be found. As the tale offers a different view of the
reclusive Father obliged to count and name every pebble created by Trum-Baroll
in the shaping of Caelereth, often it is
the younger
dwarves
who believe the myth.
"Before Trumvil, Master of Gems, descended to Toll Dispor'Baroll [Realm of the Lost Father in ThergerimTaal], he gazed upon the caverns of the Thergerim, seeking beauty in the unmoving stone. Indeed, there was much beauty in those caverns delved by the Thergerim, finest of craftsmen, yet such beauty was eternally captured within stone. With his great hands, Trumvil fashioned statues from the gems which were his domain. Of rubites, emeraulds, saffires and even gems yet unknown to our kind were the Drells sculpted, remarkable in their astounding beauty. Yet it was not enough to satisfy the Master of Gems. Much as He and his Brothers bestowed life upon the Thergerim, so too did Trumvil bestow life upon the statues he’d created. Slowly at first, they moved, yet in only moments they were leaping about the cavern with a curiosity never before seen beneath the earth. And He laughed." |
A chant often repeated by the dwarves of the Thrumgolz clan reveals their devotion to the resplendent reptiles:
!Blessed
She |
Information provided
by
Vesk Lyricahl
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