"Meet the Hyaroc" by Tabitha ´General Wyvern´ Ruf

The Hãroc are the Fifth Class of known starspawn, found only on Idraffi. They are the result of 'coras' that have advanced irregularily, or too soon. In other words: yes, they are freeks. Most of the Hãroc are very misunderstood because they live in such dangerous places, have such a secret life, or look very frightning. But they are the most connected group of starspawn on Chatâr, having strong ties between each other, no matter how remote each of them are.

Narÿmalþ

This isn't true at all. All Hâroc in general have been exagerated as monsters, with the exception of Lrokignaþäd. The shell of Narÿmalþ is hard enough to deflect small stones. Though, large enough spears, and the arrows of a cross bow, and especially a bullet, are quite capable of taking him down. The shell also does not need the help of foreign bones to strengthen it. It makes sense that he, as well as Scorda would be blamed for the disappearences of livestock and crop destruction, since they were spotted so often, it just made it easier to blame them.

Being so good at hiding, many who went after them ended up lost, or slain by some other creature other then Narÿmalþ and Scorda, this also fueled the myth that the two were cold blooded killers. Unlike the stories, he rarely seaks a fight, being a roamer, he would much rather spend his time riding on Scorda's back through the wild forest then take on some stranger.

There are many short tales made up around Narÿmalþ, and none of them are good.

Scorda

One such story does revolve around her though. It is about an elven boy who witnesses the triumphent return of the elven warriors from their seige, and is infatuated by the horses. He asked his parents for a horse, but they couldn't afford one. Instead, they teach him how to use a bow and arrow.

One day, when the boy was twelve (some versions of the story pit him as old as eighteen), he heard a strange sound outside the house. Brandishing his bow and an arrow, he goes outside to see what it is. Letting the arrow fly into the snow, he is astonished to find that he had shot Scorda. The boy is in awe of the great beauty of the starspawn and takes her back to the house where she is hidden away in the celler.

When Scorda regains full health, the boy takes her out for a ride, and his body is later found by the river Üklaskrin, with a great puncture wound in his chest.

Þradila

Rare to many starspawn is the ability of transformation, and Þradila posseses this rare skill. Even though his temperment is stable and cool, when enraged, he transforms into his more vicious, feminine side: Vôkrora.

Vôkrora

Vôkrora returns to her male form after her temper has subsided.

Bistórr

Even so, this starspawn does like to brawl with other Hãroc for play. He is a good sport who loves to fool around. The stories of old never tell of this side of him. In them, he is a foul spirited, evil prankster, who hates to loose.

Also not well known, is that Bistórr has a son he named Icaltígrün. Better known as the Izang starspawn Nunzoarim.

Dorrgarir

One thing Dorrgarir is most famous for is her punch, which she can deliver without making any physical contact. Although a flyer, she cannot fly very far, or very fast, but is quite able to walk along the ground, or climb trees and cliffs, flying is mainly a need to catch food, or escape.

Kullrásvin

For the most part, that is very true. She is not a picky eater, and is not adversed to eating a hot meal. She does not leave the tower though, and because of that, her general history is shrouded in mystery.

Frômkir

Her method of flying is quite mysterious. The imps have a theory that it is the use of some kind of fusion 'engine' that allows her to 'slide' though the atmosphere. Even though she is not very fast in the air, she can be airborne for days on end. Her sight is tremendous, and she is known for being able to see infrared.

Banuer

Though a beast of her size and destructive power seams farfetched, there are great trenches cut in the earth said to have been plowed by Banuer's great digging appendages, and whole mountain sides that look like they had been blasted by a missile at a time when missiles didn't exist.

Though a monster of a giant, Banuer is unusually light, only weighing about as much as a small bus, a considerable weight for her size and shape. Her method of eating by photosynthesis is a plus for her, as it would take a large amount of food to satisfy her enormous gut. Her wings not only act like wings, but are basicly what she 'eats' with, and also act like solar panels. Banuer is also said to never stop flying. Even in her sleep, she is gliding.

Slärispa

She is the most well traveled of the Hãroc, having been up north to the Hot Swamp, the Mountains, and the Dead Lands, and is often considered the harold of the Fifth Class Starspawn.

Hirÿinþi

It is also well known of the call that she gives to warn any possible opponents, and possibly contact other Hãroc of her presence. This call is said to be earie and quite haunting.

Insimrôda

Dlilmrûni

Her prowess met by no man seen,
The rock is her clay and paint.
Dlilþârka spits on her name, but she continues to live,
As the only rival of his art and pride.

There is no other better reference then this. In the poem, she is depicted as the greatest black smith next to the mountain forger Dlilþârka. Because of being scorned as the one who 'tries to rival the gods', she is a disbeliever of the polythesist religion, and believes firmly that the only god is Crêd, the Will. She has created many sorts of objects of legend: the bracers Ünglidsaða for Insimrôda for one.

Dlilmrûni lives in the very heart of a volcano, and aquiring her help is suicidal, not counting the fact that she is grouchy and prone to fits of rage.

Morksñar

Snargöna

A curious ability of hers is to 'swim' through air, not in the manner of flying, but hovering only a meter or two off the ground. This is merely a twist of gravity.

Kárþnaxa

Ura

Elrymokk

Hanringàsvriki

This call, often referred to as 'chanting', is more of a way of warning others to stay away then to come closer. She does this because she is not a fighter by nature, though, she can and does defende herself quite violently. As the name she has chosen for herself means 'mist of silk', that is pretty much what she appears to be, a being wearing a violet cloak of silk that blows in the wind.

Lrokígnaþäd