Keester Snaps

Keester Snaps | Rickety Stitch

Keester Snaps always bite. They are hostile, horned beetles that are unwanted in almost every culture, kingdom, and continent of the known world--but for one, tiny exception. Keester Snaps are utilized as steeds, beasts of labor, and watch dogs by Boggles. Indeed, what better way to keep a shipment of Troll Dung safe than on the back of an infuriatingly nippy Keester Snap?

Keester Snap taming has been passed down amongst Boggles for generations. The first ‘Snappers’ were wrangled by Chim ‘Knuckle-Poker’ Shnop, famed Insect Wrangler and coincidental Slayer of the dread Goblin, Foogar the Stepper-onner. Chim wove his lassos out of honey weed, not only to lure in Keester Snaps with the delicious scent, but also to bind them with sticky strands. Once wrangled, conditioning is more for the wrangler than the wranglee, as it takes a fair amount of time for a Boggle rump to firm up with calluses in order to deflect the searing pain of a Keester Snap snap. But that’s a small price to pay for the protection and mobility that Keester Snaps provide forest Boggle communities. And besides, Keester Snap handler fatalities only account for 19% of premature Boggle deaths (only 10% of Boggle deaths are from natural causes, anyway.)

Wyrd Womps

Womps, or Wyrd Womps are enormous, six legged beasts that live lethargic lives, half-buried in the cool mud of bogs and swamps throughout Eem’s western hemisphere. Beneath the mud, their wide jaws are rowed with flat, squared teeth and gnash at the rocks and roots of their soggy burrows, rooting for worms and grubs slumbering beneath the surface.

Womp legs are as stout as tree trunks and host cloven, hooked hooves for deft digging despite their bulk. Their blue-green hides are ten inches thick, and are nearly impervious to spears, which make Womps a poor game animal, but particularly desirable beasts of burden for those willing to invest the time and energy to wrest them from their homes.

The word Womp comes from an infrequently spoken Boggle dialect. The word derives from the down-note tuba sound a Womp makes when it lurches through the mud. Coincidentally “Womp” is also a Goblin term for squishing, which may have very likely been the last thing a Boggle might here before being stepped on by one of these gentle giants.


Known widely amongst storytellers for their ferocity and battle prowess, Unicorns have remained in fables and folklore for generations, although their kind is rarely encountered among normal folk. Like silent assassins, Unicorns prowl the forests of Eem, protecting the woods from assailants, vandalizers, and dark menaces that would otherwise destroy or corrupt.

There are many misconceptions about Unicorns bandied about by the uninformed. Among Boggarts, it is widely accepted that they worship vile deities, stealing wayward boggartlings and virgins to sacrifice. On the other hand, some folk traditions describe them as kindly, docile creatures who only ever fight when provoked. Both of these could not be further from the truth. Unicorns do not “sacrifice” creatures for any purposes whatsoever, but they will indiscriminately use lethal force in the defense of their forest, whether provoked or not. A Unicorn will waste no time in killing if it perceives a creature to be a threat, which is why Kobolds take painstaking efforts to mask their scents with faerie dust, which to a Unicorn is just like breathing clean air.

Not only do Unicorns protect forests, they also help them grow. A Unicorn’s natural aura is like a magnificent sunshower to wildlife, and sometimes, the very flora surrounding them will bend to face the Unicorn’s presence just as a sunflower does to greet the sun.