Gelatinous Goos

Coming in all shapes and sizes, Gelatinous Goos are sentient, subterranean jelly creatures who subsist primarily on fungi and weevils. They prefer to asphyxiate larger prey, such as moles and throng-worms, by engulfing the creatures within their jelly. Goos procreate through agamogenesis, spawning vigorously whilst basking in warm volcanic geysers within Eem’s nether regions.

Little is known about Goo society. Few have witnessed the convoluted, autoerotic mating rituals which are said to produce dazzling bioluminescent light shows that can only be seen in the darkest depths of Eem. Fewer still have been accepted from the outside into Goo culture to observe their way of life, and understand their complex clan system.

The genesis of Goo society is often attributed to the Legend of the Great Goo, a mythic figure in Goo history responsible for birthing the species as a whole. In the latter half of the second Kingdom of Thurf, Bogril Explorer Ewik Raetche discovered cavern etchings that depicted an enormous Goo splitting into a multitude of miniature Goos in defense against a ravenous slick of Mung, a semi-sentient slime species, and natural competitor of Goos.

Sought after for their fungi recognition, Goos have become the prime targets of Dweorg poachers who trap the jellies en masse. Dweorgs enslave and sell Goos to dungeons all over the land to sniff out deposits of precious minerals, metals, and the most valuable fungus in the world: the Oom Root, or Tomb Lilly. As a result, rampant Goo trafficking has splintered the once highly xenophobic Goo clanships, and spread the creatures to regions that no Goo had likely ever ventured before


Beedy-eyed and blind, Dweorgs are the greediest creatures in all of creation. Roving in gangs deep beneath the world of Eem, they skulk in darkness preying on the weak, rare, and valuable. It is unknown where Dweorgs originated, although legend has it that the first of their kind hatched from stone eggs laid by Great Wyrms within the primordial ash-geysers at Eem’s core.

Unable to speak, they communicate through guttural whistles and belly-hollering, which no other species has been able to translate. But little verbal interaction is needed when Dweorgs are encountered. You shall either be dazzled by their display of riches, or you shall be chained, enslaved, and added to their bizarre collection of subterranean unfortunates.

 Dweorg beast-tamers are renowned and reviled for their menagerie of underworldly creatures. They capture and subdue glow-worms, gelatinous goos, mung slicks, fern-men, and countless other species that most surface Folk do not even realize exist.

Needless to say, Dweorgs are extremely unpopular among denizens of the dark, save for dungeon enterprises like SPL, LLC that buy rare goods and hire their services to excavate tunnels. Dweorgs also have a strange but mutual relationship with the dirt-tossing, amphibious Quob, who act as both steeds and companions within the deepest cavern-crawling Dweog caravans.


Bugbears are a woolly species, short and powerfully built, with ursine faces that bare sharp teeth. Technically of Faerie origins, Bugbears were originally a relatively docile people who once lived in small tribes within quiet dens in the hills and dales of Dingledell. But over many years, a culture of warfare developed, spurred by land disputes and breaches of complicated tribal etiquette–until at last they were driven out of the Faerie lands for their incessant in-fighting.

Since then, Bugbears have been known throughout the ages to be fearsome warriors. But because they spend most of their time squabbling and skirmishing between their own fiefdoms, and wiping out their populations in the process, they’ve never grabbed a strong foothold in the territories of the Middle Kingdom. Instead they occupy the lands where less hardy creatures care never to dwell, like the snowy mountains of Zamorandash, the windy bluffs of the Wuthering Scar, and the oppressive dank of the Deep Mucklands.

While they can be quite intelligent, most Bugbears possess raging, white-hot tempers, which invariably cloud their decision-making during daily life. They are often more obsessed with their own brand of honor than approaching situations from a more rational viewpoint. A Bugbear will usually come away feeling slighted when dealing with outsiders who are ignorant to Bugbear cultural norms (just about everybody). This, of course, only adds to their xenophobic tendencies.

Bugbears who do integrate into the larger world often work as mercenary soldiers, fighting other people’s wars for money. In the Battle of Sprocklepotch Glen, not only were Bugbear factions involved in the main conflict, Bugbear mercenaries were conscripted on every side of the war, even the Faerie Folk.