Another installment of Mephits: The Multiverse’s Comic
Relief™. Ooze mephits are,
according the Bestiary, “disgusting
and slow to act.” I think we can
work with that. (They can be the
worst servitors of the Runelord of Sloth ever! Plus, stinking cloud fart jokes!)
Meanwhile, salt mephits are “cruel and aloof.”
Unfortunately, that’s also word-for-word how ice mephits are
described. I always thought this
was just a typo in my first-edition Bestiary, but seeing as how Paizo hasn’t
fixed it online either, I guess we’ll just assume that salt mephits’ cruelty
is…saltier (3b for the literary;
0:00–2:20 for the musical).
No brighter than most
mephits, Borom doesn’t quite understand the culture of a bar—when patrons
try to tell him their troubles, he flutters away muttering. But his crude establishment serves
xorns the spiced quartz crystals and garnets they crave without their having to
burrow through miles of salt. For
air-breathing visitors to the Plane of Earth, there are far worse places to
look for a guide.
After Glorup was
nearly swallowed alive by a giant frog, he declares war on every amphibian
in the swamp. The ooze mephit’s
allies in this are his kobold “servitors”—a tribe of blackscales that tolerate the
lazy outsider’s arrogance because of the usefulness of his stinking cloud in ambushes and defense. (Also he doesn’t eat.)
But since frog legs are a local delicacy, this war soon inconveniences
the local humans and outrages the neighboring boggards.
The Eversalt was the Everflow—until
years of drought and a sinkhole to the Below drained the inland sea in under a
decade, leaving only salt flats.
The sudden environmental upheaval spawned salt mephits who now lurk in
the dried up towns surrounding the flats.
The filthy language they heap on passersby is a mix of Terran and Common
and swearing picked up from the sailors whose livelihoods the Eversalt sucked
away. Individually, the
foul-mouthed outsiders are harmless, but a mobs of them occasionally delight in
dehydrating lone travelers.
—Pathfinder Bestiary
202–203
More comments and mail!
Prosfilaes left some thoughts waaay back in the derro
entry! I reply!
Todd Stewart weighs in on the olethrodaemon! I reply!
The rest of you should write or comment! I’ll probably reply!
Speaking of which, Wesley aka Sincubus sent me the nicest
note by far I have ever received
about this blog. I haven’t had a
chance to write back to him yet (it’s been another week of 10 to 12-hour
workdays), so I’ll do it here:
Wesley, since I don’t know Dutch the best I can do is auf Deutsch: Vielen Dank! Thank you
so much for reading, and your support means a lot. We should be covering the quickling and quickwood pretty
soon—Q is only a few weeks away—and I’ll see what I can do about squeezing in
your other favorites early.
Finally, today is a big day. As of today, the Tumblr version of The Daily Bestiary has been going strong for a year. This is important for both versions of
the blog, because once I got on Tumblr, I also got on schedule: no more
placeholder posts, no more tardiness—an entry every weekday, barring vacations,
no excuses. It’s been a better
blog for me, and I hope a better, more entertaining, and maybe even helpful
blog for you. Cheers.
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