Boghal
Broad-mouthed and heavy, mottled brown and green, with a hooked ridge above each eye and the one jaw in the people that can hold a grown thing.
They dig the hatching burrows and they are the only Bogish who fight: from ambush, out of the mud, with a hooked spear driven by the tongue, and only to cover a town's retreat. There are never many, since the deep cold burrow that makes them is the hardest to dig and the slowest to hatch.
Body
Mottled brown and green, heavier through the shoulder than any other caste, with a hooked bone ridge over each eye and a jaw that can close on something living and keep it. The dome above it is the people's own, no thicker than a fingernail, so the heaviest Bogish there is remains as easy to kill as the lightest, and knows it. That is the whole shape of how they fight.
Life
A clutch set in the deepest, coldest burrow comes up Boghal, and that burrow is the hardest to dig and the slowest to hatch, which is why there are never many of them. For a month before every Spawning Night the Boghal and the elders who have gone white cut the hatching burrows into the mud bank of the town's pool, one to a clutch, each lined and each filled from a different water, since among the Bogish the water makes the child. They carry the strings from the pool to the burrows before dawn. They live two hundred years and more.
Society
They fight only to cover a retreat, and they fight from mud, and a Boghal who has fought is sung about at the next party and is not asked to describe it. They keep the people's law entire: no flesh, no forgetting on purpose, no turning away the good-hearted, and the hunter's name unsung.
Lore
Summary
Extended Lore
Still unwritten in the record for this entry.
- How many Boghal a town can raise in a generation
- Whether a town has ever run out of them at the wrong moment
- What is sung about a Boghal who fought, given that they will not say themselves