This sluggish creature spends its days buried in a pile of leaves. It seems engrossed in matters known only to itself. When asked for help, the Stomper will awake from its slumber and slowly look around. A broad smile will cover its face and it will ask softly: “Yeees? Can I be of any help?” Despite its deceptive meagre posture, the Stomper is a creature of amazing strength. Its massive hands can crush rocks. At night the Stomper becomes more active, judging from the stomping of its fast, flat feet all-around in the darkness.
Some say he is as old as the forest. Others claim it’s much older and it was he who planted it in the first place. When questioned on the subject, he just smiles mysteriously and changes the subject: “If you make a left turn behind that oak, you will find delicious wild berries.” Beyond doubt he is a caring, if small, protector of the forest. He is also an avid collector of everything the forest gives. He uses his long fingers to pick out interesting items from the forest floor, examines it carefully and hides in the basket.
Chrooslets and Whizcores
If you see one, expect more in the neighborhood. Chrooslets are always full of life, impatient and rather indelicate. You will hear them oink and click their tongue. They eat as you would expect from a wild animal. Whizcores, on the other hand, hardly ever utter a word and seem to not eat at all. They are weak and delicate yet somehow, they seem to be the ones that guide the clueless Chrooslets and protect them from the results of their silly choices. Both however like to interfere with the plans of those bigger than themselves.