Borrisbismuth
Across the Brusbann Pass and some of Levis, the children of the demons know of the demontail known as Borrisbismuth or Borris the flaming. Brave and daring and showy is he, dancing through sparks and flames and with skill and pizzazz for all the young demon children.
Borris is known for his dances through the Ping Punnng more glide-bombing than flight as his little body dances with the colours of the molten metal dancing off his little birds form. Children delight in his antics, even as they are distracted with their own dances and the spray of molten metal and sparks all around them as an adult swats the metal in the air, creating that superhot shower.
Borris is owned by no demon, living in the shadows of the rock spires that jutt like stalagmites or termite mounds from the ground around the Pass. At his prime growing to a size of about a hand span and a half, his small curved beak is perfect for chipping and eating small stones and catching small bugs off the wind. His left wing sported a nasty scar later in life when he flew above the pass walls, staying too long in the iron winds that surround the pass. Not even the wildlife can stay too long in the head of the iron winds.
Borris is known for his dances through the Ping Punnng more glide-bombing than flight as his little body dances with the colours of the molten metal dancing off his little birds form. Children delight in his antics, even as they are distracted with their own dances and the spray of molten metal and sparks all around them as an adult swats the metal in the air, creating that superhot shower.
Borris is owned by no demon, living in the shadows of the rock spires that jutt like stalagmites or termite mounds from the ground around the Pass. At his prime growing to a size of about a hand span and a half, his small curved beak is perfect for chipping and eating small stones and catching small bugs off the wind. His left wing sported a nasty scar later in life when he flew above the pass walls, staying too long in the iron winds that surround the pass. Not even the wildlife can stay too long in the head of the iron winds.
Ping Punnng
This is a game played between children and either an adult or a tall teen. The adult takes a shovel of molten slag from one of the forges, before throwing it up into the air and hitting the slag with the flat of the shovel. Sparks and slagh fly everywhere as the children run through the material, the iron demons being highly flameproof. This tradition has travelled to Levis, joining with it foliads and trolls who worship Infertanis, who have constructed circular thurible on the end of long poles - who shake these molten dumbbells, worshippers running through in mimicry of the children of Infernus (this mimicry done with love and respect for fellows of the fire).
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