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Vigorous Veegor the Indefatigable Ibex
Shaggy Veegor Curlhorn is a child of Gerendetho, and like all products of Good Sex, was born fertile, vigorous and strong (have you ever wondered where the word 'vigor' came from?). He was a hardy companion of his father on many of his forays into farthest reaces of the Oldlands, but was also content to stay at home and guard Gerendetho's flock, for there were she-goats aplenty, and Veegor had the horn in more ways than one.
Veegor was a particularly hot-headed goat, and loved butting heads with his brothers. In fact, he enjoyed fights so much that they sadly started to take their toll. Veegor's skull had grown thick and hard, but too many butts started to drain his wits. His bleatings became slurred, and he staggered as if drunk across the hills of the Oldlands. His wanderings developed either rhyme nor reason, and he fought anything he came across.
Once, when Gerendetho was particularly 'occupied' at home, Veegor staggered off into the wilds, looking for a fight. His brain addled, Veegor ranged too far, into the lands of Lodril's other children. Unfortunately, he came across Navestos, who was working the fields. Lodril's farmer-child was stripped to the waist, his strong 'farmer-tanned' drenched with perspiration. Without hesitation, Veegor lumbered forward and clattered into Navestos' lower thigh.
Now Navestos is a strong fellow, and he hardly noticed a collision that would have shattered a mountainside. He brushed him away, and went back to work. Veegor was not one to give up easily. Trotting back a few leagues, he turned and charged into Navestos again, knocking the now visibly annoyed farmer god back a step.
"Look Veegor, I'm really not in the mood," sighed Navestos as Veegor persisted in drunkenly butting his sturdy leg. "If I don't get all the Oldlands harvested by sundown, Morurder, Mohenjar and Morkartos will chew my ear off. Now bugger off! Go and get a drink, or something..."
Sadly Veegor ignored him, and continued to knock his head against Navestos' leg, like an intoxicated slow-motion woodpecker. Navestos let out a shout of anger, and raised his scythe.
"Veegor! Listen to me you stupid old goat! Go away! Stop it.... Ewww! Don't do that! Get off!" And Veegor had finally gone too far. Summoning his all his strength, Navestos raised his scythe and brought it down with a thunderous chop on Veegor's neck. Off popped the stubborn goat's head, and it rolled into the stubbled wheat. Navestos took in the harvest, and then took the beheaded goat to his father. For he had whopped off the head of his cousin, and Lodril would want to know why.
Lodril listened to the arguments of Gerendetho and Morurder, and the defence of Navestos, frequently exploding into fits of roaring laughter. Even Veegor's head bleated out a few choice epithets (Death having yet to mar the Solar Realm). Finally Lodril rose, and boomed his judgement.
"Navestos, my son!" he cried, "You are innocent in this matter. You have broken none of my laws, and acted for the good of my children. Veegor, however, has acted wrongly! Though I applaud his strength and vigor, he sought to interfere in Navestos' work. Many bellies would have rumbled to satisfy his will for a fight! Furthermore, I am distressed to hear that you might have been gravitating towards Bad Sex"--at this there was a sudden intake of breath in the room--"and that is very, very wrong.
"So, Veegor, in penance you shall serve the people you sought to make hungry! Let them use your stubborn strength to their ends. You may have all the fights you wish, and they shall benefit from your vigor!"
And so Veegor's head and hide were given to those who would become men. They affixed him to a mighty log of the strongest wood, and festooned him with his hide, garlands and the spoils of victory. He has served them well as a battering-ram, though his old habits remain. He hot-headedly propels his carriers towards the nearest obstacle, and his path frequently meanders in a drunken fashion. But his people love him, and forgive his occasional aspersions to Bad Sex with walls and random topographical features. With the passing ages, Veegor has now found himself in the Imperial Lunar Army's siege-train, though he prefers to be wielded by folk of a Lodrilite (and his children) persuasion.
Form: An daimon, manifested in the Mortal World and embodied in a shambling battering-ram, with the head of a gigantic, curly-horned mountain goat. Steam emanates from its nostrils, and a rumbling bleat from its gullet. The eye sockets burn with the fires of Lodril when enemies are near. At times the ram is covered by a protective tent, made of the stinking, shaggy hide, decorated with idols and sacrifices, that also shawls parts of the ram itself.
Function: Blessing--Veegor's Battering Butt 5W2. People who live alongside Veegor for a while automatically gain the ability Headbutt (also known as 'Veegor's Kiss') and become remarkably prone to use it.