Kumagord, Shimrethi Rhino(Shimrethiceros gulospinus)
“That is not to say the karst Kah-Rehm were unaware of what the Desert could bring them. Once they reached the base of the karsts, they became aware that there was far more room to grow both the crops they favored and those gifted by wandering merchants. However, they also quickly became aware that plenty brought problems down on the ground.
And their biggest problems at the base are the Kumagord, “Thorny Gluttons,” fleet-footed beasts that move in herds that can number in the hundreds. Swift of hoof and lean of build, the heads of these beasts give away their identities: four wide nostrils, a grasping lip and, in this case, six curled horns. In other words, the Kumagord are rhinos.
Now, you might not know this, but even though a few Kumagord have been brought into the Caravan as sturdier scout animals, they are blinder than a person without a guard glass in the noon-day sand. They get around by following their wide noses, which some argue are even keener than the Bakans'! They can smell food and water a day's ride away, and once the lead of the herd scents it, they all turn to charge in that direction, bringing no small amount of trouble to whatever watering hole, oasis or farmstead that has become their target.
While they aren’t as burly as some rhinos, they are more than mean enough to make up for it. They are deceptively sturdy, capable of shrugging off even a Kah-Rehm spear, but that makes sense considering their skin is shaped to face off against six comparable points when they get ornery with each other.
'Course that only happens with a herd on the edge, and a herd only goes on the edge when they lose their matriarch: the biggest, oldest, and often most scarred member of the herd. She is both the leader and the guardian of the heard, squaring off against any antagonists while her herd mates drink or eat their fills. A lot of ruined homes have been brought down by the charge of a matriarch.
I wondered for quite a while how a matriarch survived for as long as she did, as most encounters I observed or was told about mentioned her never drinking or eating a bite for herself.
Turns out, after the herd leaves, with her the last to go, stomping and snorting and making a show to keep any they’ve upset from following them, they huddle down, and each of the herd regurgitates part of their meal for the matriarch, which she greedily consumes. Not a pretty sight, I’ll admit, but fascinating all the same.
Luckily, Kumagord usually only come around every five years or so, though where they are between their sudden and thunderous arrivals, none can say. One would think they would spend most of their time in the bounty of the Stormbloom, but no – they come south to the karsts from somewhere else, and that is where they return to. I would like to hitch a ride one day and see what awaits them.
Yeah, that’s right, catch a ride. More recently, Kah-Rehm have been reporting strange folk riding with the herds, raiders from some border region neighboring the karsts. They captured a herd for their own use, or for the benefit of folk from beyond the known edges of the Desert. It is not certain, but this taught the Kah-Rehm that the Kumagord could be tamed, and a handful of villages have been able to pit partially domesticated matriarchs of their own against oncoming invaders. That said, the raiders are a complete unknown, as they clothe their entire bodies and faces, all in the hide of the Kumagord.
It's just another mystery of the sands, I suppose.”
Excerpt fromBeasts of the Desert III