UNICORN
The unicorn is a magical snow-white horselike beast with a single
slender horn in its forehead, the color of fine ivory, with a deep
spiral groove. It is good luck to kiss a unicorn's horn, but woe to any
fool who harms one. While nonchalant and affectionate to those who are
kind to them, those who dare to threaten them are met by an
un-unicorn-like display of temper, usually being impaled by the tip of
a pointy horn. Unicorns abhor being wet, especially soaked by
rainstorms. The unicorn's speech is but neighing to the naked human
ear, but some have been able to communicate with humans through
telepathy.
The
royal army at Flatheadia disrespected these graceful animals
by
using them for combat mounts against their wills. While there were no
wars in the lands, these unicorns were free to roam the Great
Underground Savannah near their stables atthe base of the Great
Underground Mountain.
Most
unicorns have fled to the Plane of TransInfinite Splendor, where they
enjoy a carefree existence free from the injust cruelty of man. The
unhappy few left behind are eagerly sought by zoos and private
collectors. One such private collector in Mizniaport actually had his
last unicorn freed in 966 GUE by a peasant who was on a quest to
recover the Coconut of Quendor. While many unicorns are frequently seen
wearing a gold key on a chain around their necks, all of those dwelling
in the Plane of Splendor have them. The mystery of these keys
has
yet to be explained.
The unicorns living on the Plane of
TransInfinite Splendor are civilized, yet fear the invasion of the
unwelcomed "earth-dwellers" as they have grown accustomed to calling
humans. For they have refused to allow their children to know the pain
which they had suffered by unrelenting men. All intruders are greeted
by a troop of unicorns in full military regalia. The first human to
visit this Plane was the same 966 peasant. After being show a horrible
vision of what would befall any who dared to violate their solitude
again, the peasant was told to describe this fate to the rest of the
"earth-dwellers." Any human visitors after that point were
humiliated by having
a painful metal bit forced into their mouth, as they hauled wagonloads
of
overweight, aristocratic unicorns. The rest of their lives were
spent pulling this laughing burden in a small circle, silent and
powerless as cruel taskmasters whipped them over and over again,
with infrequent stops for dirty water and oats.
Despite that
most unicorns had fled to these planes, an unknown Festeron resident in
the Second Age of Magic had a unicorn named Harry as a pet, who was
very loving towards his master.