Nuldoids are very small creatures that live at the center of the earth... and operate the machinery that's responsible for the earth's rotation!
A View of Nuldoid
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In the nave of the Cathedral, the humans looked up and finally
saw the great Wheel of Nuldoid as it soared to the ceiling and towered
overhead, sweeping out away to either side of the altar; its tremendous
force at once obvious and resplendent in its monolithic and
breathtaking grandeur.
There was nothing the Oidenoids feared more than the dreaded Harvesters. These savage Nuldoids could be found most often in the outer
regions of Neither Norr collecting froote near the underside of the
Crust. And Orskin Wobb, along with Harlo Fiske and Mishkin Hobble, was
one of the worst.
"Is a toid, eh?" the Oidenoid asked, keeping a wary eye on the towering young human. "Sure yeah, a fida-boned Crustoid," Morton said with an air of authority as the other creatures gasped. "Ya doesn't never seen one afore, huh?" "Nah ta dat," one of them said. "But how dids ya--" He stopped suddenly when he saw a glint of light bounce off the Crystal's protruding point.
They were utterly doomed. The only way out was by slow and miserable starvation, or by a terrifying and final leap. Warren leaned back against the wall and peered up at the light that crept over the top of the canyon's distant ridge. He closed his eyes and thought... So this is it?
As Emperor, Ed Pugg held the lowest post in the land, so, in effect, he worked for every citizen of Nuldoid. Therefore, his subordinates at the sewage treatment plant were his superiors. Nearly every request he made of those who worked for him was ignored, because those who worked for him felt strongly that he was the one who worked for them.
Behind the gate, a massive Sloidelobb was sleeping soundly in an overstuffed recliner. Mishkin Hobble grabbed a metal cup from his shopping cart and ran it back and forth across the iron bars, like a prisoner in a jail cell. Finally, the Sloidelobb woke with a grunt, his thick doughy arms turning like walruses in the sun. "Ach! Khack! Sleep is we here, ya lousy murk fuddle!"
Their names were Orskin, Fiske and Mishkin Hobble, the last of which--the smallest of the three--was so small that Warren assumed at first he was a child. But he was not, as he indignantly pointed out to anyone who made that mistake. He was a dwarfy Nuldoid and was perfectly capable, as he also pointed out, of tearing the liver from any "toid or noid 'at decides to has hisself a laugh at ol' Mishkin Hobble's account."
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