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"Oh. Well.. That's unpleasant" Moth commented, the Musin frowning with concern.

Santana signs the bounty with a gleam in her eye- Mona was her friend, and anyone who tried to catch her in a rat trap would pay!

Renata Alba gathers the masses and a surplus of eggs. She marched down right to who she suspected to be the culprit, and egged their house! Egg yolk and egg shells dripped down the walls, and she stood back as the door was kicked in. . .

"I am going to skin the musin murderer." Rafael would prepare his bulls to trample over the enemies of musin-kind.

The Naztherak write was posted on the forums (April 10th) before the current blessed children feat was accepted (April 13th, 5 months after it was posted), which is why the inconsistency exists, as the old lore made no clarification as to what was / was not allowed. There was no inconsistency "strangely added"

BOUNTY OF THE RAT-TRAP BRIGAND A Bounty Set Issued by the Sovereign Crown 6th of[ Javier’s Justice, 100 D.R. On The Subject of Mouse Traps For two years, warnings have been issued to the public that setting mouse traps inside of the tax office would count as evading taxes. This past Saint's day, Princesa Mona De Honk entered the tax office to discover Twenty mouse traps, set with coins and whistles as bait. This blatant disrespect of Musin and their kind shall not be tolerated within the Sovereignty of Hyspia. FROM HENCEFORTH, the setting of mouse traps inside of the tax office will be counted as the following. I. Attempted Murder II. Attempted Assault of a Government Official III. Attempted Tax Evasion Citations §1 A criminal is an individual who has willingly committed a breach against a law presented either through royal decree or the Lex Hyspia. §1 Harm caused to an individual , intentionally or unintentionally, by another individual which is not permanent. §2 Harm caused to an individual, intentionally or unintentionally, by another individual which is permanent. §4 The killing of an individual, intentionally or unintentionally, by another individual. §8 When an individual fails to pay due taxes and or due rent for an estate owned by the Viceroyalty of Hyspia. IN WITNESS OF SOVEREIGN RAMONA I A bounty of 75 mina has been set on the culprit who has been setting mouse traps. The bounty shall be paid once the individual has been turned in to the Orden De Francisco Alive. Anyone who provides information that leads to the capture of this individual will be paid 25 mina and given a tax exemption token, usable on one property in Hyspia. Viva Hyspia. Signed, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Patches, King of Babblebrook HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Santana Leya de Pelear, Crown Princesa de Hyspia, Duchess de Paraiso HIS EXCELLENCY, Demitrey Denodado, Gran Canciller de Hyspia, Interim Capitan de la Orden De Francisco, Maestro de la Esquela de Veronica, Oficial de Imigracion, Capitan of the Opal Odyssey. HIS EXCELLENCY, Juan Fuentes Justiciero de Hyspia HER HIGHNESS, Renata Alba, Infanta de Hyspia, Baronesa de Clemente

"Who's gonna tell them?" a young drow winces at the seemingly coincidental name of the establishment, ancestral trauma gnawing at his soul.

“Now if memories serve correctly- and the books I have on it.” Ember flips through some books “this is rather appalling. To think humans are THAT racist is beyond me” Ember seemed rather disappointed in the heartlanders

((making me wish I played a corcitura again for the vampire aesthetic

Backlash to such strength is stated under the leg effects.

+ 20 approve it NEOWWWW on a serious note this fills, however small it is, the niche i've been wanting in druidism with the meteorology spell alone. i've been waiting and wanting for the day that druidism isn't just plants and animals because the sphere of 'nature' encompasses so much more. i'm very excited to be a part of these if this gets passed

An ancient, sunlit elfess would stare at the missive in absolute horror, "What the **** were they thinking? They are either incredibly ignorant, or extremely racist. I will certainly not be frequenting these lands.."

"Not as cool as the Cerusil, but you know, your trying" Sylvir would give a thumps up

I think it's fine, but maybe you could make it so the potion causes someone to have backlash from such strength, otherwise it's fine. +1

"I will have to avoid entering tournaments" Rafael said as he read that the zodiac of the bull. "Only the stars can hold me back from winning."

Werewolf becoming a Druid was a blessing

No real purpose, to be honest. I just thought they worked as a good conduit to match the druid count and scale. They're pretty useless outside of giving players a way to stop / destroy ritual sites. Personally for me, a lot of lore pieces (a bane of repetition) allow rituals with minimum requirements. I would have usually added more to the ritual requirements if they had a grander affect to the playability of players, but it does not.

I now it doesn’t really matter but I’m curious why you added specific kuila counts. Especially since it’s just an open resource that can get spammed.

Subject: Appreciation for Druidic Ritual Lore Piece Dear [Author], I wanted to take a moment to express my sincere appreciation for the lore piece you've crafted detailing various rituals for druids. Your imaginative descriptions vividly bring to life the ancient traditions and mystical practices of these revered nature guardians. The way you've woven together elements of ceremony, cooperation, and reverence for the natural world is truly captivating. Each ritual you've outlined carries a sense of significance and purpose, reflecting the deep connection between druids and the forces of nature they seek to harmonize with. From influencing weather patterns to fostering the growth of forests, your rituals offer a diverse range of possibilities for storytelling and roleplay. Moreover, I admire the thoughtfulness you've put into ensuring that these rituals remain balanced and conducive to positive player experiences. By incorporating redlines and requirements, you've provided clear guidelines while still allowing for creative interpretation and exploration. The Forestation and Tree Sealing rituals, in particular, stand out to me for their narrative potential and thematic resonance. They offer compelling avenues for players to engage with themes of environmental stewardship and the protection of natural habitats. Overall, your submission adds depth and richness to our world, enriching the lore of druidic practices and offering exciting opportunities for player-driven storytelling. Thank you for your dedication to enhancing our community with your creativity and passion. I eagerly anticipate seeing these rituals come to life in our shared narrative. Warm regards, [Your Name]

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Literally the best thing ever to have happened, its so great i'm going to cry. Also werewolf is a perfect being and is capable of no wrong.

The following is accessible information only to current corcituri. You slip into the snug dark of sleep or a hypnagogic trance and your mind’s eye drifts in and away to distant fathoms. This void melts into the typical knit of forgotten dreams yet unlike those nights you stir. Your mind refuses to be lulled comfortably, instead in a state of fringe consciousness, eyes ready to snap open and wake. You cannot. A dip in a pool, the drudgery of labor, a savored conversation; flying, falling, being chased, losing teeth. Your mind runs laps around you as the dream, whatever it may be, coaxes you in and urges you forward. Your wayfaring mind conjures up stories of storms abroad, unfaithful friendships, laundry, four-winged dragons, and overdue taxes. They abound and twist as you shift and slump where you rest. The reality of your dream becomes apparent, its inconsistencies and absurdities cluing you into its false nature. In place of imagination and rest you have vigilance and unease, the cord of waking just beyond your mental grasp. You cannot wake. Your fingers sweat, your hands tremble, your guts churn and usher forth bubbling groans, and your heart thumps like a drum. This dream slides out of focus and the image stains red, blood leaking overhead to pour down walls and gush with alarm. Gore paints the walls in sticky ribbons. You cannot wake. Your disturbed fragmentary sleep coalesces with force. Your heart palpitates and overwhelms your hearing, the thud and pump drowning out what meager coherent thoughts you can form. Then the imagery slides back into focus and your dream sours; trees weep red, the earth bubbles with ruddy pits, faces frightfully dissolve into inhuman globules, and all sense of safety and rest are shattered. The heat cranks, your heart pounds, your head throbs, and you clutch at your chest. Gruesome avian claws now sprout from your fingers. You open your mouth to howl in alarm yet you are greeted by a dry itch which tickles your throat and chokes, thirst. You cannot wake. Your chest seizes and liquid fire splashes about in your guts. You open your mouth to heave yet instead a torrent of blood spouts out and bathes the ground and yourself. Sticky, frightened, ablaze with chest pain, there is finally relief in what feel like final dying moments, prone and dizzy. The hypnagogic experience reorientates. Your head turns skyward. The fragile elements of the story unfolding in your sleep break down. In place of dread or anguish you feel only stillness. Overhead the ceiling or heavens of the setting collapse upon you in a final omen. Scratching, shoveling, the scrape of topsoil. A candlelit chamber bereft of structure. The scarlet flare of hellfire. The scene falls upon and over you. Your vampiric eyes parse from the shadows a broad and squat ebony marble table adorned by a fluted cup whose glass spines could cut deep with crimson candles. A pitch basin. Red to the rim. Clawing thirst. Either falling into the sky or flattened by it you drift closer to the dim sight. Freshly turned earth fills your nose alongside subtle brimstone and smoke. You see your reflection in the vessel’s crimson fill. A monstrous reflection; fanged, feral, and eyes of fire. You open wide. You drink deep. Euphoria. You wake. Corcituri receptive to Prophecy are haunted by another Ill Portent

This is now the gold standard for formatting.