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Kor'garr begins to look over the new publication with interest... Is this competition, or another ally in news-reporting?

Oh, ok! No need to include alchemy signs or anything (as those could raise the regulations needed for these guys/gals). One idea I could think of is them being a source for unique textiles/producing silk? (for flavor, it need not have any unique abilities compared to regular clothing past aesthetic or rarity) Maybe they require feeding with some specific resource (or mana-rich vegetation) to make the silk harvestable? I just love adding little unique elements to ideas like these, feel free to take what you like or not change a thing!

Yes please.

Hey there! I really love the idea of this creature, and think it is definitely worth exploring. I also have a few questions. Are the webs of the Spideer maximus harvestable in any way? Do they have any use post encounter? Similarly what ideas would you have for useful/unique items/reagents that could be harvested from a spideer at the end of an event? Given their voidal relations, how do objects/beings that react to the presence of voidal energies interact with these creatures? Would they be "detectable" as a void related presence if inspected in various ways? Would any void opposed factions also find them an offense to their senses? Thank you for making this, and possibly answering these random questions.

I heavily agree with making this branch of magic more feasible. +1!

Hey there! I really like the descriptions you gave and ideas for possible uses. I also have some questions about possible expansions mechanically to make this more accessible. I noticed there are mechanical bonuses for animii, have you thought about adding the same for personas with feats like tinkering (which are alternative methods to do machine RP without relying on the magic lore behind animii? This is very important for populations like goblin tinkers and such) Are there any extra redlines for the application of these in combat related creations? Great job!

Kor'garr smiles warmly as his bulky grey fingers grasp the invitation. "Lup'Luara agh Lup'Betharuz, diz zhall bi'ag excillent zelebrayzhun! Kor'garr wihl attend."

Kor'garr lets out a large cheer in celebration that the Raguk clan will continue to thrive within San'Velku.

Kor'garr shakes his head slowly, having seen the events himself. "Der iz nub ikzkyuz for dah diz'onur daht Olog zhowed. 'Hozh daht dah Ragukz ahr tayking leedurzhyp ovur der own."

Kor'garr the Clanless's lips stretch widely around thick tusks in a beaming grin as he reads the missive. The grey orc slowly nods in agreement and understanding before making a comment. "Yub, et iz tik vor dah uld weyz tu riturn, vor Krug-koind tu vollow dah zpeeritz en truth agh akzhun az well az mere blah." He swiftly rises from his seat in the tavern, making preparations for the old shaman's return.

Kor'garr the Clanless lets out a shout of joy, chest rumbling with mirthful bellows as his grey frame shakes. The announcements is almost pressed directly against his crimson eyeballs in the excitement, only care for his handlebar mustache preventing a collision between dense parchment and orc face. "Vynulli, zumazh udder dehn Kor'garr wihl bryng medizin agh treet dah wunded during owur Klompz aginst dah buurz'werk uv diz Ugz!" He quickly orders a pint of some noxious alcoholic grog, knocking the entire drink back in a single go as the large wooden tankard clatters against thick tusks. "Kor'garr dah Clanless zupportz bruddah Bumba'Akaal en klaymyng dah tytul uv MEDIC'GOVV! LUP'UBLULHAR vor diz nu bigynnyng uv dah medicul aygiz en Krugmar! LUP'AKEZO vor dah riturn tu tikz uv helth agh heelyng vor awl uv Krug-koind!" The news-uruk continues celebrating long into the night, ironically giving himself a heavy hangover that requires a trip to the clinic for some respite against the pounding headaches... And allowing him to sign up as an assistant medic.

Kor'garr laughs heartily on seeing the specially delivered newspaper arrive in the grasp of a Krugmar courier hawk. "Pervekt! Kor'garr wundur'd howz vrend Evangelyne wuz duing..." The grey orc settles down with some kaktuz-blossom cider to read, roaring fireplace warming the unusually cold weather drifting through the jungles of San'Velku. A relieved sigh seeps from between thick tusks while he reclines in a comfortable pile of plush cushions, leafing through the heavily inked sheets of wood pulp with interest. "Ztyll juzt'az hozh'ag wroighta az yuzual. Kor'garr zhuld zend dehm anuddah lettur, agh meybi meyk planz tu meet en perzun." He chuckles while learning more of the happenings in Petra, geining knowledge of the world around him and how to more properly format his own newspaper...

Kor'garr nods in appreciation as ge nurses off a tremendous headache by reading the articles of a cherished companion in news-reporting. He idly sips at a mulled kaktuzblossom cider as small pages are flipped through with bulky grey fingers. "Yub, diz iz'ag Hozh werk... Kor'garr bettir git'ag zubzkripzhun!" He chuckles at the references to free drinks and cookoffs, having recently enjoyed some feasting of his own before heading to slumber.

Kor'garr the Clanless groans before returning to the various drafts and half-written articles scattered about his tower. Looks like he will need to do yet more research for the next headline... "Ztupid idjitz mayking valze klaymz aginzt owur Rex agh awl uv Krug-koind..."

[!] The large poster is tacked on to various boards and publicly visible walls around San'Velku. It appears quickly written, or maybe the writer's frustration bled into the scrawling, bulky common script. Emblazoned across the center is an image of an Uruk chef sampling some volatile stew mid-creation. Vivid inks are soaked into the dense parchment in a riot of eye-catching (or burning) colors. [!] A CALL FOR GRUBGOTH Kor'garr has an announcement to make. Over the several kaktus weeks since my return, I have too often seen the Betharuz Tavern gather dust. Grog is locked in kegs during times of celebration, grub left to cool and rot instead of be feasted upon. Parties and various discussions require our kin to obtain their own sources of sustenance and entertainment. The giant cooking cauldron that is our shine to Wud sits empty and unused, to the point of lacking cleanliness. Yet worse, even with the approaching of the Krugsmas season the kitchen lay quiet and bare of supplies. Most importantly, not one cacophonous night has taken place, nor even a prayer announced, in the name of the great spirit Betharuz, source of all revelry, grog, and grub. And yet Kor'garr has been told that we have a Grubgoth, one Kor'garr does not even gruk the full name of because we haven't yet met, despite me probably being the most alcoholic grog-drinking spawn of Krug in this entire goi. NO LONGER. Kor'garr will not stand by while the title of Grubgoth is disrespected, not when brilliant kin such as the great Grubomancer have singlehandely inscribed the role into legend with their actions. Kor'garr will not stand by while the Ologs go hungry and keep eating bricks, morose that not one thing has been fed to the Great Maw. Kor'Garr will not stand by while insult is given to the spirits of Betharuz, Wud, Glutroz, agh all of our ancestors who currently revel in the Stargush. Kor'garr announces that the Title of Grubgoth is officially open to be challenged by anyone seeking the title and willing to show their culinary prowess through trial. With metal and flame masterful delights shall be created and the Leadership of the Iron Ugz (Excepting the current Grubgoth as they will need to defend their own title) will determine who among us has the right to claim this honor. This will be a GRAND KOOKOFF, a culinary clomp of the highest degree. Traditional responsibilities of the role include managing the Betharuz Tavern and it's workers, hosting feasts and other merriments during times of celebration, and making sure the Ologs do not starve either physically with their appetite or spiritually in their worship to the Great Maw. Kor'garr will also teach whoever rises to the position knowledge of recipes made by past uruks, including the famous names of Ninskeeq'Ungri, Yarrow'Lur, and Grubgoth Grubomanza'Rax Anyazh that wishes to take this honor upon themselves can write their name or note their identity upon the blank space below. May the Spirits guide your cookware, Kor'garr the Clanless

Kor'garr smiles widely upon seeing the words of bravery written upon the page in traditional inks of Raguk Red. However pained the lights in his eyes glimmer, he stiffly continues to nod at each proclamation of truthfulness before toasting the message with a raised mug in the subdued tavern. Already the Nub-uruks stare at him with doubt. With Fear, for actions not his own. But that is how it has been for many years, and will continue to be for many more. Wordlessly, the Grey orc sets the missive upon the bar for anyone else to read, and turns to depart with a large stack of newspapers by his side. A long time passes before conversation finally returns to the tavern.

"Zog, diz is dah Zharaz beyin' Razizt agin? Ohr wihl dey akzhulli klomp wit uz aginzt dah buurzholm Zynodz?" A Clanless orc scratches his bald head with a bulky grey fist, frowning at the large cross emblazoned atop of the announcement. "Diz kuld bi very 'hozh ohr veri nub'hozh. Wi zhall peep."