Turbo_Dog

If you could preform one feat of gymnastics at an Olympic athlete level of proficiency what would it be?

Sheeeeeeesh

“NOOO!” Shouted the muserker as he recalled their meeting in Savoy taking a moment to cool his temper “Spirits bless your soul Relnol even if you let cake be thrown on the ground.”

The cupbearer Spuds Lo’chil would pour Garedyn a drink to this treaty “Good choice sir. Very well done.” The musin said with benevolence seasoning his words

I like the concept but as everyone already said the skeleton thing is usually tied with being necromanic. If you want a kind plant folk race why would someone not go epiphyte and play a kind hearted character? And I don’t say this to be discouraging or insulting but I ask why.

“War? Really?!” A musin said as he prepared for a picnic on the same day “All according to the great plan, I will not let this slip by.” He continued to prepare for the picnic

“ARUUUUUU!” A small voice sounds out from the Urguan square

A small foul demon blew spit bubble at the rim of his lips as the missive was slowly read to him, at the promise of not being in danger, happiness, and food the Imp squealed with delight as he made plans to meet the milkman for some gain “YES YES MUCH GOOD SOUND YES!” The infernal being babbled out at the top of his lungs

Heyo! I’d be happy to rp with you. And to the writer’s block issue, the way I personally remedy it is by looking for people who might have done something similar and seeing how they go to their current point and from there looking for a similar solution or opportunity to do it myself. But if this is a lore thing I’d suggest making a /sreq in game or contacting a member of ST

Lore lore lore

“Now now these are my type kind of people things.” An inferi of the most foul nature remarked

Seeing spirites get something like this would be cool and definitely make the fae parasite feat more interesting

The small imp frothed at the mouth like a feral creature finally having successfully lived a combative encounter

[!] All through Aveos through each town and village even scattered in the wind was a missive written on a thin paper sheet that smelt of slightly of cookies to grace a reader’s nose “Good morning, afternoon, evening, or even night reader. Did you know that you are invited to a grand picnic in Babblebrook, Dunfárthing? No this isn’t a joke this is your invitation to come and sit with the weefolk and us even weer friends of theirs, the Musin! This gather is to take place in ten stone days. It will include plenty of food and drink and we invite you to bring your own special dishes along with fishing and at the end a competition using nothing but junk and scraps that you must create something new and original out of for a prize of 50 mina and I will pay your taxes on a property you own for that year. We look forward to seeing you there.” -Sincerely, Ser Do’Spuds Loa’chil

An imp cackled as he held a small dagger in hand both thirsting and growing impatient for this unholy hunt

A sly little inferi looked down at the missive as he tore it apart with his claws into little more than confetti “HOW DARE DARE THEY TRY AND OUT DO DO ME! MARK MY WORD TALK GOD KISSERS ME WILL OUT DO YOU!” He screamed at nothing but the air and the torn paper as he scurried off

A small imp of necro inc took his time to read the missive in his kindergarten level reading “Now now this that is my kind of thinking great idea! Must must go join join!” He ate his copy of the missive as he then ran off to go scour the dark forest for these bad to the bone individuals

“DARK SPAWN SPAWN!” A Imp yelled out “GET MY RESPECT NAME RIGHT CORRECT!”

True fact. Also I’ll be looking for you.

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