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As the Etamaehr read the missive that was given to her, the female would take in the words that was spoken to her. It would be left deeply in her mind, to not be cast out. Majority of her life she was always casted out due to her race- it was never her fault for what had happened. "The Ashen Union, a place where every maehr can be accepted it. I hope this missive will continue to be successful with the impact it's already accomplished." [!] The human-dark elfess hybrid, would place the missive on a hard surface as she began writing her signature. [!]
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As for someone who is still learning CRP this helped me understand the mechanics much easier. Wonderful guide!!
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bugzzzz [✗] [Creature Lore] – Sariq ' Wajuh | The Face Stealer
KustomZero replied to Salium's topic in Denied Lore
Ughhhh I love dune so much. Making me tempted to actually make a dune inspired character now lol -
original idea [✗] [Creature Lore] – Ztabba - Wyrm | The Desert Wyrm
KustomZero replied to Salium's topic in Denied Lore
I love Dune. Next we need a whole new realm dedicated to the Fremen -
The moment I began reading this the first thing that came to my mind was the Dune movies. I love this.
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The 3’8 Forest Dwarf would come out of his home with a smile on his face looking at Hefrumm. “Ah ‘ome at last wit’ meh kin.” Roak made way down his stairs and would be with his kin once more.
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Elrond would glance at the old hag before greeting her with a nod. The male would walk over and take a seat hearing the woman's question. "You were expecting me, you say?" Elrond would let out a chuckle as he kept his posture straight. His voice was calm yet strong resembling confidence and pride. "My story. . . is just beginning. I come to seek answers." His eyes kept contact with the woman. The tone of his voice remained the same. "Answers to these questions that have kept me in a void for far too long. Questions about destiny, the purpose of being in this world, the arts of magic. .." Did Elrond get the hags attention now? A long moment of silence fell between him and the woman. Now his eyes scanning the tent and the dim lanterns. Now he wonders if this hag waits for new comers and learn about them. Soon his gaze shifted back to the hag. "I seek guidance. Guidance that will illuminate the path I must take and overcome the shadows that block my way." Shortly after his response, Elrond would get up as he stretched his legs. The hag was a mystery figure to him. He couldn't give too much information out to one he didn't even know much himself. His tall slender body would face the hag perhaps even towering over her. "My name is Elrond. Elrond Enquinal. Remember the name, hag." And with that Elrond's body swiftly turned as he made his exit through the tattered tent. The smell of the rotted wood and wet moss would fill his nostrils after taking a deep breathe. The elf couldn't take a long rest. He must continue on and move forward until he finds his destiny. His purpose in this world.
