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halfling stew coming right up

There are a series of noises. It's not good noises. Sad noises. Bad noises.

Wanted: Damien Threat level: PRESUMABLY, DANGEROUS Suggested party number: 3-4, more the better. Description of beast(s): DARK ELVEN MAN, SOLID PURPLE EYES. CHIMERA. CONSUMER OF PEOPLE. FELINE TRAITS, SENSES, AGILITY. KILL ON SIGHT. Location: TRAVELLER Rewards: THE FEELING OF SUCCESS IN KILLING AN UNNATURAL BEING THAT PREYS UPON CIVILIANS.

When will Toren finally die

"Should've destroyed the entire city," a druid says.

when will the halflings destroy oren

Virmehn was upon the ground then, blade poised towards her, ready to strike. Not much time now, she wouldn’t be able to escape, it has to be said. Warn, protect. No, too late. A life was snuffed out as quickly as the blade struck home—her grasp firmly upon the hilt of another. She would not be able to free that, no. She was never going to. Sister Briar expected darkness when the blade came, but she awoke in a glade. A clearing, all a flutter with life. It was odd. It was calm. It was home. Moreso than anything else she had ever known. Rising upon unsteady feet, she was not overwhelmed. She was not dead. She was alive, wearing fresh clothes, and she felt… vital. She felt free. Content. Striding forth, one step after another, she’d explore, but more importantly, she would find herself lost. A briar patch was before her. Was it always there? It matters little. But it held something. Peace. Clarity. Rest. The elf was wrath, was rage. But, she was loyal. Loyalty to herself and her fellows and her duty, loyal enough to risk her own life to strike against one who outmatched her, unfortunately. Upon the briars she rested. Her identity faded, ebbed away, gnawed by time and by peace and by knowing that she had, at least, served her purpose. Loyalty remained ever after. --- A shift, a change--a body buried by friends, hidden away where no hands would rip her from her rest--but that was not meant to be. Stolen, ferreted away, gone from the embrace of the earth and the tree. What could this be?

and you never see it comiiiing, FOR YOU

Something old had returned. Nature watched. Nature waited. Nature welcomed. "Well, at least it isn't Callax."

No one magic belongs to one race have none of you watched Avatar: The Last Airbender. Different styles of bending can be used in other bending styles find harmony and spirit bending

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Theres something called soul trees. -1

Virmehn prepares her Naughty Druid chopping axe.

A new hit title sweeping the isles, updated every so often and don't you dare ask how often; Druid Tales! Tales by druids for the disgusting non-attuned populace. The first entry is given to everyone, or found in trash piles. Or in fires. First Edition

actual way of rping the corruption caused by most voidal magics +1

A notice is put up in Linandria and around the forest, hammered to trees and rocks and in one instance, a dead fawn. It reads such. "Every year, young and impressionable elves are taken into the Aureon or Torena households. Be different. Destroy them, and free up the population for other families." -Anonymous The writing seems to be stamped on.

Oh! What a wonderful season! The flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, life springs from the earth in large numbers! Certainly, this is the case for the Grove, of all places! HOW EXCITING! For any visitors, they would see... Oh... Oh no. OH NO. OH NO!!!!!