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And from the depths of the forest...

The Elf's lips curled into a smile amidst a pair of two rosy round cheeks. "Death and Glory."

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOTC HAPPY BIRTHDAY TYTHUS

Overall I like the idea of having a more bestial relationship with the aspects, with the bonus of it not being limited to druidic circles. However, I do think it's a lot and that the connection to the druii is just about a requirement for them to reach their written full potential, and gives the druids access to yet even more closed off lore. Some of the abilities like the funny wood-puppet secretaries seem a little unnecessary, but balance issues goes alongside my opinion on a lot of already existing CA lore, in that the advantages are usually overwhelming in comparisons to weaknesses as they're both unknown and unavailable to the broader playerbase. I don't mind the dragon bit personally; I get green dragonflight vibes and I wanna see the dragon people beef. +1 (but only if I get my hands on it. Otherwise -100 and I'll be mad about it until the day I die.)

IGN: rathat RP NAME: Ameg Irongut AGE: Never ask a lady! (i dunno, 600s? 500s? 400s? Math.) ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Irongut moment CANDIDATE: Levian'Tol Grandaxe

The old dwarven woman squints over the missive in her rocking chair, cigar in hand as she spoke to a large black cat. "Ah've olways behn enterested en' tae ol' wehys. It'd be ah joy t' continue et'." She'd state, rocking back and forth as a puff of smoke escaped the lungs of the Irongut. "'nuu et's all ah question o' 'ow teh fock ahm' s'possed t' return thah missive. Bloodeh pseudonyms."

I smell slavery

Out and about the keep, a short elf runs back and forth inside and out, each time returning with more and more fresh cuts of meat and sacks of ripe apples. Meanwhile, in Dunheim... And old dwarven woman smiles, receiving the invitation. "Oi lads! Wake on up, we go' ah festival!" She cheered loudly, handing it to the others, making a 'tsk' as she swears a bit under her breath, jolly mood still managing to prevail. "Shame ah can't make et, buh ef yew lot dun go an' 'ave ah good teim ahll beat every last one o' yehs, yeh 'ear?" she chuckled, going to sit back down as she reminisced on the good ol' days alongside the Edict of Kal'Ordholm.

A small elf squints over the missive, passing it to someone else. "WAIT A SECOND ISN'T THAT THE KID WILLIAM--"

Birch scoffs as he reads the missive. “Marsumar-Karmesinfels does it better. Death n’ glory.”

"RESISTANCE AGAINST WHO?" The tubby elf repeated, snorting with laughter. "...Resistance against yo mama."

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