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[!] Somewhere within another realm, did lurk the soul of the chosen of the Tree, Anagenimenos the Blood of the Widu. His body however, laid to rest within a grave, deep as the ocean and endless as the skies above. Should he be needed there were means to do such, yet how far would the sender of this missive be willing to go for an audience with the most damned of druids.

+1 always for Mordu and Zarsies

GOD I HATE THE AZDRAZI CA

"How is it they know the true names of my brethren?" A suspicious thing commented to none but himself.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG PRODDY YOU DID NOT.... One day....

@Jentos @Gamma @JEEGK @squakhawk @kindEmperor

Somewhere, along the galaxy sky, did the eyes of a young and sickly boy dream with gaze open as they traced the luminous dots above. There was the GREAT OWL, within the stars, inside that awoken dream, chased forever into the night. So the sickly boy, went back to sleep to wander an endless cosmos.

You have my discord. : )

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XALVTzMOeQ&t=3s Varg Lore. Simply put.

Within an armchair did a certain drake brood, his right hand pinching his chin in thought with index and thumb as a fire roared within the hearth of its castle. The creature pondered upon how his son was coming along, for he had seen him grow from but a young boy, enduring the trials and tribulations he once did Oh so long ago. Its reptilian eyes watched upon the flame, perhaps in a trance or daydream, or perhaps in a dream itself. For it was not worry nor fear which dwelled within the inner flame of the creature over his son, it was a confidence, an understanding of the man Kassian was becoming and seeking to make of himself. It missed that drive, that passion to continue, but alas he was happy for his youngest. Kassian had begun a journey towards that which he himself had become, hopefully in time, he would see his son born anew, perhaps..., and thus he stood with a lumbering frame and a grunt from his person to send a message to an old and loved friend who oversaw his sons development into a servant of the Titan.

[!] Through snowfall in the woods north of Celia'nor did a young half-elf alchemist walk, talking to himself as one does in the solitude found in venturing. He heard up within the trees, a rustling, naught but a minut disturbance to the silence of the forest and there he saw the sleigh of the OWL overhead, and thus he smiled. Perhaps he was safe this day from the being o' so divine, but his presents might not be so lucky this year. "Hm. Perhaps I should ask for a ride. Tuvmas... Tuvmas... Tuvmas.." The youth laughed to himself in his own strange sort of way, talking to none but himself.

Odd request but let's see how this turns out. Long haired High Elf, pale skin, golden eyes, in dark armor (Realistic). Similar description but Azdrazi form with dark grey scaled skin, bright glowing golden eyes, dark hair, and a set of black horns coming out his head. (Realistic) Best of luck to the generator, either way should produce something neat!

Nah man, this will lead to people getting their hands on it and we'll end up with this: Nah fr though this is a good meme post, gotta give it up, those skins geek too haha +1

"Perhaps I shall toss my name in the ring." The young magus and Laurir Draoi of Celia'nor Remus Wynasul said as he signed off on some paperwork governing magic in the city from within his office...

This is a risky saying Squak.... Risky indeed. Where is my magic plugin soonTM...?

There is Azdrazi deep lore on why purple dragons should never exist again. You know of this my friend.

Wtf is Vortrice?

Spoons lore makes me happy. Spoons reworks make me happy. Spoons guiding Nephilim into the next chapter... Pure Joy. As a member of this community, this post is beautiful. (PS. Players who'd drop their CA's to keep sexual organs shouldn't be in the Azdrazi community anyway. Get fucked vermin.)

☾ "Progress." A red-haired Mali'thill said within the library of Celia'nor whilst books floated back and forth in the air, sorting themselves into place. "All is as it should be." The Laurir Draoi commented thus.

Varig. Varger. Varg. Werevulfs. Lupines. Dogs. Furries. The failing Housing Market is up 12%. Joe Biden.

Petrus Watch Gang endures