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A younger Uruk, green in skin and experience, grins with excitement at the prospect of his very first battle. The gravity of the situation has not reached the young man as he marks a page in his journal for his first war poem.

Pelegren sighed deeply, ”Oi told ‘em- don’’ shoot t’e Eel! Harold said t’ere was something following it! Bu’ t’ey did nay listen. Now wha’ever t’ing could kill an eel t’at soize t’inks our shore is a feckin buffet. Dumb bastards.”

Gnome it up Big wheels keep on turning Carry me gnome to see his kin Singing songs about the gnome-land I miss 'ole' 'brandy once again And I think it's a sin, yes Well I heard Mister Gnome sing about her Well I heard old Neil put her down Well, I hope Neil Gnome will remember A Gnomely man don't need him around anyhow Sweet GNOME Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet GNOME Alabama Lord, I'm gnoming all o’ you In Brandybrook they love the Thain, boo hoo ooo Now we all did what we could do Now Watergate does not bother me Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth Sweet GNOME Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet GNOME Alabama Lord, I'm Gnomin’ all o’ you, (here I come Alabama) Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers And they've been known to pick a gnome or two Lord they get me off so much They pick me up when I'm done gnomin’ you Now how bout you? Sweet GNOME Alabama Where the skies are so blue Sweet GNOME Alabama Lord, I'm gnomin’ all of you Sweet GNOME Alabama, oh sweet gnome... Where the skies are so blue and the Thain's true Sweet GNOME Alabama Lord, I'm gnomin’ all of you, yeah yeh -Ancient Gnome Shanty

In the dawn of the era, the sea was silent. Painfully silent. An ancient titan sleeps undisturbed, and has done so for time immemorial. That time is to end. The coral encrusted body of the titan rose, scattering his loyal subjects of sea creatures that had tended to his resting body. His head rose above the sea and he gazed out at the vast expanse of ocean surrounding him. Displeased by the emptiness and his mind full of questions, he placed a hand on his scraggly and algae colored beard. He had a name, something given to him ages ago by a force he could not remember. He had a purpose, that he knew- to be the guardian of this ocean and see it prosper and grow, to assure its borders are ever-expanding. Even he could not achieve that alone, for a god is weak without worship. From the depths of the ocean, he raises a trio of mountains of monumental size. The craggy, mossy rocks sprout above the rocking waves. They shape themselves, moss becoming grass and grass becoming trees. Soon what was once a rocky outcropping was instead a set of fertile, beautiful islands. A lush, tropical atoll for his subjects. It began to rain on his islands, invigorating the divinely constructed ecosystem. Mhoric grew a race of men from these stormclouds, fair in hair and strong in body. They were to be his servants, and all would be right in time.

I’m frankly not sure how practical bendy steel would be, as wouldn’t it be rendered useless upon contact with any kind of substantial armor? Also, the formatting is very poor on this one. Not to mention that, most of those elements would not great bendy steel regardless, and titanium is very difficult to obtain and process especially with the tech levels of LotC. I’m gonna have to give this a -1 from me, chief

God App Name: Mhoric Symbol (Water, plants, fire, etc): The Sea Race (Default human): Muintiri Nation Name: City-States of Muintira Nation Symbol: The Bairsech, a mythological creature known to have the body of a dragon but the head of a wolf. Usually a symbol of strength Nation Terrain (Plains, desert, etc): A series of islands close to the mainland. Each one is covered in towering mountains covered in jungle. Race App Name: Muintiri Originating Race: Human Features (hair colors, etc): Their hair is of a colorful but natural variety, with colors like blonde, brown, and dark red. They are a short people (most hovering around 5 feet to 5’3), but resilient and optimistic despite their shorter lifespan of 60 years at most. They have an affinity for sailing and prefer high altitudes and humid climates. Skin Color: Their skin can range from pale to tan, depending on the wealthiness of the person in question. The rich live higher up and stay out of the sun, so are paler while the poor live at the base of the mountain and work in the sun all day, so they are tan.

(It kind of isn’t, but I’ll put you in the discord or w/e just in case)

Such good art. So little money. Sad.

Can we get the Hou-Zi, Farfolk and Halflings to build the railways?