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Consider this.
the Bulls are red
the Mavericks are blue
Omae wa mo
Shinderu...
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Consider this.
@Rtron, did you just hand the hain in your army a weapon that could potentially neutralise their disadvantage in physical strength? A few fun things could happen with that.
When you try to write something normal for your Creative Writing class and end your story with a character being reborn from a seed within the flesh of a dead god and becoming a messiah for a new generation of humanity.
Five-hundred-million years after the events of the main story.
On Mars.
This RP has ruined me.
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He gave that ability to all of the Hain except Toun's slaves.
@Antarctic Termite, get in here, nobody understands your name!
In other news concerning Jvan, she has just been bitten by an ant. This is a great display of mercy from the ant, because it could have chosen to sting Jvan. That would not have ended well at all.
My next post will probably be on Arcon,
After great delaying, the desert and river valley creatures have been posted in the sheets section. I have also included the Venomweald Writhe.
Interestingly, I can relate to the character a whole lot more now, because nobody pronounces my IRL name right either. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
@Rtron could you detail what you mean by magic? Like what are the functions or methodes of using this magic and how is it fueled?
@Rtron so technically no real new form of magic was 'gifted' (like my cryomancy) but all species could technically learn a magic?
I know that feel. My name is almost always mispronounced or misspelt. It doesn't help that some people screw it up so bad as to mistake me for the opposite sex before they see me.
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I think Toby chose the wrong goddess to bug... Jvan is the size of five mountains having an orgy. If every part of her was as sensitive to pain as a human was, she'd be constantly distracted just by all the things burrowing into her from the jungle/coral reef she grows on herself.
Thanks for the research, though.
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Something tells me your next post will definitely be on Arcon.
When you try to write something normal for your Creative Writing class and end your story with a character being reborn from a seed within the flesh of a dead god and becoming a messiah for a new generation of humanity.
Five-hundred-million years after the events of the main story.
On Mars.
This RP has ruined me.
Is like to remark on how our Pantheon is halfway between Lovecraft and Olympus.
Man, I'm in such a creative dryspot right now :<
Can't really think in anything to do for the rest of the turn, except with Notte of course