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So long RPG. It's been a fun two years
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Working on big collabs and shizz
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i'm in my dude
I'm interested in this
@TheDarkTemplar I will search for time and if it gets back up I'd love to join as someone other than draxis
i think everyone has been too busy
The front entrance, the entryway, the portal to the great world as some would say. It has an unlikely and unruly group of guardians. This is known by most of the races and an area to stay away from for several reasons, not all of which include the symphony of low croaks and the padding of rushed feet against tile. This is the land of two races that came to a mutual agreement, and a third that sought refuge due to their small numbers. The Sticky-Shell Union was what they were called, and they were the only thing that came from the entryway that wasn’t larger than a few inches. The deeper into the territory you go, however, the quiet sound of hammer on hot metal and anvil could be heard in small pockets of the tent cities erected by the Sticky-Shells.

Small warbands of skittering gecko soldiers moved quickly along the edge of the borders of their realm, watching closely for any intruders, not that any of their nearby neighbours would be keen on fighting with them. The wasps and their ilk that lived in what seemed to be the kitchen area, as well as the pesky rodents that took the breakfast bar, were neither the sor of enemies that the Sticky-Shell’s wanted to deal with, nor did they want to enter the territory of the Tato’s. For the most part, the reptiles kept to themselves, hunting for whatever smaller prey they could find and harvesting the meat from the pillbugs that they kept penned up in areas further into the territory. Much of the infrastructure was kept at the floor level, but most of the chameleons prefered the higher up precipices that were provided by great tree at the far side of the territory. Much of the “political” dealings were taken care of at the Great Tree, and many of the battle plans were discussed at it’s base as well.

The early part of the day was quiet, very quiet. Not much of anything was going on and even the No-Mans land was quite silent as well. Scores of toads with sharpened axes and leather backed shields sat at the ready, waiting for the order to proceed into the Hymenoptera Empire. Dartfoot, the leader of the toads, paced in front of the army of toads and waited for some time before he croaked up and spoke to the army of toads “We will be sending a few small scouting parties into the Empire of those damn winged bastards… Maybe if those idiot geckos are quiet enough, they could kill a few wasps and bring them home for dinner.. But it’s unlikely that the dummies will be able to do anything. If they don’t return, however, consider it an act of war. IF we hear nothing from the scouting parties by noon, then we will be forced to attack and take blood for blood. Likely that the idiot geckos would probably get themselves killed though…”

The speech ended as a few small bands of five or six geckos sneakily crossed into the seemingly unguarded border, moving along towards the cabinets that sat on the other side of the room. Gentle pattering of padded feet against the tile floor was the only sound that could be heard for the time being as the few small bands of scouts made their way deep into the unknown territory of the Hymenoptera Empire,to gain information concerning resources and perhaps to gain leverage in any sort of combat situation involving the wasps. For the most part, The Union was not very knowledgeable of the surrounding nations, and it was a troublesome time for the Chieftain. A lack of allies and a greater lack of trade meant that sooner or later, the Union would need to seek different methods of acquiring resources and be able to support the growing communities that seemed to make a pilgrimage to see the great entrance way. War would come, and it would mean the life or total death of the union of tribal reptiles.
@AtomicNut I think it looks good sir
I suppose this is dead as a doornail and I will be not be waiting to hear about it. If life comes back I will post again. But the GM isn't even posting ooc or anything...
Interested n using a witch hunter homebrew



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