[center][b]my new lore shop has this same concept for only 30g/kt!!
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[font=sitka banner][color=grey]The dusk finally fades, the night owl coos. The fireflies light the pathway through the wood. What happened to the once bright child? The smile on their face since birth? It has left, they have moved on. They roam through the forest, looking for shelter, to find nothing. They turn their back on the gods, their home, their loved ones. It is too late to save them; the shade has captured their heart.
my new lore shop has this same concept for only 30g/kt!!
new lore shop here
please dont post
The dusk finally fades, the night owl coos. The fireflies light the pathway through the wood. What happened to the once bright child? The smile on their face since birth? It has left, they have moved on. They roam through the forest, looking for shelter, to find nothing. They turn their back on the gods, their home, their loved ones. It is too late to save them; the shade has captured their heart.
Would you be interested in writing something for Rowan?
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My clan is a bunch of minor deities living in a small town. All I've got for this girl is that she's the goddess of stars.
Would you be interested in writing something for Rowan?
My clan is a bunch of minor deities living in a small town. All I've got for this girl is that she's the goddess of stars.
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ptarmigan
rowan:
The stars follow your lead, they worship you. They bend to your will. The dawn, the fading stars, the early morning bird twittering. The eerie mist and the piercing eye, shining like a star. The folks hear of the shooting stars, your wrath being dropped from the heavens. They fear you and your beauty, yet they adore you. Is it possible to fear and love?
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ptarmigan
rowan:
The stars follow your lead, they worship you. They bend to your will. The dawn, the fading stars, the early morning bird twittering. The eerie mist and the piercing eye, shining like a star. The folks hear of the shooting stars, your wrath being dropped from the heavens. They fear you and your beauty, yet they adore you. Is it possible to fear and love?
Could you do something for my boy here??
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He's a scholar in charge of the small but well-kept (thanks to him) library, and one of the oldest in the clan, but he cannot fly because his wings are too small.
Could you do something for my boy here??
He's a scholar in charge of the small but well-kept (thanks to him) library, and one of the oldest in the clan, but he cannot fly because his wings are too small.
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laeyein
omg omg you're talking to me. hello amazing person!!
auraelius:
The smell of old books, the warm lit fireplace, the faint marks of ink on the desk. The distant chatter, the morning corvid creatures squawking in the forest. The flowers have finally sprouted and the harsh winter has left. You travel far, your wings to small to bare your gentle body, in search of books. Your collection grows like the flowers in the spring, starting small and increasing in size over time. The latter acknowledges your strength in mind, your soft-spoken words tell tales of your long life.
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laeyein
omg omg you're talking to me. hello amazing person!!
auraelius:
The smell of old books, the warm lit fireplace, the faint marks of ink on the desk. The distant chatter, the morning corvid creatures squawking in the forest. The flowers have finally sprouted and the harsh winter has left. You travel far, your wings to small to bare your gentle body, in search of books. Your collection grows like the flowers in the spring, starting small and increasing in size over time. The latter acknowledges your strength in mind, your soft-spoken words tell tales of your long life.
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vintaegucci ay yo you think you could do one for Akrin?
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vintaegucci ay yo you think you could do one for Akrin?
would you be interested in writing something for
Fallow?
I don't have much planned for him other than he's some sort of outlaw (possibly unjustly?) and hired by
Singu from time to time to transport or....'acquire' goods.
would you be interested in writing something for
Fallow?
I don't have much planned for him other than he's some sort of outlaw (possibly unjustly?) and hired by
Singu from time to time to transport or....'acquire' goods.
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ilios
yea, totally!
akrin:
The ocean breeze settles in, the taste of warm air on your lips, the smell of olive leaves. Your silky white mantles dances in the wind, your gilded jewels reflect the sun's rays. You are missing something.. Her laughter. The bright toothy smile that made your day. Where did it go? You are left alone with the ocean to grieve, but her essence lives within the salty breeze. Do not weep; loved ones are near.
*i based it off of your lore section on him, btw! i can change it if you want ;)
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ilios
yea, totally!
akrin:
The ocean breeze settles in, the taste of warm air on your lips, the smell of olive leaves. Your silky white mantles dances in the wind, your gilded jewels reflect the sun's rays. You are missing something.. Her laughter. The bright toothy smile that made your day. Where did it go? You are left alone with the ocean to grieve, but her essence lives within the salty breeze. Do not weep; loved ones are near.
*i based it off of your lore section on him, btw! i can change it if you want ;)
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dandyfrau
fallow:
They cast you out; you're left all alone. The dust clouds your face, the distance setting sun, the wooden chimes rattle. Your fame, your glory, all bad. You are feared and known as the brutal trader of dragonkind. Do you smell the fear, outlaw? Do you hear the cries? To focused on gaining, never interested in giving. You think too high of yourself, but it is not your fault. Influence has ruined you, and you live on the edge.
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dandyfrau
fallow:
They cast you out; you're left all alone. The dust clouds your face, the distance setting sun, the wooden chimes rattle. Your fame, your glory, all bad. You are feared and known as the brutal trader of dragonkind. Do you smell the fear, outlaw? Do you hear the cries? To focused on gaining, never interested in giving. You think too high of yourself, but it is not your fault. Influence has ruined you, and you live on the edge.
