twisted opinions... sorry

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Love made Bonachine a better person...

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characters to give a 2nd life to in Stardrift:

Bandit (The catfolk rogue of legend who perished in the Living Museum, Kern. Some say his legendary cloak is buried somewhere in rubble there.)

Motts (Shapeshifter, normal guy)

The knight that TikTik turned into a beetle then accidentally set free on another continent.

Monster Pig from The Magnus Archives

Beach King (French)

And more

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The battle merchants of Urmik are desert owl Arrakokra. They respect Rayheart because he was the adopted son of a great Arrakokra named Beam. They respect Ondu because he kind of looks like an owl.

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They poured out of the mountain under the cover of night. The members of the Snowdrift under the Seeler's influence let them in to the city. Once inside, they swept the streets of any guards who were loyal to the Viceroy. The warning toll of the castle bell came far too late and the castle gates were smashed apart by the demon knight Winter with ease. The Seekers and Snowdrift went room to room, slaughtering anyone they encountered, looking for the ambitious sailor who had pretended to rule the city since Sallow's death. Aman wasn't in the castle, though. His last remaining spy had informed him of the impending operation, and the former captain had fled the city at dusk, headed East to his hometown of Wetsnow. Failure stabbed at his heart, and the imagined disappointment of so many lost comrades pushed out through his eyes. He didn't reach his intended destination. Instead, he met a God. The God he had so pathetically longed to meet for so long. Kellen's words entered the Viceroy's mind in a calm whisper. Silent to the rest of the world, the arcdemon interrogated the man, pulling on every cold thread of sorrow within him. Every thought the man had was forcibly turned inward, so that he was forced to look upon his worthless life through tear-filled eyes. The Viceroy dropped to his knees in forced deference to something so much more powerful than he could ever dream of being. The final question Kellen asked the man was this: Will you give your soul to me?

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"Well that wasn't much fun," Cleo sighs. "Now they won't want to visit. What do you think, Pumpkin?" But of course he can't respond.

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Fern: Tank, Why Is The Dirt Elf Playing With Weapons? Tank: :P ??? Bonachine: You'll find out soon enough. Fern: Oh! A Threat! How Funny!! Even If You Knew How To Use That Tool I Could Kill You Thirty Times Before You Finished Drawing Your First Arrow. Bonachine: ... Fern: You Could Always Just Use Magic. Oh Right You Can't. Because You Live In The Dirt. Bonachine: ... Fern: I Wouldnt Have To Use Magic Though. I Could Kill You Like A Baby Alligator With Just My Teeth. Bonachine: Are you done? Fern: Want To Find Out? Tank then walks and stands between them until Fern goes away.

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Gilly walks the perimeter of Paradise Island, checking in on her and Ferns gardens. Fern is training with Slithe, working on transporting more and more matter at once using the power of his blood. He has her dressed in a black robe to match his overall... thing. Hanna is as reserved as ever, staying in her office to pour over maps of the region. Bell is still growing outward and downward... Gilly wonders if anyone would be mad at her if she grew a tree around him to keep him out of sight. Most surprisingly, Bonachine is also out on the grounds. Tank has set up targets for him on the beach and Bonachine is taking very amateur shots at them with a new bow that one of the catfolk brought him. Theres still no word of Rayheart. The others are still on their errand to Whiteshadow. Things have ended up so strange.

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Shout out to Marquis de Sol; the byproduct of planning D&D, watching Castlevania, and having a fever dream.

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[wonchie]

I litterally cant stop watching this

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baddest bitches of the 2010s

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Culgerm's Body

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Newt is coming home for Winter break with his Report Card

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What will your third eye see?

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The day after the campfire at Near Freeport Post, on the road:

Montana: So whad’ya think of our new friends?

Gobble: Hmph. Dangerous.

Montana, grinning: You think so? I didn’t get a sense that they was tryin to harm us.

Gobble: You are not the judge of character that I am! I saw the scars of many battles in their eyes!

Montana: What about you, Mill?

Millet: uhm, I thought they, seemed nice...

Montana: That all?

Millet: they, have fought, demons before... a lot of times... big ones...

Montana: It feels good to be right.

Gobble: All that means is they have had plenty of opportunities to be corrupted!

Gobble: But they had a good cook among them. Cruelty cannot exist in a chef’s heart.

Montana: Well said, my friend.

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The boat voyage from Chip to Bip was absolutely miserable for Millet. Gobble had constructed a dirt-filled coffin for him to sleep in but it was not the same and the magic keeping him alive was stretched so thin that for the last few days of the voyage all he could do was lie down and feel Crystal joyously moving through his hollow body.

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Castiglia Carnivale, a few days old, sitting on her throne. Being born means she doesn't hear the secrets anymore. Her kingdom is empty except for the inexorable fog of her father's presence. She's bored!

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Hanna: I used my power to tamper with a mortal life once and I regret it to this day. Slithe: If you're nice to me I'll give anyone the power to kill God.