>>39277228

>The anon below must create a short tidbit of bestiary or lore for said creature/pedrson.

Why?

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mmkay.

>>39277228
>Sacredi Sarcophagi

Sacred Sarcophagus of the elder civilisation, cursed ones took control over the coffin and invoke their wrath upon any one who dares to enter their territory. Grabbing such poor fool and putting them inside of sarcophagi, devouring their very soul in order to come back to life.

Omn tablet, ain't got a PIC.

>>39277400
>The Watching

Said to be the death's chosen mount, it is often seen without it riding the demon. However any who sees its 3eyes means that their death is soon yo happen. The 3 eyes are said to represent newborn life, life itself and the last one, end of a life.

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>>39277400

>Hominikia

A strange and escentric Fey lord who's body is that of a full grown stallion with three heads and three eyes. In spite of the configuration of it's mouth it can speak all languages known and dead to the world.

If you find him a voice that is delicious enough to eat, he will read for you anything you cannot read yourself. If you offer your own voice to him he grants you the power to read and comprehend any language you see

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>>39277444
About the size of a truck, the Umbra is a sentient black hole. Far less powerful than a true black hole, it is nevertheless a most challenging foe.

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>>39277444
>>39277443
>The 3 eyes are said to represent newborn life, life itself and the last one, end of a life.
Just say birth, life, and death.

>>39277444
The Dark Onus.

Old tales tell of an ebony sphere. A fragment of the void that came before, the nothingness that birthed reality. The sphere has the power to undo the entire multiverse.

>>39277481
>Weyfield, priest of the Liar God.

When the Half-Gods battle for controlling the mortal realms on a daily basis, seeing a sorcerer still wielding the power of a dead deity is a rare sight.
This peculiar magic user is the subject of many rumours, most depicting him as a heartless man, finding pleasure in watching devastation unfolds before him as the armies of the Half-Gods tear cities apart...
Yet, why does so many commander fear to duel this mortal? What secrets has he learned from his God before its fall?

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>>39277486
>>39277529
I like those.

>>39277532
>fructosaurs.

We warned you about eating these weird fruits from the World's Far Reach, now you have to deal with the hallucinations brought by it...

Despite existing in the world of dreams, their flesh will bring energy to your real body.

>>39277546
>Failed Chimera
No one ever said transfusions was a simple school of magic, it is often filled with failures and prototypes. Unstable and and sometimes equally goofy looking, Failed Chimeras are occasionally bought from junior transfusionists as disposable shock troops or guard dogs on the cheap, but are still noticeable less dangerous overall compared to their more complete brethren.

>>39277582
>The Steelweed.

A rare plant found in the depths of earth. It hardens as time passes, as such, only the young saplings can be harvested, many tried to use its solidity to make weapon and armours, without success.
It is still very valuable as an alchemical ingredient.

>>39277602
>Fake spell book
A fake spell book, likely bought by a witless or naive fool at an high price, it is design to ape a real spell book, and often name drops important magical figures and concepts, but that is to make it look like the real deal, a proper wizard or witch just needs to read a few paragraphs of this false tome to realize its not even worth its weight as a paperweight.

>>39277546
I remember that evothread.

>>39277612
The jillers are cat-sized, innocent looking creatures from the forests of Ivion. While completely harmless when encountered alone, they form swarms of several dozen animals and devour their prey within minutes when hunting, similar to piranhas.
However, they are afraid of cheese.

>all these people posting pics without replying to the one before them
Jesus wept.

>>39277602
The Dead Rider. A warrior poet said to have been executed, then brought back to life through arcane methods. He travels from place to place on a pale horse, spreading his cryptic poetry to those who listen. He suffers from delusions and paranoid schizophrenia, calling himself the beast he worships. He is also more than capable of handling himself in a fight, having mastery over fire and powers of teleportation.

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>>39277696
Forgot my pic.

>>39277678
why did it go so wrong?

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>>39277693
Antiqua Lamia. A massive, vampiric insect from a by gone age. Frozen millions of years ago, the insects begin to thaw out as global warming steadily grows worse.

These bugs were so deadly and numerous that they ate the dinosaurs into extinction. They were one of the first forms of life on earth and are very hard to kill. Ice and cold are the only effective means of fighting them.

>>39277680
Distilled Nymph's tears. Drinking a teaspoon of this will cause you to be fully hydrated for about a week.

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>>39277739
>These bugs were so deadly and numerous that they ate the dinosaurs into extinction.

Shit like this is just an instant into-the-trash sign for me.

>this killed off the dinosaurs
>it ate the mammoths into extinction
>this monster caused the permian extinction

It's just bad writing. Don't to it, ever again.

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>>39277701
Lebos.

The Idol of sorrow, mourning, and loss. Lebos watches as men fight their bloody wars and destroy the world in silent despair. Lebos is a weak Idol but he gives all of his strength to preserve humanity and life. His blessings can allow the living and the dead to commune and even for lost love ones to return to life.

>>39277772
Calm down buddy, its all just ideas. Now if your done shitposting because people dont like what you like how about you get back on topic?

>>39277262
Fuck off autist

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>>39277670

>Yusuf, the Whailing Cleric

The Gods adore the praise of mortals, and many more fine enjoyment in song and are especially generous to those who sing their praises.

Yusuf, who came from the Wilden Lands to the south, was a new convert to the Cult of Isiaih though a quiet and contemplative man, he throws himself into the fury of song tearing his robes to reveal his votive tattoes and inspires his fellow cultist in revelry

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>>39277670
Muderous hobo. No thats it, just a muderous hobo.

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>>39277796
Cthonic sack

A minor Aberration turned inside out and sewn into its own skin can be used to saturate items placed in it with foul magics. Be careful when you reach into it!

>>39277684
Haha, thanks! I'm gonna shove a picture of this little guy into my DM's folder and tell him to somehow use it.

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>>39277850
Thairos the mad sage. Once a mortal man, Thairos discovered an ancient god taking the form of a terrible bird.

To prove his loyalty, he skinned his family alive and offered their flesh to his patron. This first step earned him his new sickening form.

>>39277850
Ch't'ronaq, a powerful god of war and death belonging to a violent civilization's pantheon. He seeks revenge after having eyes drawn on his head by the god of tricksters.

>>39277850
Muu'l'keth, the God of Gluttony. A lesser God, he is often referred to as a demon by the majority of priests. He commands his followers to constantly bring him flesh and meat to appease his never ending hunger.

>>39277829
Sir Damien Cartwright, His Majesty's finest artificer. Having lost his wife in an extradimensional raid, he became depressed, ending in him swearing to defeat the alien threat and designing weapons for this exact purpose.

>>39277850
Mask of the devourer.

This fearsome mask is the only and most prised artifact of the goblins. Passed between goblin tribes, it is said to protect the wearer from all foes.
Oddly enough it fits no goblinoid.

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>>39277890
>Gauss Container

A highly knowledgeable alchemist by the name of Henry Faullus Gauss spent much of his time he did not devote to alchemical research into creating ornate cases and holding devices for Philosopher's Stones. Highly prized and very rare, these works of art that came to be known as Gauss Containers are owned only by the most wealthy and successful alchemists.

>>39277890
"I pass through shadows
I walk through night
I see all things
I devour all light

I open during darkness
When all things crash to dust
When the world halts its motion
I open at the dusk

When the door of the end
Stands upon the hinge
I, the eye of Aeon open
At the end of all things."

~Scroll of parchment found alongside this curious item. Only known to have opened once during a period of great strife.

>>39278037
if you wrote it just right now, then holy fuck anon, you are talented

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>>39277890
The Ulthern Light. Twisting the handle on the top opens and closes this ornate lantern. The crystal sphere within the lantern is no ordinary light-stone, however- any man of magic could tell you that. Illusions and glamers disappear under the light of this lamp, but there seems to be more to its magic than that. Mages who have probed the strange artifact with their mind have found that some sort of intelligence exists within the crystal sphere, but no attempts to communicate with it so far have been successful. Whether this is because it cannot or will not speak, none can say.

>>39278078
*have been unsuccessful

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>>39277829
Due to growin unrest in the colonies and several attempts, magical and mudane, to remove the ravens from the Tower, The Royal Secret Service has seen fit to enlist the service of one Hamilton Blake, formerly of the Royal Navy.
Mr Blake has been provided with an apartment overlooking the Tower as well as a state of the art Freischütz-Rifle (courtesy of the Queen's cousin).
Though Mr Blake's eagerness to "give Johnny Foreigner what for" has on occasion lead to the wounding of innocent civilians, such as a chimney sweep covered in sud, this is more than made up for by the invaluable service rendered to the Empire.

>>39277529
This sword's legend began in the 12th century...

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>>39278116

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>>39278078
Terraboulos. An unusual golem recently discovered in ancient cities below the Sgassi Mountain Range, they are initially either immobile (suspected to await orders from their long dead masters) or too skittish to tame. Today, more prestigious wizards use them as couriers, errand boys and occasionally, guards.
Their legs have evolved for speed and power, and a single leap from this can send a Terraboulos rolling through an entire citadel, running down anything in it's path.

>>39278005
The Simbelmyne Snowcaps
Most of these mountains are capped with snow. But what gives this mountain range its name is the vast hordes of Simbelmyne that grows atop them, giving them a snowy sheen all year round. Many potion brewers hike there from the nearby town of Floradale for the easy-to-obtain brewing ingredient.

>>39278078
Malok: One of the lesser known apostles to have flogged to Midland after the eclipse.
Kicked to death by Guts.

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>>39278078
"Tradition dictates that, once a golem has been forged, all mirrors in it's vicinity must be covered in heavy cloth, to prevent the golem from seeing it's reflection. Lore states that, should a golem ever see itself, it will abandon it's work and seize whatever materials it can, whereupon it will attempt to build a copy of itself, a strange mirror of it's own forging process. However, very few golems have the capacity for such complex work, and any results of it's efforts are imperfect, twisted and mindless. The golem will continue working, never satisfied, until it is destroyed.'

>>39278198
A trinket forged from the femur of a powerful wizard. Taken by the party that destroyed him as a trophy in lieu of an actual, as he carried none with him. His last words to them were; "May nary thy tongues rest when a part of me you carry,"
And so, whenever someone from the party sees this bone trinket, they are overcome with a desire to put it in their mouth. The trinket will then latch onto their tongue, and the poor soul will only be able to speak in a variety of whistling hums that the trinket produces for them.

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>>39278198
"My cherished friend,

Packaged with this letter is a strange trinket I happened upon the other day while in the market stalls of Aezengurd. It seems to be a simple whistle made of bone and jade, but as I saw (and as the merchant, a tribal native supposedly from the Outlands, confirmed to me), it has an aura of magic about it. The merchant made claim to only know that blowing through one end (and not even which end) would ward off evil spirits and bad luck, but did not know what would happen when one blows through the other end. Recalling your fascination with the culture of the Outlands, I bought it with the intent of sending it to you, a gift... Oh, and a word of warning: I have found that once in about every five time one puts the whistle to their mouth, it will try to bite them. Nothing especially dangerous mind you, just a pinch upon your lips or tongue barely enough to sting. I almost knocked over my coffee the first time it happened! Perhaps more odd, the trinket seems to giggle whenever it pulls this "trick". I am unsure of whether or not the item is intelligent, but I should suggest that be careful with it nonetheless.

Sincerely, Dr. Morren"

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>>39278136
"Arthas 'Spellburn' Hitchcock: Binding, Summoning, Dispelling, Hexing, Cursing, Charming and Dry Cleaning. Manderly Place, Unit B, 2nd floor. Knock three times, then duck."

-A business card found inside a freshly cut amethyst geode.

>>39278378
Oh hey, it's the ancient Aztec tennis playing golem from Dr Mcninja. It's been a while.

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>>39278353
"Angels? Oh, there's no such thing. I know what I saw that say, it was just a peculiar cloud formation, nothing more, nothing less. That the sun formed the so called 'head' of this vision the moment the tide turned that day is purely coincidence. I'm not so sure about those voices people spoke of after, I know there was some kind of sound, though that could easily have the wind, it was very strong that day, I recall. I just know it wasn't an angel, that's for certain. Not an angel. Not again."

>>39278353
That descrition is great.

>"Thou hast our thanks, brave warrior, sacrificing thy life to seal Tal'Ga the Forbidden saved thy world. We wish to reward thy courage, tell us... What is it thou desire."
...
>"We fear this is out of our powers, mortal. Thy body was burned beyond what our power can heal and the link between thy soul and flesh is lost for good, thou cannot return to the realm of the living in thy former body..."
...
>"An alternative? It may be possible, hero, to return thy spirit in a new body... Tell us, what shape would please thy fancy?"

...

"So... Are these clouds gonna stay there forever?"
>"We fear so, oracle, for it was the hero's wish..."
"He always had some serious self esteem issues... Is he flipping me off? Can he hear us?!"

>>39277444
Xenology and trips, nice. I'm tempted just to recount what I remember from the book, but I'll invent something new.

>Umbra

Sentient lithids that draw strength from resonance. Young umbra speed years underground drawing paper from the movements of the continents, each tremor stimulating a growth spurt. Adult umbra carefully expend a cache of built energy flying across the surface of worlds, emitting a siren song to attract potential mates. The umbra are of a modest intelligence similar to that of a smart dog or a dolphin, but they are uniquely talented at manipulating other life forms with sound. Through either aural stimulus or special sonic phenomena tuned to the resonant frequency of a creatures' internal organs, an Umbra can manipulate life to serve its bidding. Were they a smarter race, the Umbra could rule worlds, but ruled by hunger these black spheres are simply content to command cattle to rampage and smash buildings and trees, encourage men with sticks to tip boulders down cliffs and cause avalanches, or in some cruel case keep a creature captive and shivering in an echoing cave - all with the purpose of creating sound for the Umbra to feed off. Some intelligent races have taken to capturing Umbra, feeding them with bass-producing machines and using them as communication systems (an Umbra fed a certain pattern of sound for a few consistent minutes will recreate it for hours until struck), excavation (electromagnetic stimulus can severely pain Umbra) and for cattle herding. Umbra reproduce ochestrally - two partners will locate a suitable dark, dense material in a cave underground and for many days will emit a lulling harmony together, as sweet as it is terrible. The patterns produced will carve a small sphere from the material, which the pair will imbue for a month or so with energy until it begins to move on it's own. The parents will then bury the child deep underground where it will remain for years.

>>39278673
>paper
That is an amusing typo. POWER. There we go.

>>39277846
The Blood Priest

This mysterious figure wanders the land completely randomly.
Upon reaching a village or city, the skies turn red for the following week, while he proceeds to stalk a random person, cutting him with his claws while he isn't looking and quickly fading back in the shadows as he turns.

After the chosen victims dies of bleeding, he chooses another until he wipes out the whole village.

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'"Greg & Theodore, Proffesional Trappers and Slayers of ALL Undesirable Beasts MONSTEROUS AND OTHERWISE, Very Agreeable Rates. Inquire Within, Stairs to Left of JACKSON & SON'S CANDLE-MAKERS, Flat Seven."'

Pinned beneath the sign is a small, poorly written note, which reads: "Knock loudly after noon, don't bother before unless V. SERIOUS, V. HIGH PAY. If Theodore (human) answers, ask for Greg. If I (dwarf) answers, be prepared to pay fifty percent up front for services rendered. If nobody answers, sod off. Signed, Greg.'

>>39278796
>>39278378
I'm getting the feeling that there's a market for some sort of magical industrial estate...

>>39278965
This is Geoff, and he has just discovered why he needs to refill the cooling tanks on the capital ships void shields before it begins warp travel.

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>>39278519
Young Stymphalian birds are miniscule in comparison to their vulture-sized parents, and relatively docile. They are drawn to metal, especially chainmail, as it reminds them of the nests of tangled wire their parents build for them. Hanging off the armour of soldiers, their razor sharp feathers provide a curious addition to the weapons at a warrior's disposal

>>39278943
The Arcanatect

The bookshelves of wizards, demonologists and summoners the world over are filled to bursting with countless tomes, scrolls, parchments, and tablets claiming to contain the first words of magic, the true names of demons, the passwords of forbidden ways, the lies in the hearts of men, and a thousand other esoteric secrets besides. All of these works are but scraps, copies of copies and incomplete reflections of the Arcanatect, the Original book of Ultimate knowledge. Written by Ur in the airless void of the heavens before the whisps of dust drifted into being, it contains every possible piece of information that exists and ever will exist. However, it is entirely indecipherable in its present state, things like grammar, letters or the concept of linear thought not existing at the time of its writing, and over it's lifetime it has been believed to be a coded map, insane scribblings, and a piece of uninspired, if visually interesting modern art. Presently, it is on the bookshelf of a second hand book store in Bristol, wedged between a Mazda6 owners guide and a dog-eared copy of 'The Fifth Elephant'.

>>39278943
Looking directly at a page marked up like this, trying to read it, like- no, it's not going to drive you insane, kid, that's ridiculous. What it will do is give you a real heady dose of nausea until you look away and one of those low, throbbing headaches what sits behind your eyes for a good hour afterwards. And the effect just gets worse the more times you're dumb enough to look at it, so you gotta wonder how anybody took these notes down in the first place, let alone what exactly they were trying to transcribe.

>>39279116
But paper and ink existed at the time?

>>39279164
calm down mr autist

>>39279175
Just saying, man.

>>39279164
The form of the book changes depending on the observes expectations. A scribe in ancient times would see a scroll, we see a book, a man in the future would see a hologram projector.

Use your imagination....

>>39279195
Okay that works.

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>>39279043
>The Commodore's Hand
We've all heard of games which supposedly have strange effects on whomever plays them, like the arcade game "Polybius" for example. However only one game in particular actually does something. Created for the Commodore 64, this nameless game starts out innocently enough, but play it long enough, you begin to see strange things, hear strange things. Some say that eventually, the game tries to physically pull you inside...

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>>39279043
In the early days of mindjacking into the Internet, it was terribly strenuous to do so as the sensory feedback was chaotic, at best. For most, accessing the Internet sounded and felt like the user was wading through static. But soon enough, programmers and engineers were able to make the Internet at least a little more palatable and a lot less traumatic to mindjack into.

Of course, this proved to be a whole new vector for cybercriminals to lure the unwitting into their traps. One early entry into the new field of "sensory cybercrime" was a seemingly innocent cursor skin that a user would send to select their information. Little did these users know that the Glove app was actually a way for the criminals to let the users do all their dirty work in retrieving all the data they wanted, and for the users to take the blame.

>>39279043
First known recording relating to subject, archived March 9th, 1988:

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do with it? The second it makes its way into a folder it completely locks itself, I had to use a program to set every damn password it could just to open it again. I mean yeah, it didn't take too long, the password turned out to be just four numbers. Hell, the code was even on the picture itself... I mean, it WAS on the picture earlier.
Okay, I found it a week ago, thought it would make a neat album cover if you messed with the contrast a little. When I opened it in paint or whatever it sorta' froze for a minute and the hand was inverted. Not the picture itself, all that weird distortion looked exactly the same, just the hand part. After that the folder was locked and I needed a code by calling some address, like they seriously thought I was gonna buy the damn thing.
Look, you're pretty good with computers and rams or whatever, just tell me how it get rid of it. The computer keeps crashing when I try to delete it, and moving it to those memory stick things does the same damn thing.
...You'll archive it? The hell does that mean? Just tell me how to get rid of it, every time I start up this old piece of shit there's a copy of it in another folder, and then that one gets locked too.
The number? There aren't any numbers on it anymore, I ju- Wait, hold it, there's some right now. Uh... There's a 3, a 9 and two 8s. How the hell is that supposed to help?
...Hello? You still there? This piece of shit broadband..."

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>>39279304
The ancient Chromen race desired one thing above all else: a catalogue of all things. Efficiency, knowledge, and punctuality were the traits that they considered holy, and their greatest sins were ignorance and laziness.

To this end, they constructed a vast underground set of machines, meant to record and keep track of everything that happened on the surface, logging all events and the time that they happened at. At the centre of this great machine was a statue of their god, Tockus.

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>>39279544
Welp. Looks like the Large Hadron Collider really DID tear a hole through all time and space. So, who's up for the road trip of their lives?

>>39277486
>Patricia, guest of dukes
Living in the zenith of a lost age, this aristocratic socialite gained the affection of a prodigious scholar, one on the cusp of achieving great fortune and status for his work. His work was aimed at preserving the state of artifacts for museum display, but her faulty grasp on his intent of looking into the past led her to recklessly configure the device in an attempt to send herself backwards in time.

Once in a state of unbeknownst slowness, no one dared try reverse the mess of a spell she kludged together for fear of liability. She was a mere novelty by the time her civilization crumbled around her. Wakened by an aspiring cleric mistaking her state as an unholy curse, she thought her plan to defy causality a success even as knights took her gagged to court. The local authorities baffled so, they chose to defer her to the capital.

As she gave more accounts of her own time, some at the court found her tales reminiscent of those of raiding an old fort long lost to avalanche. Further evidence from sites in the area soon proved what befell her, and accusations of her madness were withdrawn. It was still found, however, that she had but weak politeness in the presence of royalty, accostumed instead to a a dabauched mercantile elite.

Forgiven as a woman of a barbarous land, she was nontheless sent away from the King's presence. With little but a quick tongue and vast but often limited knowledge of the techniques used by her long dead peers, she quickly gained favor with the children of lesser nobles who beared to take her in. Even today students look to her for advice on how to pass notes invisibly through air as a diversion from their studies.

I should probably work more on my brevity.

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>>39279650

>Dillan, The Retro Kid

Something of a name in the runner's circle. He's pratically a celebrity if it weren't for the fact he's also a hardened Criminal as well. Never afraid to be flamboyant and flaunt in front of the authorities, he's ramped up his efforts as of late. Rather than violence and mayham he's turned to being a nuisence while also cashing in whenever the chance affords.

Some believe he's trying to prove a point but few know that He's actually dying and wants to show the world how they couldn't hold him

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>>39279650
Rather than traditional stitching, the citizens of Funkolax VII traditionally repair damaged clothing by putting a zipper on the torn seam.

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>>39280447
Jessica knew the rumors about the statues in the crazy enchanters garden, yet she was a rebellious child, and felt the need to challenge the validity of these tales.

>>39280420
Elor, the mad wizard, famously jumped to his death from the top of his tower. When authorities investigated the floor he jumped from, they found volumes of notes on astral projection and this strange painting, still wet on the canvas. It seemed as though Elor had finished it immediately before running through the window...

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>>39280420
>Luxogon, Warlord of the Void
In the grand history of the world, the People have grown out of nothingness. They have survived, tamed, and ultimately left their world. They left their world to explore the vastness of the worlds outside of their own. They made great discoveries. They waged terrible wars. They forged eternal friendships. And in all, the People have become one with the galaxy they journeyed.

What the People learned at the end of their journey was truly crushing. The galaxy is a weapon of war, cultivated throughout the epochs merely to be used and discarded.

That is when they witnessed the impossibly large hands carefully cradling the galaxy, and the smoldering eyes of the Warlord himself gauging its readiness for combat. The People vowed never to let their history, and the histories of those they crossed along the way be formed in vain. They would set out to rally the many folk of the galaxy to stand up to this terrible tyrant with the heart of a black hole.

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>>39280541
No, Filge, they're not cute. We didn't hire you on as our alchemist to create... whatever the fuck those are supposed to be.
Moths? No moth is that fluffy.

>>39280821
>Fumbled Detect Trap

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>>39280821
Good sir, we're here to correct a misunderstanding. When you were at the Post Office yesterday, we believe you picked up a package meant for us.

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>>39280760
Aspect of Zulthon the Omniscient

Can see all around it, not just physically, but immaterially, spiritually, emotionally, even into the past and future. Its sight is true and its vision can't be impaired or tricked.
Acts as a direct link to the deity, Zulthon, and what it sees, he sees. Communicates psychically.

(and each eye can fire a different sort of beam of energy kinda like a beholder.

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>>39280760
>Overwatch
Though it is a small creature, this mass of eyeballs is a dangerous one. Most wizards fortunately only use them as sentries in their towers, connecting their minds with it to see what it sees. But in the wild, the powerful brains beneath the eyes has been noted to exhibit some of the most terrifying psionic powers witnessed by scholars and laymen alike.

Fortunately, it can only see physical things. A simple invisibility spell can thwart its notice.

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>>39280760
"Wizards call this thing an Oculobe. It's a bunch of eyeballs that shoot rays of fire and it's creepy as shit. If you see it, kill it, and try to stay behind some cover or you're gonna get some holes burned through you."

-Excerpt from the Ranger's Guide to Hunting Abberations Because Fuck That Shit

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>>39280878
>The Bound Emperor, Enemy of Luxogon and Savior of the People
Only upon witnessing the existence of the Warlord did the People come to learn about others like it in the universe. Most importantly, they learned of the Emperor, the being in which the Warlord crafted its weapon against, the galaxy of which the People hailed.

Not much is actually known of the Emperor, but it would make sense that the enemy of the People's enemy could be a friend...

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>>39280913
Elisa Cerman, last scion of the disgraced Cerman trade empire, who lost her eye during a slave rebellion and now wears a golden facsimile in its place; its cold, unerring gaze almost a match for the hardness of her soul.

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>>39281097
"You must be from out of town. Yes, I am the librarian. And no, you may not check out more than three books at a time."

>>39280908
The inventor Tao Yen got inspired after an engineering accident claimed both of his legs. Not just inspired to give himself deinonychus-inspired prosthetics, but to get back in shape and maybe stop a few crimes...

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>>39281097
The librarian at the gates of dawn is a jealous guardian, and has been known to kill and eat those who do not return library materials on time. All the same, the library she defends houses the cosmos' largest collection of magical literature.

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>>39281171
Nrk is from a disgraced line of Fuzzy Goblin royalty. He spends his time in the fringes of society, training badgers and other adorable yet ferocious beasts in hopes of leading a charge back into his homeland someday.

>>39281152
Valon'Si-Duul, The desolate land.
Where titans and grand ascended gods fought over the power of the stars, and where the unending ambition of a mad king turned the greatests city, to ever grace the earth, into sand and dust.
The valley is littered with the lifeless shades of those who came before, telling which have always been stone and dust, and which were once among the living gods is nearly impossible.
Even now pilgrims seek out this haunted place, drawn by ambition, greed or the promise of miracles.

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>>39281171
"The Blue gremlin is an interesting subrace of the Gremlin family, a small, bipedal goblinoid kind. They usually congregate in moderate temperatures, an are covered by large, coarse black hair. Omnivores, they mate roughly once a year and produce one cub for every pregnancy, roughly. Lately, with the spreading of civillization, they have jumpstarted their own technological advancement, and society has slowly started accepting them as cunning, albeit still beasts."
>Dr. Verne Crockett

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>>39279218
>Firestarter
A sentient weapon passed down over hundreds of years through a swath of unknown people. Sure, many know of its propensity to burn things, but what most do not know is how it selects its wielders.

More appropriately, its pawns.

The people who come to hold Firestarter are first those with very few aspirations. Easy minds, malleable to its suggestions and its bids for control. Why else would its pawns bear the characteristic red eyes?

>>39281265
Even after his untimely demise, the good doctor's desire to serve the public could not be annihilated, and his drive to help those who could not help themselves caused his soul to re-enter his body and reanimate the parts that remained undecayed. Now, with the nations of Valria and Kyriel waging war, he travels from battle field to battle field, using his necomantic powers to raise fallen soldiers so that they might live again. Rumor has it that he plans to use his loyal undead followers to bring peace to this war-torn world...

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>>39281391
Forgot my pic

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>>39277890
Oh, that thing? I found it back in '97 while I was doing anthropological work in Indonesia. Some associates and I were island hopping chasing a lead about the Java Men, some of the earliest inhabitants of the region.

We found this thing instead inside a small temple on one of the unnamed islands in Maluku. carbon dating on some of the stones there placed it back billions of years, long before the Java Men, or anybody else for that matter, were ever known to have existed. Take a closer look at it. See how clean it is? That's exactly how it looked when we found it in the temple. The stones in the ceiling were crumbling, the whole place was exposed to the elements for God knows how long but here this thing was sitting on an altar in the middle of the room without a speck of dust on it, immaculate as the day is was made.

I took it back to my apartment in Bali to examine it. It felt heavy, like there was something inside of it, but there didn't seem to be any way to open the thing up to find out. I spent hours trying but I was so tired from the day's travel I ended up falling asleep at my desk.

I woke up in the middle of the night to a quiet humming. The thing was open and inside of it was this swirling blue-white orb that seemed to be emitting a pale light. The room was freezing, almost like the orb was sucking the warmth out of the air. I reached out to touch it, my hands getting colder as they neared the orb but the thing snapped shut before I could touch it. Probably for the best, I didn't notice until the sun came up that the tips of my fingers were black from frostbite.

I'll spare you the details on how I smuggled the thing back to the States but what I will tell you is that it hasn't opened again since that night in Bali. I can't say I have a problem with that.

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>>39281253
"Why don't you speak, Mr. Blackarmor?"

The girl is ever innocent. And though "Mr. Blackarmor" is far from my true name, it has grown on me in our journeys. For the scion of the fallen empire, she has taken things rather well thus far. But unfortunately, I will have to expose her to the truth soon enough. She will learn of the atrocities I was unable to prevent. She will learn of her place on the throne. She will bear an unimaginable weight on her shoulders.

I will savor her happiness for now, as I may not ever witness it upon passing that threshold.

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>>39281444
The atrous are psionicychic constructs formed from coalesced anxieties.
It is vitally important to keep your mind firmly in the present. If you wander into the vast unknown of the future you will find looming dread and uncertainty, and if you can not properly control your psionic talents that worry will surely manifest itself in the present in the form of atrous monstrosities.

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>>39281429
The Priests of the wailing order were very zealous, at the peak of physical fitness, and with a sharp mind.

Sadly, the royal Church did not agree to their practises of chanting demonic hymns to empower themselves. The king, in a drunken fit of rage, vowed to never hear their hymn, and never to see their face again.

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>>39281599
Suffering and cutting the body with knives or chains (matam) was banned by the Shi'a marja Ali Khamenei, Supreme Leader of Iran and by Hezbollah in Lebanon. Other marjas like Mohammad al-Husayni al-Shirazi promote hemic flagellation rituals as a way of preserving the revolution of Imam al-Husayn.

On Ashura, some Shi'a observe mourning with blood donation which is called "Qame Zani" and flailing.[42]

Certain traditional flagellation rituals such as Talwar zani (talwar ka matam or sometimes tatbir) use a sword. Other rituals such as zanjeer zani or zanjeer matam involve the use of a zanjeer (a chain with blades).[43]

These religious customs show solidarity with Husayn and his family. Through them, people mourn Husayn's death and regret the fact that they were not present at the battle to fight and save Husayn and his family.

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>>39281424
Racial prejudices began to flare up almost immediately upon the discovery of the first sentient mutant creatures. Decades of scrapping amongst the ruins while being hunted by radiation twisted creatures had left a bad taste in the collective human mouth for anything non-Homo-Sapien.

Despite what a scavver or a settler might tell you most Insectoids are just as intelligent as a Dog-man or Ape-man. In fact, they've been forcefully evolved to be arguably more intelligent due to their frequent targeting by human groups. Where other Sapients have barely entered the classical age in terms of metal working and scavenging, the Insectoids have breached the medieval period and are coming up rather quickly on their own renaissance.

>>39281424
The mountain rumbles
The great Tanegashima
Swings his warhammer

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>>39281678
You have broken down our walls.
You have pillaged our wealth.
You have slaughtered our men.
You have claimed our women.
You have made our children watch.

And now, you shall gaze into our wrath!

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>>39281527
The Lady Vekna of the newly formed Azure house was simultaneously a enormous success story, as well as a horrifying portent.

Her meteoric rise through the ranks of a Great House from literal serfdom gave the population hope, hope that placated them not rebel, while also showing the House-men that "lower folk" could be properly socialized for their circles.

Despite this those in the know were deeply disconcerted by her prominence in the media. It was something of an open secret that she had bound a demon to herself to achieve her almost savant like powers. They worry that if it ever got out they would quickly be crushed under a tidal wave of lower class applicants who have infused their souls with volatile demons.

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>>39281678
The stature looked mysterious. Its eyes stared right me. I looked behind me, and noticed two marble feet sculpted from the ground. Must've been that... I felt forced to look back at the sculpted godess. She looked fornlorn, her clear white skin defiled by wind and weather to be cracked and grey. I catiously took a step forwards, walking towards her as I looked at her eyes. She looked so.. Real. She had that glint a few inquisitive Humans got. Then, they suddenly started burning. I didn't jump back, I just twitched nervously, watching the purplish red flames dance in her manmade irises. Completely enamored, I did nothing but stare as the flame spread to the white of her marble eyes, and then started smoking the same magic substance, it following the wind.
Before my very eyes, the golem awoke, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

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>>39281627
"What the fuck?"
"Ignore it. That's just the Psion playing with his food again."

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>>39281889
I wasn't sure if he was just a fanatic, or schizophrenic, or if someone had convinced him that the war was still going on. I had no guilt about shooting him, mind you. Guilt has no place when one is dealing with their ilk. As Jones started directing the others, aiding in the dismantling process of the bunker, I knelt over his prone form, and plucked the medal from his chest. One bit of what seemed to be genuine frippery amid the cheap reproductions. I snorted, throwing it into the dustbin, amid the leavings from several dozen emptied-out ashtrays. Some things were best off forgotten.

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>>39281750
Faerie ruins are a feature of the landscape that everyone has long since gotten used to. They apparently grow out of the ground like mushrooms in isolated areas, pre-ruined; they don't decay as long as they're periodically observed, but with no company but beasts they collapse back into loose earth within a couple of decades.
Some have been patched up and inhabited, by people taking advantage of the ready-made structures; the ruins have no objection to this, and such communities tend to be quietly prosperous. These villages tend to turn insular and weird after a couple of generations, although not offensively so.
Attempting to destroy a set of faerie ruins before it wants to be destroyed is not good for your health.

>>39281871
During the Scourge many Kaers were breached but one Horror alone was responsible for many fallen strongholds. Known Ago'hai to the trolls, or Stone Face in the common tongue, this horror corrupts the earth itself and burrows its way through stone and rock. If it finds in the smallest weakness in a kaer's wards is slips in and slowly takes over the very stone of the place. Once it has control it begins to feed on the claustrophobia of the people living underground, eventually driving them to madness and when the maddened victims try to unseal their kaer they discover Ago'hai has collapsed the entrance twisting the stones into its horrible visage. The last thing the people of the doomed kaer hear is the laughter of Ago'hai as their light quartz starts to fail one by one.

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>>39282085
"Okay, seriously, I'm just trying to make a hoard here, and a little birdie told me that you have a seriously hot little trinket that would just be right at home with me..."

"No, no, no, I don't want to hurt you. I just want a little treasure to take back with me."

"No, seriously, we can trade something other than blows."

"Please."

>>39281265
"Blood and mud"

That's what john use to say before he went missing.

It was a cold, dank night. We were being shelled extra hard and i was in an exposed position. Its a wonder I survived but john, well, I never saw him again.

Maybe he didn't die that night. Maybe, but probably not.

Here we all lie in a heap, in the greatest misery imaginable. The men here, half dead with hunger and neglect, don't have the energy to complain anymore. Some just cry in silence, like women. Others have gone nearly mad and no longer respond to my orders.

This war is the house of the great god pain. Its here that he devises his tortures for young, unsuspecting men.

Every soldier sees himself as a condemned man.

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>>39282046
Our envoy contracts us to keep the peace so to speak. Maintaining balance in the world. He keeps us up to date on the occult state of affairs and directs us where we need to go. I've only had inklings of who or what he is, but I think he's much more powerful than he lets on. From what I've been able to discern he's been doing this for millenia, pointing heroes in the right direction. He's been called the Whispering One, the Black King, the Voids Emissary, and very rarely Nyarlathotep.

I just call him Inky.

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>>39282138
Vapid bitches

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>>39280968

Scrap Wastes Sawruder Magus.

The Sawriders have long lived in the Scrap wastes, as the piles upon piles of discarded devices, metal pieces and other assorted knicknacks give plenty of material for an aspiring tinkerer.

This particular image depicts the Sawrider's Magus, quite possibly en route to gather rare ingredients for yet another spell. While Sawriders are generally benevolent, and prone to assist lost wanderers out of the Wastes, it is hazardous to challenge one, and even more hazardous to challenge a Sawrider Magus, due to their skill in both close combat, sawplay and odd, mechanism-based magic.

>>39281288
"Well detective Blair, t'is been a while..."
>"Has it? I kind of forgot... It's not like I've been tracking you and your gang of murderers for the past three years."
"3 years? That's one long term relationship if I ever heard one..."
>"Cut the crap Vlitra, this time you're going to jail and for a long time."
"How nostalgic, you said the exact same thing last time..."
>"There's no one to bust you out of this one, Vlitra, none of your accomplice escaped, we've got the top in anti-cyborg countermeasures ready just for you... You're going nowhere tonight... And tomorrow, this city will count one less blood thristy monster roaming its streets."
"Really? Me? A monster? Hmm... That stings... We had so much fun when we were but recruits..."
>"Yeah... But you had to fuck it up and become a mercenary..."
"Say about that monster stuff... Would you believe me if I told you that there is way worse just waiting for me and my gang to disappear before rearing their ungly noses?"
>"... Yeah... I know..."
"Then, open these cuffs and let us take care of that."
>"Vlitra. A gang war is the last thing I need in the sector. I'm not letting you do as you-"

*detonation sound in the distance*

>"What the -?"
"Just a detail, detective, I never said we were up against a gang..."
>"HQ, this is Blair, what's happening outside? ... What? Mantis? How? These assholes were purged 3 years ago! Alrigth I'm on my way!"
"So, about that partnership..."
>"You knew..."
"There ain't anyone better than me when it comes to blasting Mantis... The cuffs, detective?"

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>>39282507
The Doxian Murder Face is one of our planet's more docile inhabitants.

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>>39282078
Its true origin is entirely unknown, but it has become one of the last places of worship in the world. It is said every true god that ever existed becomes an eye to watch over the broken land. Occasionally, an eye will weep a red vine, allowing one--only one--to climb and ask the gods a single question, should they be lucid enough to hear.

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>>39282762
The volstrom Arbalest-boat is one of the finest ships in our navy. It serves its purpose as a hunter-killer vessel without complaint. And easily sports enough firepower to threaten other juggernaut-class vessels with its many broadside based munitions.

>>39281918
The Stainglass Things are one of the safer phyles of outsider; while their presence warps inanimate objects, living things are fairly safe, and the prices of their cooperation are strange but rarely malicious. The hardest part of dealing with them is attracting their attention in the first place; the inverse of many other phyles, who are easy to summon but hard to restrain.

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>>39283224
"So you just... found it like this?"
"Yes, sir. As far as the engineers can tell, it's fully complete, but was never activated."
"That's strange. Are they sure there's nothing wrong with it?"
"Well, sir, we just don't know. We didn't expect to penetrate Professor Doom's inner sanctum so easily. The scale of what we've managed to capture intact is... staggering. We've barely finished mapping the place. Just cataloguing everything will take another week, making sure we've caught all the traps another month. We'll probably still be finding things down here for a year. Now, we have a schedule to keep, so if you'll follow me, sir..."
"Did you hear something?"
"I'm sorry, sir?"
"I thought I heard a sort of thunking sound. Like a giant latch closing."
"We get weird noises down here constantly. It's probably nothing to worry about."

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>>39283378
The mists conceal many wonders and many dangers. When the wind blows just right you can see the tops of the ancient's buildings. It is said great treasures await those who dare the beasts of the mists, but I know of no man that has returned.

>>39279293
The Bong Gremlin hits unattended bongs until all the weed is burnt up, much to the fury of their owners.

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>>39283491
Luis gasped as he ordered his men to catch up with the island. Looking at the map, in his hand, he memorized the location for where it should be. Man, when he got back to Portugal, he'd be a rich man! A moving Island-Ship! He ordered his men to dock on the isle, and they oobeyed, as overcome with greed as he himself was. The ship made a very bad sound, but did move with the isle even when the sails were down. So, they were docked! Luis stepped on the lush ground, and kissed it. Home sweet home! Damn, he'd build a castle on the spot too!

>>39278965
There are many things that a apprentice in the art of fleshcrafting should remember but perhaps the most important is to never connect a living mind to a dead one. The ancient sage Spenta Mainoy learnt this the hard way.

>>39283946
The ancient artefact dubbed the Brazen Horse was forged by the legendary dwarven kings of old in a desperate attempt to stop the relentless advance of the goblin hordes. The horse is suspected to emit bewitching noises, enchanted with the combined effect of a siren's song and a dancing curse - no one who has heard it's song retained the sanity to write his tale. Nonetheless, ever since the goblins stumbled upon its mighty form in an abandoned mountain village, their armies have been locked down in an everlasting rave, the trance-enducing sickness of which unmatched by any other the Worlds have ever witnessed before.

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>>39284295
Mr. Shlomo Shekelbergstein rubbed his hands together.
>Shalom, goy-- guy. Care to browse some of my shoah memorabilia?

>>39283946

>The red mist plague

Of the many horrid diseases that spread from the rotwood swamps, the red mist plague has caused more death and chaos than any other. The plague spreads in the mist-clouds of the swamps, infecting all that breathe it. It then manifests first as hallucinations and errant thougts of violence and then as a red haze in the victims eyes as he attacks anyone and anything with the rage of demon often only stopping when killed or dying when his heart literally bursts inside his chest.

The plague infects any living being capable of sentient thought and only one being has ever survived the plague. The survivor a goblin shaman from a tribe in rotwood was found unconscious in burnt village. When he awoke he immediatly began raving about the "Dred Shroom" and then tore out his own windpipe as if something was stopping him from breathing.

It is still unknown what if anything created the plague but it has been dicovered that before the first recorded instance of the plague, that being the the thirteen madmen that single handedly destroid the down of whitelake some fifty years ago, there was a small religious group dedicated to the god of joy and feast: Salanneh.

>>39284718

Dutiful servants, the priests of the Minosian god of war take the skulls of those fallen in battle and craft them into macabre weaponry so that the dead can still continue serving their god.

The most pious of priests are granted the gift of becoming the living image of their god, leaving their human nature and weakness behind.

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>>39281627
The presence of a newly spawned Vexitrides is marked by displays like this one. A fresh Vexitrides is still uncertain of its own manipulatory powers, and will seek to test and improve them with increasingly elaborate acts. A Vexitrides testing its powers is benign, and will leave everything as it found it, but is still cause for concern; once it feels confident enough in its abilities, it will embark on its true mission. The apparent disappearance of a Vexitrides is a sign that somewhere, all hell is about to break loose.

>>39285459
The Earl of Olgad was well known to be very protective of his keep and the treasures within. His paranoia saw all the guards he hired sacked, as the Earl believed they were either too incompotent to protect his keep from thieves (not that any ever arrived) or were themselves planning to steal from him.

In the end, the only one who the Earl trusted to protect the citadel was himself. This ultimately lead to the deal he struck with a mysterious sorcerer of great power.

The Earl now wanders his former lands, quite content that his keep is finally in a safe place.

>>39286768
Svegnar the Bold leads his mean on a desperate quest to destroy the unknown source of a pestilence that has plagued their domain for twenty years.

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You know this thread is running on empty. No-one is posting pics.

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>>39287704
Well then, let me drop a few in here.

>>39287725
The druids in Alabama have no issue with their order's ban on metal armor.

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That should be enough to get y'all going.

>everyone posting pics
>nobody replying

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>>39287704
For all the tales of Skas, the Bear's Claw that circulate throughout the realm, of the stories of his ferocity and of his superhuman exploits, nothing is as fearsome as the glare he gives you. Yes, he is quite adept in battle. Yes, he is a brutal killer. But one look from him and you're sent running. The barbarian CAN make peace after all...

>>39287833
>Everyone posting stories
>Nobody posting a new pic with story

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>>39287833
Everyone is posting pics because we ran out of them.

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>>39283506
the orange furry leprachauns of sigma alfa prime epsilon only way of reproduction is coitus with boxes, here we see an adult male in his courting ritual, pulling hair off himself and strewing it around him while holding down the box for the inevitable raep

>>39287897

Marcus Scannial's painting of humans after been awake for more than 3 weeks.

>>39288169

Austrian Mooseguard where used as cavalry in the early skirmishes against the Wesser in 1921, the mounts easily capable of smelling when and where the mutants where.

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Oh sorry forgot to post a pic, here you go.

>>39284295
Dwarves pride themselves on their beards and gold

>>39288663
Calling himself the Shaman of Carrion this unknown man has plagued the city for weeks now with abductions and grisly murders. Each victim discovered with a live crow lodged in their throats that squawk and scream a dread prophecy in an ancient Native America language

>>39288663
Some psionics found in the Confederacy possess a different form of telepathy. They are able to communicate with animals to an alarmingly efficient rate, at times with almost zero loss of meaning between man and animal. Some of these "animagi" are capable of meeting whims with creatures from any world, while others are restricted to a specific kind of creature. While most psionics are of extremely varying power levels, this kind of telepathic communication is found in GRADE CHARLIE or better.

A particular GRADE CHARLIE psionic plagued a city-colony for years, manipualting the planet's equivalent to crows to serve his own ends. Known as "The Crow," it was rumored he was able to transfer his consciousness between groups and remotely direct their intentions from several miles away. Some called him a vigilante, while the ECMF and Black Scribes both agreed that his actions were endangering to the common man.

After an incident where he used his powers to down an ECMF gunship chasing bank robbers and cause numerous fatalities as it careened into a habspire, "The Crow" was classified as a threat to the population of the colony. The Black Scribes quietly took it upon themselves to see this threat eliminated. In forty-eight hours, the mysterious "Crow" was found with a gaping hole in his chest, and thousands of dead crows surrounding his corpse. Autopsy results showed his psi-node, the organ responsible for his powers, had overloaded and caused irreparable damage to his brain. The wound in his chest (or his lack of chest due to wound) was caused by an anti-materiel rifle.

The Black Scribes neither claim nor deny any involvement. An animagi classified as a threat by the Black Scribes lives an extremely short life, so most animagi live quiet lives on backwater agricultural colonies, aiding animal husbandry.

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>>39288978
forgot my contribution to the thread because i'm a shit

here you go, anon under me

>>39277228
>Mfw I read it as "The anon below must create a short tidbit of bestiality or lore for said creature/pedrson."

>>39289380
the white gentleman is a merchant of sorts. he will procure you any item that your soul desires and will only charge you a penny. as you pass the penny over to this mystical stranger thinking you've struck the deal of a lifetime you don't notice that the face on the penny is a creaming effigy of your own.

>>39288417
The Redaragr are a race of highly dangerous individuals. They live in the undergrounds of a a priori sterile world, hence why they were left undiscovered for centuries by the rest of the galaxy.
Behind their calm appearance, they are fiercy warriors by nature. They fight using their Kardifr, staves that have the ability to shoot highly concentred energy blast. Their warriors vow to sacrifice their life to protect their people, and have to go through a ritual that make them fuse with their armor, made from a unique metal only found on the deepest mines of their planet.
Since they acquired the technology for space travel, they are often hired as mercenaries, though they never showed any will for conquest.

>>39290593
it's just a fucking rak'gol

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>>39288628
A horror from the outer realms, its body is composed of intangible shadow and it's face is said to glimpse into the madness of the far lands. It dons the mask of a demon not to protect its opponents, but because it would be too easy for them to glimpse at the shadow-things face and suffer defeat

>>39289001
Scientists new that the common octopus was smart, but they never suspected they'd be this smart.

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>>39292490
Hi everyone.
Melonthony Lemontano here, the internet's busiest music nerd, and it's time for a review, of the new Plants in Pants album, Plants in Pants.
After dropping his critically-acclaimed 2010 mix tape "Mean n Green", Houston-based cactus rapper Prickly Mayne was joined by his long-time friend and producer Lil Rosebud, as well as Leafface, another big name in the underground botanic rap scene of Houston.
This is their first LP and so far they're off to a very promising start; this album really breathes new life into the botanic rap genre, with some really hard-hitting tracks such as "Sow and Reap", which features this jangly, funky clarinet lead combined with some heavy, crushing trap-influenced beats, and this unique combination of acoustic woods with modern, tightly-produced beats is something you'll find a lot on this LP. For instance the track "roots" has this really odd blend of pounding industrial drums and oboe leads that create a very strong effect.
There are also some politically-engaged tracks such as "Veggies are Violence" and "Thorn in ur side" that are full of really sharp commentaries about the treatment of vegetables in our society, which is something very few rappers out there have tackled. There's a lot of very clever lines in there such as "rollin leather smokin skinflakes and getting high on your cold sweat" that aren't what you'd expect from them.
However I don't really feel that the tracks here really play together really well, not that they're very jarring, but they end up seeming a little redundant. I also think that they could use some more daring instrumentals and maybe some features to add some momentum to what is otherwise a very consistent but even album.
I'm feeling a strong 7, to a light 8, on this thing, tran-
-SITION if you've given this album a listen, what did you think of it? Did you love it? Hate it? Why? What do you think I should review next? and, that's it. Melonthony Lemontano. Plants in Pants. Forever.

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>>39292944
>The Assimilator
Originally this device was a state of the art ship based medical system, designed not only to heal people but to bring them to their optimal state.
One day the ship that held the medical system got stuck in a strange electrical storm. The systems main computer got overloaded and it's protocols were corrupted. The system now hunts down humans, taking their most optimal parts and incorporating it in it's design.

>>39293367
really? that's the best you could come up with?

>>39293522
Let this lurker try his own interpretation then
>>39292944
>The Bot Scrapyard
Once, upon years back, this first batch of androids could be seen on every corner of the main cities. Caretakers, gardeners, bodyguards, all of them had a purpose for their owners.
But it was rather short lived, since, in every following batch, every little tidbit of their models was being upgraded, from body resilience to AI, even their overall price fell if you were to trade in your old ones.
The company which gathered these androids decided to dump them on a bleak wasteland and order their deactivation and scrap some for parts.
And there they lie, standing still, waiting, rusting, awaiting for someone to give them a new purpose.
rate pl0x

>>39294116
They say, hundreds of years ago, a sapling was planted in front of the Courthouse specifically for hangings. After every hanging, they'd bury the body near the tree as a reminder. If the city ever had filled the trees roots with bodies and blood, they'd know their bloody past by the flourishing of the tree.

Its been centuries since she was planted, and decades since last the tree had a meal. But now more seem to be coming. Laws are broken all the time. and the hangman's tree, she'll welcome 'em all into her waiting roots. Its the least she could do, to such a kindly picked and hearty meal.

>>39294291
5/10, it's decently-written and could make for a good adventure hook, but you're disregarding the main point of interest of the picture: the robots all look like sword and sorcery heroines.

>filename threads
>this is how I threads
>wat do threads
>this thread
>half of the threads on this board

When did /tg/ stop about being traditional games, and start being about sharing funny pictures?

>>39278116
It begins every morning with a cup of coffee, and continues the day with afternoon tea.

>>39294372
I mistook those "garments" for underwear and only realized their "theme" and my mistake halfway through my post.
Thanks

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>>39294130
The mural is the last thing untouched in the ruins, almost as if the wind and rain themselves were afraid to touch it. The name of the god or demon or whatever depicted has been long since lost, but the glint of malicious intelligence in its eyes have not been dulled by time. Nearly everyone who's seen it has agreed- it's not just a mural, and it's just biding its time.

>>39294384
When we let the questfags take over.

>>39294518
and questfags are pretty much 99% /a/ crossboarders

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>>39294094
"At 9am yesterday, a pair of children in southern Wisconsin were able to take control of one of the feral robots roaming the area since the Contraction. The children had control of the robot for two hours before being stopped by local police. No people were harmed or property damaged, but that a pair of children were able to succeed where the Wisconsin provisional government has had so little progress in its attempts to clear the area of lingering rogues demonstrates just how 'provisional' it has become.
Now to Jeff, with the weather."
"Thanks, Cathy. The Weather Underground distributed meteorology project has successfully managed to re-establish contact with a cloud-seeding platform that has been drifting in the stratosphere for the past twenty years, so Colorado residents will be able to look forward to more stable rainfall patterns starting in about a month."

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>>39294487
Within the inner sanctums of the undead mobile fortress, deep in it's core lays the necrotic heart. An impressive piece of machinery devised by the fortress's head lich, the necrotic heart is seemingly a bag of decaying flesh hanging from a ceiling. However, under the thick layer of rotting skin hides hundreds of whirling mechanisms and spinning parts with the most vile dark magics coursing through it's system. Surely, the fortress would fall if the necrotic heart were to fall. That is, if anyone can reach it.

>>39289544
brutal.

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>>39294944
It's damn near impossible to grasp just how large the fortress is. New meat see it for the first time, they assume that it's floating, by magic or antigrav or unexplained bullshit. Hell, I've been here years and I still sometimes think that. But no. No, the fortress isn't floating over the planet. The planet is floating over it. Or orbiting around it, rather, tidally-locked to it so one side always faces the eye.
And it is an eye. And don't think that by going around to the other side of the planet you'll escape its gaze.

>>39294878
The HyCom pylons, near the town of Kerouac. They appeared back in the nineties, and they're effect or purpose has never really been clear. However, they are frequently serviced by HyCom employees, all of which are friendly, good looking, and highly educated in numerous fields. The employees gladly treat with the population of Kerouac, and are a common sight around town, but never stay for more than a few days, and always bring with them complex electronic measuring devices and analyzers, about which they are politely tight lipped.

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>>39293367
No two of the Cavity's war-machines were identical, 'designed' as they were by semi-randomized algorithms, but all were intended to be disconcerting and demoralizing to the mostly-human forces that opposed them. This policy had mixed results- sometimes the psychological effect of a horde of utterly disparate and universally terrifying machines were sufficient to make human regiments break and run. But for the most part, it simply complicated logistics and resulted in sub-par weapons. This particular machine, for example, while certainly hideous in appearance is nearly useless as an actual weapon of war; its tiny feet make it hard for it to maintain balance even while at rest, and its claws, while capable of shredding ballistic fabric like cardboard, do not compensate for the total lack of integrated ranged weaponry- or the total inability to manipulate other equipment. The Cavity switched over to more conventional design processes in the closing months of the outbreak, but by then it was simply too late.

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>>39295219
Forgot my image

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>>39292944
The Madaraki was a hospital ship; cutting-edge, top-of-the-line, specializing in all the medical weirdness a whole galaxy could throw up. Then it got hit by a variant of the Mindfrag Yellow computer virus, and the AI flushed its biological crew into space and vanished into the unknown. Since then, it's become a staple of spacer's tales: servitors constructed from clone tissue abducting people from backwater planets to perform bizarre experiments on them, then dropping them off, mad and mutilated, elsewhere.
Navy intel analysts know that there's more than just a grain of truth in the rumors. They also suspect that the Madaraki's actions aren't just the whims of a mad AI, but that it's being used by some local power as a deniable test-bed for illegal research into exotic combat augmentations. Some of the unfortunate subjects eventually reappear as monsters on backwater planets, but the Navy fears that the rest are being stockpiled in preparation for a lethal strike on some unknown target.

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>>39295664

An example of a chronic Hydroxin-B user, this highly addictive powder is utilized primarily by people vulnerable to escapism for its powerful and persistent hallucinatory effects. A side effect from immediate use include profuse nose bleeding, as pictured. Opalescent skin texture from an overproduction of facial oils is a sign of long-term usage as the body's hormones are thrown out of balance from consistent use. This user most likely took his dosage within the past 15 minutes, and has been using regularly for at least 3 years.

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>>39295449
The bleak tower, the remains of a sapling of a world tree, has never been held long by any one force. Instead, armies of varying darkness of spirit have fought over it constantly since the beginning of the last age. Currently about thirty distinct factions control sections of the tower, even wagering outside wars from these headquarters while battling for a place in the tower. Both the base and the summit are hotly contested by constant invasion, by forces of evil as various as death cults, dread hordes, sorcerous cabals, witch covens, necromantic cadres, demonic law firms, assassin and criminal academies, evil spy organizations, etc

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>>39295134
The one city in the land of nod, Opariea-Nix, presided over by the high secretariat of night's dreaming. In Nix, in the great harbor markets, all manner of things can be found, though noting will be familiar. Here,min the city ever-foreign all people are visitors, and out of the farthest realms of madness they are offered a taste, of alien goods and pleasures ton send reeking the mind and twisting the fate. Likewise our lands and things wreak madness and fantastic fortune on the strangers we might meet.

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>>39278982
Nicely done.

>>39295944
"GODDAMMIT JENKINS, I TOLD YOU NOT TO MESS WITH THE CROW'S GENE SEQUENCEING!"
"but I-"
"You know what we have now Jenkins?"
"No Sir I-"
"WE NOW HAVE ONE OF THE MOST INTELLIGENT SCAVENGERS ON EARTH WITH ENOUGH MUSCLE TO BE A GODDAMN SERIOUS THREAT!!"
"I'm sure they aren't that intelligent sir. see, doesn't have a clue what to do with my rifle."
"JENKINS, YOU GET THAT RIFLE BACK RIG-"
burst of gunfire followed by some shouting. shouting ceases after a few seconds.
"Shinee haf litesss"
"yesssss, pritty litesss"
"yoo get meats i get shineez"

--END OF TRANSMISSION--

"as you can see ladies and gentle men the Velociraptor Corvax has shown great tool manipulation as well as reasoning skills, I'd deem them ready for active duty, the council's thoughts?"

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>>39289380
Death.

Those that earn deaths favour are given a small, rusted coin. This simple token allows the owner to cheat death but once.

It is said that Death enjoys to watch upon the plights of mortals with macabre curiosity. He is fair and harsh but willing to bend the rules to the few mortals that can entertain him.