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Eridao Terminology by tomsketchit, literature

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Eridao Terminology

Plains Person: The subspecies of catlike bipeds living on the grasslands in the middle of the continent. Living in towns and villages, they consider themselves the most advanced of the races. They are also the only race to be able to use magic (to their knowledge at least.)Mountain Person: The subspecies of catlike bipeds living in the mountains in the north. Much larger and stronger than plains people, not much is known about them aside from the fact that they are mostly hunter gatherers. Many plains people view them as savages due to this lack of information.Jungle Person: The subspecies of catlike bipeds living in the jungles to the far...

COMM: Vudalle's Revenge PT2 by MercenaryBlade, literature

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COMM: Vudalle's Revenge PT2

Dawn’s fingers had just begun to light the world as Ridgway awoke in his den. The gryphon stood and arched his back much like a housecat would as he yawned. Ridgway stretched a bit more before he began to groom his feathers, running his beak along the wings. The fight with the cockatrice had left some noticeable patches missing, but nothing that wouldn’t grow back. When Ridgway was satisfied with his appearance, he tidied his nest up, moving chunks of straw and branches back into their tidy little places, and discarded whatever bits of bone remained from past meals. Finally satisfied Ridgway padded his way to the exit of his lair. Far down below the forests and grassy fields stretched on and on. With a leap the gryphon spread his wings and glided for the river for his morning wash. Landing by the river bank Ridgway checked his surroundings until he waded into the center of the river, the water was cold, but the sensation chased away the last vestiges of sleep as Ridgway dunked his

TW'sA, Ch. 8- The Last Goodbye by MapleSamurai, literature

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TW'sA, Ch. 8- The Last Goodbye

It was the morning of the eve of the Winter Solstice. The day had finally come. This was the day that Arthur Butcher would have to leave his home to become the servant of the Witch of the Woods, as his payment for her curing his sister Morgan of the White Plague that past autumn. The sun above the Butcher family’s farmhouse was slowly ascending to its midday position in the sky when Arthur was suddenly reminded of just what day it was in a way he could not ignore. Arthur had just brought the bags containing his meager belongings out of his room and to the front door before giving a long sigh and nervously ran his fingers through his whea...