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xD Says the mudder.
Yeah, I'm hoping to hit it up on IMAX with Linfini and Haven tomorrow. If not tomorrow then some other day. I'm exciiiited about it!
Heartwood. Supple musculature covers a lithe frame bearing long arms covered
from the elbow down with a thin pelt of brown fur. He carries his weight upon
rear-jointed bovine legs, the flesh beneath hidden by a pelt long and shaggy
enough to cover cloven feet; the broad sharp that compliment them similarly are
spackled with mud. Among a few features shared with the Heartwood fauns are the
pronounced ridge running throughout his nasal cavity (which only adds to the
gauntness of his face), the goat-like ears that sprout from the sides of his
head and the nut-brown skin boasting a hardened and inflexible look as though
carved from wood. Small glass objects, pieces of bone and other trophies have
been braided through moss-like hair a color stuck somewhere between green and
black. The green radiance that shines forth from the oaken ocular caverns where
his eyes should be finishes off this otherworldly picture and a defiant,
snarling bone mask hangs from his belt, the orange-inked glyphs still fresh. He
walks with the blessing of Haern. He walks with the blessing of Haern. He walks
with the blessing of Haern.
He is wearing:
a runed loincloth of rich, brown leather, tied securely about his hips
a crimson Morgun poppy, dried and greatly aged
a tri-coloured bracelet of braided leather, tied around the right wrist
a hooded cloak of grey fur, pulled taut under his bandolier straps
a kite shield, worn on the back
a practical money pouch, dangling from his belt
a slender longbow with tribal etchings, slung over a shoulder
a leather quiver with tribal ornaments, keeping the longbow company
a dark green, long sleeved shirt, tattered and stained from battle
a pair of cloth wrap gloves, supporting his wrists and knuckles
a polished black bandolier scabbard, across his back and around the waist
a lunar eclipse medallion, around the neck
a water gourd, slung over a shoulder
a blue crystal amulet, around the neck
a white crystal amulet, around the neck
a rojalli cub, curled up in his cloak's hood
Have you actually read the description of those things
"Smaller than its older cousins, this young rojalli cub is nearly four feet tall and eight feet long. "
I never knew how much I'd enjoy hearing those words. I never knew how much I'd need to hear them. How I'd feel after hearing them.
Then, earlier today, for the first time in my life...I heard them. And I swear to god, my life will never be the same again.
[spoiler]Elbow. Rocket. Engaged.
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(The Front Line): Daskalos says, "<-- artifacts."
"To be awkward or unkempt, to talk or move wrongly is to be a dangerous giant, a destroyer of worlds...any accurately improper move can poke through the thin sleeve of immediate reality." - Erving Goffman
Nerf you.