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You already know Ghur is dangerous – this is a Realm so violent that it’s actually eating itself! But if you’ve not been down into the Gnarlwood, you’ve not seen anything yet. Trees usually have a bark that’s worse than their bite, but gnarloaks will bark at you AND bite you. These gore-swollen shrubs can even uproot themselves to ensnare unwary travellers in talon-like branches.The Gnarlwood lies in western Thondia, the prime landmass of the Ghurish Heartlands. It’s a region known for its primordial landscapes, voracious predators, and suspiciously low rental prices.
Everything in the Gnarlwood hungers for flesh. Those who manage to escape the attentions of the gnarloaks find themselves assailed by less floral predators – from fist-sized bloodwasps and six-legged hunting cats to giant reptilian monstrosities that can swallow a rhinox whole. Only the very brave or the very foolish will dare enter this forest of horrors.
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Their Stories
"Hey young man. This is not the closest way to the Bulgewater County. You better choose the west road of the Wisteria Crossroad."
"Oh look at this thick skin. Everybody's waiting for their turn and now you want to get buried in such nice place far far away?
Hey, you better go to my grave plot. It's much closer and so beautifu..."
"I heard your goddamned hometown story for hundreds of times that my ossicles almost worn out, ma'am.
Why don't we just shut up for this painful journey? You can have some talks with the devils after burial."
"Your sister's pelvis was so huge that even three baby skulls could go through the hole."
"That bastard is talking shit again. I heard he was mental and still barking like a dog even after brain fluid dried out."
"My jaw! Where is my jaw! I can't eat without my jaw!"
"His jaw was gone sucking dragon dick."
"This rude boy is ignoring me again! I told you Bulgewater County is not this way..."
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They Talk Too Much
"I told you not to go this way."
"Hey lad. Your fighting stance is awkward as hell."
"Your mama's tit was so huge that her ribs were bent."
"He's so nice as always. Drop me off here."
"We're dead! We're all dead. All because of that stupid gravekeeper!"
"Where is my jaw?"
"When I was young, I found no monsters as ugly as this one."
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They Still Talk
"Amazing, lad! Transforming our remains into spirit form, what a magic!"
"If I didn't know you, i would have thought that you were trying to kill us all! I know this sort of sorcery, and they use this spell to destroy the undeads."
"Your mama's spine is so bent that you can use it in math class as protractor."
"Good to be together as always. It's hard to find nice lad like this fellow these days."
"Where is my jaw? I can't find my jaw!"
"Huh! You call this a magic! Back in my days..."
"Hey young man, do you even hear me?"
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Take Them Please
"Mortal. I ask you to yield one of those heads."
"I can't."
"You cherish life of the deads more than yours? How touching."
"No really. I can't."
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Put Your Hand on My Shoulder
"Knock it off you bloody dotard."
"Haha! We heard you talking back to our word! Today's a special day!"
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The Protectors
I hear dead people.
And they never fxxking shut up.
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Dead Men Tell A Lot of Tales
"That's a mighty fine necromancy, summoning the dead severed arm!"
"And he didn't raise us from dead with such skill."
"Where is my jaw."
"If we knew he could do that we would've never apologized him."
"I mean, it's pretty absurd to blame us for dragging monster's attention by our chatter. It's monster that cut off his arm, not us."
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Manga Style Necromancy
"Fight with me."
"Wait, we never agreed that."
"I will never forget you."
"I said we never agreed that."
"SOUL CRUSHER."
"You motherf-."
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"Your Move, Old Man."
"Look at that ruddy bastard grabbing old man's head."
"Where is my jaw."
"Back in my days, even rudest of all showed respect to the elders.
Kids these days ignore the aged men and their wisdom.
Back in my days, no one would've allowed this to happen.
The kings had to get off their horse to salute me on the road."
"When yer mom rolled on the pen with the pigs."
"Where is my fxxking jaw, you bloody ruffians."
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Necro-man
Even though the sword is broken dead, I can call its soul back.
Arm is the most basic type of shield.
My revived arm will be a shield.
This is my necromancy.
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Starved Pistol of Diliworth
Starved Pistol of Diliworth.
One of the haunted relics made by infamous weapon inventor Godin Elwiv of Eldrian two centuries ago.
The soul of people who were killed by him is stored inside.
Danger Rank High. Never touch.
P.S. My dear pupil who never ever read nor listen to my words.
I leave this postscript for I thought you would've ignore that warning.
At least don't fire this pistol twice.
The chance of it taking user's soul increases geometrically on the second fire.
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Hellblade
"Old man. Sword."
"Arfwgerraworf"
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You Must Fly
"Damn, I'm terribly sorry lady.
This is what my necromancy do.
Look at my arm. Revived in strange form of my true nature.
I guess your soul looks like a fish, swimming freely in the air.
At least you can fly instead of having normal leg oh what the hell am I talking about. I'm really...
Oh... Uh... I guess you like it.
Thank you."
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One is Gone
My masters, all six of them, told me not to talk to the deads.
The deads never come back to life. That's undeniable truth. The truth that people left behind want to deny so much.
The soul of the dead leaves this world over the curtain of our realm forever.
What we call ghost is just an embodiment of remaining thought, emotion, or memory of the deads.
That's why they cannot talk normally, always want though need nothing, and stick to something obstinately.
It is difficult to remove them peacefully unless you follow certain rules and process originated from the deceased.
The deads are not the ones you knew.
Now I can understand why they taught me that over and over again.
It is obvious how I'll react to the false hallucination of my masters when they pass away.
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"Fluttershy, that's your new pet bunny."
"Buh... Buh-nee?"
"Yes, he's your friend. He's not going to hurt you. Here, give him this carrot."
"Okee... here's a cawwot bunneh"
"See? He's not a monster."
*The bunny snuggles up to Fluttershy*
"Wow, dose are some big wings he has! I'm going to call him Angel..."
"Those are ears, Fluttershy."
"Oh... well they look like giant wings."
паук лягушка симбиоз art multiple limbs humanization
Для не владеющих английским: гигантские тарантулы держат маленьких лягухов как питомцев. Мелкие насекомые не прочь поесть паучьих яиц, так что лягушка ест мелких засранцев, защищая яйца, а сама получает телохранителя от более крупных хищников, ибо мало кто в природе хочет иметь дело с тарантулом.
P.S. знаю что новость не нова, больше привлекло внимание изображение под текстом.
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Продолжение Саги О Воительнице В Кольчужном бикини, Как прошла битва с огром вы можете узнать из коментов. История рождения Воительницы в Кольчужном Бикини в предыдущих постах
“Сразись со мной!» заявила Лайла из рода Озур, свежеиспеченая Воительница в Кольчужном Бикини в Поисках Приключений, огромному огру, практически великану, который сидел сам по себе, проклиная себя за то что он оказался настолько туп, что бы быть застигнутым дневным жаром пустыни безо всякой подходящей прохладной тени.Гигант сощурил глаза, пытаясь рассмотреть кто бросает ему такой кровавый вызов.
«...зачем?» спросил он. Он устал и солнце палило его. Ему очень не хотелось сражаться, особенно без стоящей причины.
«...Ну... наверно... потому что Я Воительница В кольчужном Бикини В Поисках Приключений?» сказала Лайла сама до конца в этом не уверенная.
«А какую награду я получу за бой с тобой?»
«Уумм..» Озура застыла в сомнениях не зная, что делать дальше. Затем она снова внимательно посмотрела на огромного огра -или великана? Или полу великана?-, и подумала о всех тех слухах которые она слышала о размерах великанов, вовсе не таких ух и больших, а достаточно пропорциональных и о том как долго она была одна сама по себе... «Вот! Как на счет такого? Если выиграю я, я сражу тебя, Если ты победишь, ты возляжешь со мной!
Она не знала еще не одной Озуры которая была бы с гигантом! Это могло ей принести столько же славы, сколько и битва с ним!
« Что?» смущенно спросил гигант.
«Ты слышал меня! Возляжешь или Поляжешь!»
Оооо! Это могло стать ее новым боевым кличем! «Возляжешь или Поляжешь!» , она моглша стать известна как Лайла Повергательница / Возлежательница!
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