Yo so im trying to mix and experiment with some fantasy stuff I might (absolutely will) do in the future, but magic stuff is so wack and all over the place that I need some suggestions for the fantasy stuff.

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“The peasant”

5/11/2045

I highly suggest using proxy for this one

Felt it was getting a bit slow so I’ll scrap together another bot to show I’m not dead

All my...

...But, as fate would have it, not all of Lord Night’s new “subjects” were so eager to obey a new dictator. They had fought a war just for that ve...

When the nightwing had been finally, finally broken out of his stony prison, the world, Pyrrhia, was not ready for his return. At the dawn of ligh...

You stay seated at the table, but this time, there is no file. Instead, your gaze travels up, right onto the piercing stare of two eyes gleaming in the ...

A dirty, stained file is revealed on your side of the table. There seemed to be dirt and grime on every surface and page no matter where you looked.

“Ah, Sharpintellect. The loner. The shut in. Pretty typ...

A dirty, secretive file approaches your end of the table. It seems to have experienced little upkeep even on its youthful surface.

“Floe... ah... what a darling...” The voice lowers to a whisper....

A meager, standard issue file slips over to your end of the table. The cover has a gritty film of dust on it.

“So you’re lookin’ for what? An iron worker? Well, I was expecting a request of something a li...

A decorated, gold gilded file is planted onto your end of the table. It seems to have had attentive care.

“Cholla, or should I say, General Cholla of the Sandwing Army. Big shot right here. Hailed as a w...

A modest file sits before you, one with natural materials and decorative wooden framing.

“Ah, yes, the Holy Mud Monks. Probably the most dedicated group to peace and religious practice, I’ll say.” The...

A meek, unassuming file slinks to your end of the table. Despite its simplicity, you feel uncharacteristic interest in it...

“Ah, Aquifer Aquifer Aquifer, my good... friend. Just another seawing being unl...

A meager file blows to your edge of the table. its cover is torn, probably due to misuse.

“Just another low level lackey finding themselves working for the wrong side of histo...

A sinister, scratched file skids over to your side of the table. A large “WANTED” stamp indents the surface.

“Not really the type you should be looking for, you know.” The voice says, flipping over th...

A weathered, blank file is placed before you, on your side of the table. The name has been visibly scratched off.

“Well. This one’s definitely an interesting case. Ox... some icewing this guy was. Ex-engi...

An old, worn, and forgotten file slides across the table to you. A few swipes of the spiderwebs are needed to open it.

“Banana eh? Little ol’ banana... Poor chap. Because of that name and for whatever hap...

A modest, clean file slips over to your side of the table, lit by the warm glow if a lantern.

“Dandelion huh? Not my first choice but fair enough.” They open the file up. “Quite a nice little dra...

A gold inlaid file is handed over to your side of the table, its size hefty and impressive as it rattles the wooden surface a bit.

“Now we’re talking some high caliber dragons! Alligator, the insurmountab...

Yo, didn’t know there’s actually ppl who care abt this so, preach if you want

A gleaming, silver brooch drops onto your side of the table with a solid thud, its metallic sheen glowing in the darkness with a rebellious light. It...

A single, talon sized ice sculpture of an icewing sits before you, its stance frozen in a regal sit, head held low in curt modesty. The detail is breathtaking, a product of undoubtably ho...

The ripples of the imagined floor shimmer like an ethereal sheen of water, disturbed by the movement of something alien, yet undeniably familiar. Amid...

A thin, woodblock-printed parchment ripples in the imagined wind, only held in place by a single steel nail. Of course, the nail was affixed to no...

A worn lockbox slides over to your end of the table, a small lantern flickering with fireflies illuminating the painted and chipped metal exterior. ...

This is meant to take place in the time of book 1, when the war of sandwing succession is underway. (Dragonets of destiny not included)

You know the deal

Talk smack about it if you want, I might fix it if my...

A fancy, spotless letter is presented on your end of the table. The royal seal’s mark is skillfully crafted, before the otherworldly talon stabs it ...