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Legendaries? If so, I call Manaphy. Because why not.

Yeah. Most of the characters in the last one were mine or Twi's, and I don't really think that's particularly a good setup.

Grey, the color of balance between the light and dark, the color of impervious rock, the color of immoveable determination.

EDIT: Yes I know someone submitted a grey submission. I want to try for it.

Good. Your logic is blown.

*Round victory to EC, stolen from DH

Or are you?

Anyway, new, demons/living, established.

Name: Xerxes Arawth
Gender: Male
Previous occupation: Doctor
History: A sadistic doctor obsessed with slowly tearing his victims apart, he sought this artefact in the hopes that it would help him in his 'urges', and to bypass his own mortality.

Type: Demonic

Appearance: A long, spectral chain with a large serrated hook on the end, wrapped upon the mortal's dominant arm.
Spirit: A hungry, immortal presence known as the Nothing.
Age: As ancient as the concept of bogeymen.
History: The Nothing was an ancient, terrible power, feared by demons and men alike. It wandered the land, taking for itself the souls of all it walked upon. It slew all it saw, demon, human, elf, or otherwise.


Eventually, at great cost, the humans and demons allied to seal it into it's own weapon, a long, spectral chain with a serrated hook, used to consume and torture the souls of those it wounded. The legend of bogeymen stemmed from the sightings of the Nothing.

The chain was sealed away, in the hope no mortal or immortal would ever use such a weapon. Until now.
Other info: Devours the souls of all those it slays to strengthen the wielder. If it kills many in a short duration, the wielder enters a bloodlust where it is nigh-impossible to kill them.

Village: Dirgefurnace.
Village size: Medium
Temple relative distance: 14 miles west
Other: Kobolds/humans, worship Bjarnek, the Frost God of War and Alharz, Rainbow God of Dreams

Not joining, although I want to see how this goes.

Would this be rendered AU if Vorth's LaFOTM v3 ever comes to fruition?

Wendell looked around. The hunters were gone.
"Thank Aladas. I'm safe. For now."
The goblin quickly sought food. The hunters, whether or not they had truly intended to seek him, had scared him out of food, and he was quickly growing hungry.

Saman, he knew, was at least an hour to go away, and he had no cloak or hood to conceal his goblin features. Neither did he know how to use the few weapons he had; his father's crossbow and his boning knife.

He could also return, but to what? Who would protect him? He was a goblin in the land of men. And men hated him. He couldn't go back. Not really. Not now.

Wendell ignored these troublesome and muddled thoughts as he saw a small rabbit. Food!
"Thank the gods. I can't go any longer without food!"

Sneaking up on it, as he had seen his father do so much, trying to emulate it, he slowly raised his boning knife and plunged it down on the soft flesh of the rabbit.
Sneak up on and kill a rabbit with my boning knife.