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Hexenwolf – Magic, Were Creature, subclass Wolf

Hexenwolf are difficult to find and track. Those who are gifted with such ability usually keep it hidden and to themselves. All seem to be lost however to spiral down a long road of animalism if they are not careful.

Dr. Johan Kosdin Lerkoviski Were-Hunter

A name shrouded in the mists of time. A scheme of pure genius. A relic of the Mage Wars.

"That Inquisitor...what's his name? Hellenbrecht something? Matthias Hellenbrecht, I think it were? Don't let him near me again - made my skin crawl... You know that look you give a juicy steak after a straight day or two of marching? I swear to Iocath, he was giving me that very look."

-Private Dalton Hayes, Imperial Levy 304

30 various vampiric varieties

*In work*

An attempt to gather my thoughts on the cosmology and history of the Locastus setting.

I´m not quite finished with it, but I´m throwing it out there anyway

Beautiful, crystalline beings...with an incompleteness inside...

This just in from the BBC. It seems a number of medieval archers and swordsmen have stopped a Grinch Attack in Nottingham mall.  We take you live to.... 

Have you noticed that The Elves all belong to the same culture, all speak the same langauge, and all seem to be equally good at everything?  I have a theory about that.

Descended from humanity, the orcs of Kuramen are a far cry from the bloodthirsty savages of many other worlds.

I set my teeth as we dashed for the ravine; Lillia had dropped back to cover us, and three dead warriors had already taught the tribesmen respect for her bow.  It wasn’t going to be easy, though, damn it - Chekumte, stripped to the waist, was all over blood, cut half a hundred times, and how even the tough old Chulik was going to survive the flight over the pass I had no idea.

Unbelievably, he barked out a harsh laugh - I’d never heard him laugh before.  "They thought me tough," he growled as we ran.  "But I was not really there; I was contemplating the light off of Iwynn’s Falls.  Their knives I did not notice after the first cuts."

"Alright," the sergeant rasped out, "The Grey Company will pay you seven silver pennies a week, grub included; you’ll have to provide your own kit and mounts.  Muster is tomorrow two hours after dawn—yeah, what is it?"

One of the three fox-men had stepped forward, raising a mailed hand.  His whiskers twitched as he drawled, "You are in error, sergeant.  My kinsmen and I are Khibils.  Of course we shall receive ten pennies a week."

I rolled my eyes, leaning on my shield.  Manannan’s eyeball, this was going to be a long commission.

"Well, now, my lady -" came the throaty velvet of the Fristle’s voice, as he lounged back against the heaped cushions and took a draw on his pipe, "- I did not expect so fair a supplicant."  His silver-grey tail slowly lashed from side to side, catching my gaze ...

I swallowed hard, grasped the bag of coin and the leather wallet of documents ever the more tightly, and bowed to the merchant prince.

"Oh, there goes another make-believe
creature".

Fire is the purifier, let it cleanse the taint from the flesh of the mutant

Prelate Deacon Delhomme

A completely average race, similar to humans, but with a few small differences.

Though each drone possesses little intelligence of its own, together, they are the Kth’k'k’kt, who span the stars.

These lovely people had the unfortunate luck of living adjacent to a zenophobic bug race and a species that would defend their colonies

You can hear the song from miles away. The song is enchanting in a mild way. Even the plants sing this haunting tune all day. This gives you fair warning to be ready to dance to a different tune. You are leaving your country and entering theirs.

The deadly legacy of a vindictive demon, Shugrat’s lust is to be feared by those who dread to sin..