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	Water,darkness, nature, magic, undeath, and, of course, luck. I guess in my case it was unluck, even if it was my own folly that caused it. Man being jealous of normal life never sucked so bad, heh 'sucked'. Well i guess i'm gonna be doing a lotta something like that, being a Dhampir an' all. if you're the Tabaxi who was kind to me, you can take this story as payment for the companionship last night. I really needed a shoulder to cry on, although i guess my emotions will ebb slowly. Oh right you wanted my life story. Well i guess this piece o' scrawled paper will have to do. How'ed my childhood go? Ah yes, those flying machines are a thing, '[[airships]]' i think that [[dwarf]] called them. Well, getting sacrificed to them by extra superstitious parents is not generally how i'd imagine most children would experience their childhood. Add to that the fact the ship was stolen in the first place by undead and you get a problem, ok, LOTS of problems. For one thing being forced to work as a pilot because the pirate undeads aren't smart enough to land it well without directions from that [[vampire]], wait, was he a vampire? Was he even a HE to begin with? I donno, they were pale and had bloodshot eyes but were otherwise quite secretive. Anyways, piloting, yea, that's a thing. you ever try to land a hecking AIRSHIP while being a small child? Try doing that under fear of death because your parents are mean and stow you away on a pirate ship in the first place. In hindsight my parents were very dumb, weren't they? I wish i could tell them a thing or two. Too bad i donno' where we were originally. let's continue about that [[airship]] piloting experience. We died, again, almost, well, TECHNICALLY we crashed and survived. We DID die, but most of the undead could reesemble themselves. Although when the an elf suddenly grows some scales when exposed to liquids(such as their own blood) it tends to raise some eyebrows. Such as a certain hooded undead's. So that 'thing' did something to me, and now i have a mild craving for blood again.		Water,darkness, nature, magic, undeath, and, of course, luck. I guess in my case it was unluck, even if it was my own folly that caused it. Man being jealous of normal life never sucked so bad, heh 'sucked'. Well i guess i'm gonna be doing a lotta something like that, being a Dhampir an' all. if you're the Tabaxi who was kind to me, you can take this story as payment for the companionship last night. I really needed a shoulder to cry on, although i guess my emotions will ebb slowly. Oh right you wanted my life story. Well i guess this piece o' scrawled paper will have to do. How'ed my childhood go? Ah yes, those flying machines are a thing, '[[airships]]' i think that [[dwarf]] called them. Well, getting sacrificed to them by extra superstitious parents is not generally how i'd imagine most children would experience their childhood. Add to that the fact the ship was stolen in the first place by undead and you get a problem, ok, LOTS of problems. For one thing being forced to work as a pilot because the pirate undeads aren't smart enough to land it well without directions from that [[vampire]], wait, was he a vampire? Was he even a HE to begin with? I donno, they were pale and had bloodshot eyes but were otherwise quite secretive. Anyways, piloting, yea, that's a thing. you ever try to land a hecking AIRSHIP while being a small child? Try doing that under fear of death because your parents are mean and stow you away on a pirate ship in the first place. In hindsight my parents were very dumb, weren't they? I [[wish]] i could tell them a thing or two. Too bad i donno' where we were originally. let's continue about that [[airship]] piloting experience. We died, again, almost, well, TECHNICALLY we crashed and survived. We DID die, but most of the undead could reesemble themselves. Although when the an elf suddenly grows some scales when exposed to liquids(such as their own blood) it tends to raise some eyebrows. Such as a certain hooded undead's. So that 'thing' did something to me, and now i have a mild craving for blood again.

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	recipe for mimic food, a pinch of brimstone ore (any kind), some dark magic, a little guano from bats, maybe a few crows, or their crap. Some mixing, shaking, bones, stirring, punching, and, ofcourse 'water', some gelatonous goo, and a smodging of gravyard spicing later, we have a mimic's favorite stew. i saw him feed the door with it, and it tried to eat him while he did so. IT MUST be a terribly good recipe because THE STENCH WAS UNHOLY, HOW DOES HE - wait he doesn't smell i forgot, i also forgot i don't need to breath this miasma in. GOD that is smelly.		recipe for mimic food, a pinch of brimstone ore (any kind), some dark magic, a little guano from bats, maybe a few [[crows]], or their crap. Some mixing, shaking, bones, stirring, punching, and, ofcourse 'water', some gelatonous goo, and a smodging of gravyard spicing later, we have a mimic's favorite stew. i saw him feed the door with it, and it tried to eat him while he did so. IT MUST be a terribly good recipe because THE STENCH WAS UNHOLY, HOW DOES HE - wait he doesn't smell i forgot, i also forgot i don't need to breath this miasma in. GOD that is smelly.


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	So uh, i got REALLY drunk.... i forgot how that happened or what went next..... but uh... my tattoo did a thing..... and i think i fell asleep in a jar somewhere (i remember roomying with a worm dude)................... yeah no donno the context for suddenly appearing in a wierdo city of gears and uh.... robots?....clockworks?........drone...thingies? imma just refer to them by numbers since i can C O U N T.... probably. so mr 2 approached me and made noises about a rebel returning to the weave(whatever that means) and promptly gave me a map/compass/doodad/thingamabob that pointed me in a direction (i think the guy named it terry or something, if that thingy was a guy..... he had 2 faces.) anyways... found a 4-ish looking dude who basically asked for an item that i didn't know i had.... that was wierd( who puts a sparky tube of shiney light in some emo dude's backpack without him noticing???) anyways.....where was i. oh yeah a scroll got uh... removed from existance.... i decided to make a new one on the spot.... got praised for it.... then they registered me as a 'wierd rebel/gues/anomoly/thing' i got a tour by this wacky sphere dude, imma call him Sir Once. He was cool, but VERY distracted. he took my compass doodad and showed me around this 'city of bronze' (i think he called it mecha-something) i started getting confused, lost, confused again, and ended up getting a wierd cube guy to shove me into a wacko rock store. they gave me a rock necklace...it was a thing i guess... anyways i'm off topic, the basic gist of events was [i have a tail] -> [i'm in a metal city] -> [Sir once gets me lost] -> [broke and replaced a 'scroll' thingy] -> [rock? necklace]... caught up? no? too bad. Oh right i saw a creature VERY UNLIKE THE REST OF EVERYTHING HERE, it spoke common and was terrifying to look at. so i stared at it's shoes(they were a violent shade of cobalt, quite a pretty color). anyways Shoe Dude led me to a necromancer ally in the middle of a metal city.... donno how that works, but it was wierd reguardless, so uh... one of the wierd/fluffy/dog/creature/things blessed me with a strange and acidic fluid not quite like pear juice, and now my eyes hurt normally instead of when i'm just looking at things reflecting sunlight into my retinas(what are retinas anyways?). Oh and i got a book for dummies to a wacky necromancer guide(donno how that will help a dude that casts firebolt wrong.). Oh and i got a an invite, i'll transcribe it on the next note.....		So uh, i got REALLY drunk.... i forgot how that happened or what went next..... but uh... my tattoo did a thing..... and i think i fell asleep in a jar somewhere (i remember roomying with a worm dude)................... yeah no donno the context for suddenly appearing in a wierdo city of gears and uh.... robots?....clockworks?........drone...thingies? imma just refer to them by numbers since i can C O U N T.... probably. so mr 2 approached me and made noises about a rebel returning to the [[weave]](whatever that means) and promptly gave me a map/compass/doodad/thingamabob that pointed me in a direction (i think the guy named it terry or something, if that thingy was a guy..... he had 2 faces.) anyways... found a 4-ish looking dude who basically asked for an item that i didn't know i had.... that was wierd( who puts a sparky tube of shiney light in some emo dude's backpack without him noticing???) anyways.....where was i. oh yeah a scroll got uh... removed from existance.... i decided to make a new one on the spot.... got praised for it.... then they registered me as a 'wierd rebel/gues/anomoly/thing' i got a tour by this wacky sphere dude, imma call him Sir Once. He was cool, but VERY distracted. he took my compass doodad and showed me around this 'city of bronze' (i think he called it mecha-something) i started getting confused, lost, confused again, and ended up getting a wierd cube guy to shove me into a wacko rock store. they gave me a rock necklace...it was a thing i guess... anyways i'm off topic, the basic gist of events was [i have a tail] -> [i'm in a metal city] -> [Sir once gets me lost] -> [broke and replaced a 'scroll' thingy] -> [rock? necklace]... caught up? no? too bad. Oh right i saw a creature VERY UNLIKE THE REST OF EVERYTHING HERE, it spoke common and was terrifying to look at. so i stared at it's shoes(they were a violent shade of [[cobalt]], quite a pretty color). anyways Shoe Dude led me to a necromancer ally in the middle of a metal city.... donno how that works, but it was wierd reguardless, so uh... one of the wierd/fluffy/dog/creature/things blessed me with a strange and acidic fluid not quite like pear juice, and now my eyes hurt normally instead of when i'm just looking at things reflecting sunlight into my retinas(what are retinas anyways?). Oh and i got a book for dummies to a wacky necromancer guide(donno how that will help a dude that casts firebolt wrong.). Oh and i got a an invite, i'll transcribe it on the next note.....

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	YOU have been invited! to what? To the weeblet's of the cult of [insert idol here] have seen fit to allow you invitations to their <s>extra</s> secret and totally <s>not demonic</s> holiest of conventions where <s>blood sacrifices</s> unfriendly get-togethers will definitely '''NOT''' happen. Be sure to bring a +1 or a slave/soul for the defo pious <s>orgy</s> festival and subsequent potluck <s>beheading</s>. All patron guests are always welcome. However, red WOT<s>Cards</s> are a prized bounty, and will be <s>handsomely rewarded for any large portions of them[spirit,body,blood]</s> given the best treatment to <s>DIE</s> for. THANK YOU FOR PROPERLY INVITING THEM ASSUMING YOU DID!!		YOU have been invited! to what? To the weeblet's of the [[cult]] of [insert idol here] have seen fit to allow you invitations to their <s>extra</s> secret and totally <s>not demonic</s> holiest of conventions where <s>blood sacrifices</s> unfriendly get-togethers will definitely '''NOT''' happen. Be sure to bring a +1 or a slave/soul for the defo pious <s>orgy</s> festival and subsequent potluck <s>beheading</s>. All patron guests are always welcome. However, red WOT<s>Cards</s> are a prized bounty, and will be <s>handsomely rewarded for any large portions of them[spirit,body,blood]</s> given the best treatment to <s>DIE</s> for. THANK YOU FOR PROPERLY INVITING THEM ASSUMING YOU DID!!

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	btw note [number not shown] wasn't in there because the player (logz) doesn't know how to friggin do his homework and doesn't know how to perform multiple timeline collapse as a result of the addition of Azarai-710B's existance as a timeline-altering entity.		btw note [number not shown] wasn't in there because the player (logz) doesn't know how to friggin do his homework and doesn't know how to perform multiple [[timeline]] collapse as a result of the addition of Azarai-710B's existance as a timeline-altering entity.
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	Azuria: the [[Tabaxi]] courtesen... umm..... yeah... uh... emotional support to Cealion with extreme stalkerish/grooming behaviors and probably the worst person in existence if modern morals were applied to this 'cat' [[human]]		Azuria: the [[Tabaxi]] courtesen... umm..... yeah... uh... emotional support to Cealion with extreme stalkerish/grooming behaviors and probably the worst person in existence if modern morals were applied to this 'cat' [[human]]

	Luka/yacob/Jake/boxface/etx199 etc.: the sentient, multiple personalitied snake tattoo, attempting to exert influence upon Cealion and other characters, probably attached to any new hosts i decide to create.... serves as a form of observation for the [[player]] known as 'Player' who is only a 2.5 dimensional being, played by a lucky idiot dimwit. ~~alternativly~~, j u s t A U S E L E S S S N E K T A T. that will be applied to all future creations of tor for the purposes of avatar projects while stationed in this area and timespace/dimension of [[Quelmar]].		Luka/yacob/Jake/boxface/etx199 etc.: the sentient, multiple-personalitied snake tattoo, attempting to exert influence upon Cealion and other characters, probably attached to any new hosts i decide to create.... serves as a form of observation for the [[player]] known as 'Player' who is only a 2.5 dimensional being, played by a lucky idiot dimwit. alternatively, j u s t A U S E L E S S S N E K T A T. that will be applied to all future creations of tor for the purposes of avatar projects while stationed in this area and timespace/dimension of [[Quelmar]].


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	Water,darkness, nature, magic, undeath, and, of course, luck. I guess in my case it was unluck, even if it was my own folly that caused it. Man being jealous of normal life never sucked so bad, heh 'sucked'. Well i guess i'm gonna be doing a lotta something like that, being a Dhampir an' all. if you're the Tabaxi who was kind to me, you can take this story as payment for the companionship last night. I really needed a shoulder to cry on, although i guess my emotions will ebb slowly. Oh right you wanted my life story. Well i guess this piece o' scrawled paper will have to do. How'ed my childhood go? Ah yes, those flying machines are a thing, '[[airships]]' i think that [[dwarf]] called them. Well, getting sacrificed to them by extra superstitious parents is not generally how i'd imagine most children would experience their childhood. Add to that the fact the ship was stolen in the first place by undead and you get a problem, ok, LOTS of problems. For one thing being forced to work as a pilot because the pirate undeads aren't smart enough to land it well without directions from that [[vampire]], wait, was he a vampire? Was he even a HE to begin with? I donno, they were pale and had bloodshot eyes but were otherwise quite secretive. Anyways, piloting, yea, that's a thing. you ever try to land a hecking AIRSHIP while being a small child? Try doing that under fear of death because your parents are mean and stow you away on a pirate ship in the first place. In hindsight my parents were very dumb, weren't they? I [[wish]] i could tell them a thing or two. Too bad i donno' where we were originally. let's continue about that [[airship]] piloting experience. We died, again, almost, well, TECHNICALLY we crashed and survived. We DID die, but most of the undead could reesemble themselves. Although when the an elf suddenly grows some scales when exposed to liquids(such as their own blood) it tends to raise some eyebrows. Such as a certain hooded undead's. So that 'thing' did something to me, and now i have a mild craving for blood again.		Water,darkness, nature, magic, undeath, and, of course, luck. I guess in my case it was unluck, even if it was my own folly that caused it. Man being jealous of normal life never sucked so bad, heh 'sucked'. Well i guess i'm gonna be doing a lotta something like that, being a Dhampir an' all. if you're the Tabaxi who was kind to me, you can take this story as payment for the companionship last night. I really needed a shoulder to cry on, although i guess my emotions will ebb slowly. Oh right you wanted my life story. Well i guess this piece o' scrawled paper will have to do. How'ed my childhood go? Ah yes, those flying machines are a thing, '[[airships]]' i think that [[dwarf]] called them. Well, getting sacrificed to them by extra superstitious parents is not generally how i'd imagine most children would experience their childhood. Add to that the fact the ship was stolen in the first place by undead and you get a problem, ok, LOTS of problems. For one thing being forced to work as a pilot because the pirate undeads aren't smart enough to land it well without directions from that [[vampire]], wait, was he a vampire? Was he even a HE to begin with? I donno, they were pale and had bloodshot eyes but were otherwise quite secretive. Anyways, piloting, yea, that's a thing. you ever try to land a hecking AIRSHIP while being a small child? Try doing that under fear of death because your parents are mean and stow you away on a pirate ship in the first place. In hindsight my parents were very dumb, weren't they? I wish i could tell them a thing or two. Too bad i donno' where we were originally. let's continue about that [[airship]] piloting experience. We died, again, almost, well, TECHNICALLY we crashed and survived. We DID die, but most of the undead could reesemble themselves. Although when the an elf suddenly grows some scales when exposed to liquids(such as their own blood) it tends to raise some eyebrows. Such as a certain hooded undead's. So that 'thing' did something to me, and now i have a mild craving for blood again.

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	Yarrog 'The bold' he called himself, not what i'd call a 3 ft dwarf with arms wider than his head, but he was as stout as you'ed imagine. After my [[rocky]] childhood of airship piloting(which i no longer remember much of) he sorta picked me up after i wandered around from the crash. Now you might think he was one of those blacksmithing [[dwarves]] right? wrong, very stupidly wrong. He doesn't manipulate metal in a furnace, but with WRENCHES. What are these wrenches you ask? I haven't the slightest clue. the only wrench i knew of was a slab of metal with a hook on the end to rotate little nubs of iron. These i used to help repair the airship. His wrenches varied from a wire needle mechanism to a weird claw grabber thingy to even some powered gloves for extra heavy lifting. You seen a glove that shocks you while you wear it? He gave me one as a practical joke, until i burnt something inside cinders from the chaotic energy exploding from me, causing it to malfunction and explode, i chuckled, he didn't. Hmm what else happened back then. Oh yes, explosives and mechs, well not really mechs. more like wooden mobile suits. Not armor, but personnel locomotion. Imagine you have stilts on, but they are attached to a cage and you operate the stilts throught the cage and IT'S ALL WOODEN, [[gods]] the splinters would keep me from sleeping well at night, and i come in the workshop the next morning all tired and Yarrog be grinning like the worst gremlin ever after making me try his new 'Prototypes'. Did i run? No, i'd rather spite him first.		Yarrog 'The bold' he called himself, not what i'd call a 3 ft dwarf with arms wider than his head, but he was as stout as you'ed imagine. After my rocky childhood of airship piloting(which i no longer remember much of) he sorta picked me up after i wandered around from the crash. Now you might think he was one of those blacksmithing [[dwarves]] right? wrong, very stupidly wrong. He doesn't manipulate metal in a furnace, but with WRENCHES. What are these wrenches you ask? I haven't the slightest clue. the only wrench i knew of was a slab of metal with a hook on the end to rotate little nubs of iron. These i used to help repair the airship. His wrenches varied from a wire needle mechanism to a weird claw grabber thingy to even some powered gloves for extra heavy lifting. You seen a glove that shocks you while you wear it? He gave me one as a practical joke, until i burnt something inside cinders from the chaotic energy exploding from me, causing it to malfunction and explode, i chuckled, he didn't. Hmm what else happened back then. Oh yes, explosives and mechs, well not really mechs. more like wooden mobile suits. Not armor, but personnel locomotion. Imagine you have stilts on, but they are attached to a cage and you operate the stilts throught the cage and IT'S ALL WOODEN, [[gods]] the splinters would keep me from sleeping well at night, and i come in the workshop the next morning all tired and Yarrog be grinning like the worst gremlin ever after making me try his new 'Prototypes'. Did i run? No, i'd rather spite him first.


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	Hello, this is the snake writing here, i guess you could call me yacob. Jake if you are feeling REALLY friendly. I would call myself Luka to my enemies, not like it matters much now. i am stuck in a fickin snake tattoo because i was injected into this person. Ooh, pardon the language. I believe that you were wondering how in the god forsaken everlasting [[mother]] loving H---*cuts off		Hello, this is the snake writing here, i guess you could call me yacob. Jake if you are feeling REALLY friendly. I would call myself Luka to my enemies, not like it matters much now. i am stuck in a fickin snake tattoo because i was injected into this person. Ooh, pardon the language. I believe that you were wondering how in the god forsaken everlasting mother loving H---*cuts off

Logztor: added alot of notes (left out note 6 for a mini adventure to get back to the main group via downtime) if you have problems with anything dm me from discord lel discord handle -> logztor

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 Luka/yacob/Jake/boxface/etx199 etc.: the sentient, multiple personalitied snake tattoo, attempting to exert influence upon Cealion and other characters, probably attached to any new hosts i decide to create.... serves as a form of observation for the [[player]] known as 'Player' who is only a 2.5 dimensional being, played by a lucky idiot dimwit. alternativly, j u s t    A      U S E L E S S      S N E K     T A T. that will be applied to all future creations of tor for the purposes of avatar projects while stationed in this area and timespace/dimension of [[Quelmar]].
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 So you know how i don't like yarrog because of the 'test subject' thing right? It gets worse. He has MIMICS! Now normally it's fine since they prefer to only follow his orders BUT, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ATTACKED BY A FOOKEN DOOR? appearantly hinges are the equivilent of ear piercings for [[humans]], which is info. Also they like mahogony (transforming into it for reasons i don't understand). they like terrible jokes, but since i make only stupid ones, they aren't bad enough for them to laugh at. oh yeah he told me he had about 100 mimics in his mimic house, this is due to the fact they can't digest eachother, so it costs less to replace the furniture when it can eat the taxidermist. Did i mention they like to prank the neutral? they also eat 'texture' whatever that is... so yeah. mimics
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	Luka/yacob/Jake/boxface/etx199 etc.: the sentient, multiple personalitied snake tattoo, attempting to exert influence upon Cealion and other characters, probably attached to any new hosts i decide to create.... serves as a form of observation for the [[player]] known as 'Player' who is only a 2.5 dimensional being, played by a lucky idiot dimwit. alternativly, j u s t A U S E L E S S S N E K T A T. that will be applied to all future creations of tor for the purposes of avatar projects while stationed in this area and timespace/dimension of Quelmar.		Luka/yacob/Jake/boxface/etx199 etc.: the sentient, multiple personalitied snake tattoo, attempting to exert influence upon Cealion and other characters, probably attached to any new hosts i decide to create.... serves as a form of observation for the [[player]] known as 'Player' who is only a 2.5 dimensional being, played by a lucky idiot dimwit. alternativly, j u s t A U S E L E S S S N E K T A T. that will be applied to all future creations of tor for the purposes of avatar projects while stationed in this area and timespace/dimension of [[Quelmar]].

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	{{Worldbuilders}} Cealion is a Sea [[Elf]] [[Dhamphir]] Sorcerer.		{{Worldbuilders}} Cealion is a Sea [[Elf]] [[Dhamphir]] [[Sorcerer]].


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	Cealion: dhampir.... sea elf... probably.		Cealion: [[dhampir]].... sea elf... probably.

	Yarrog: dwarven multiclass specializing in the creation of incredibly dangerous and unstable weaponry.... not to be confused with wierd and generally useless plushies stored in a corner that was exploded by Cealion when they 'met'		Yarrog: dwarven multiclass specializing in the creation of incredibly dangerous and unstable weaponry.... not to be confused with wierd and generally useless plushies stored in a corner that was exploded by Cealion when they 'met'

	Azuria: the [[Tabaxi]] courtesen... umm..... yeah... uh... emotional support to Cealion with extreme stalkerish/grooming behaviors and probably the worst person in existence if modern morals were applied to this 'cat' human		Azuria: the [[Tabaxi]] courtesen... umm..... yeah... uh... emotional support to Cealion with extreme stalkerish/grooming behaviors and probably the worst person in existence if modern morals were applied to this 'cat' [[human]]

	Luka/yacob/Jake/boxface/etx199 etc.: the sentient, multiple personalitied snake tattoo, attempting to exert influence upon Cealion and other characters, probably attached to any new hosts i decide to create.... serves as a form of observation for the player known as 'Player' who is only a 2.5 dimensional being, played by a lucky idiot dimwit. alternativly, j u s t A U S E L E S S S N E K T A T. that will be applied to all future creations of tor for the purposes of avatar projects while stationed in this area and timespace/dimension of Quelmar.		Luka/yacob/Jake/boxface/etx199 etc.: the sentient, multiple personalitied snake tattoo, attempting to exert influence upon Cealion and other characters, probably attached to any new hosts i decide to create.... serves as a form of observation for the [[player]] known as 'Player' who is only a 2.5 dimensional being, played by a lucky idiot dimwit. alternativly, j u s t A U S E L E S S S N E K T A T. that will be applied to all future creations of tor for the purposes of avatar projects while stationed in this area and timespace/dimension of Quelmar.


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	Water,darkness, nature, magic, undeath, and, of course, luck. I guess in my case it was unluck, even if it was my own folly that caused it. Man being jealous of normal life never sucked so bad, heh 'sucked'. Well i guess i'm gonna be doing a lotta something like that, being a Dhampir an' all. if you're the Tabaxi who was kind to me, you can take this story as payment for the companionship last night. I really needed a shoulder to cry on, although i guess my emotions will ebb slowly. Oh right you wanted my life story. Well i guess this piece o' scrawled paper will have to do. How'ed my childhood go? Ah yes, those flying machines are a thing, 'airships' i think that dwarf called them. Well, getting sacrificed to them by extra superstitious parents is not generally how i'd imagine most children would experience their childhood. Add to that the fact the ship was stolen in the first place by undead and you get a problem, ok, LOTS of problems. For one thing being forced to work as a pilot because the pirate undeads aren't smart enough to land it well without directions from that vampire, wait, was he a vampire? Was he even a HE to begin with? I donno, they were pale and had bloodshot eyes but were otherwise quite secretive. Anyways, piloting, yea, that's a thing. you ever try to land a hecking AIRSHIP while being a small child? Try doing that under fear of death because your parents are mean and stow you away on a pirate ship in the first place. In hindsight my parents were very dumb, weren't they? I wish i could tell them a thing or two. Too bad i donno' where we were originally. let's continue about that airship piloting experience. We died, again, almost, well, TECHNICALLY we crashed and survived. We DID die, but most of the undead could reesemble themselves. Although when the an elf suddenly grows some scales when exposed to liquids(such as their own blood) it tends to raise some eyebrows. Such as a certain hooded undead's. So that 'thing' did something to me, and now i have a mild craving for blood again.		Water,darkness, nature, magic, undeath, and, of course, luck. I guess in my case it was unluck, even if it was my own folly that caused it. Man being jealous of normal life never sucked so bad, heh 'sucked'. Well i guess i'm gonna be doing a lotta something like that, being a Dhampir an' all. if you're the Tabaxi who was kind to me, you can take this story as payment for the companionship last night. I really needed a shoulder to cry on, although i guess my emotions will ebb slowly. Oh right you wanted my life story. Well i guess this piece o' scrawled paper will have to do. How'ed my childhood go? Ah yes, those flying machines are a thing, '[[airships]]' i think that [[dwarf]] called them. Well, getting sacrificed to them by extra superstitious parents is not generally how i'd imagine most children would experience their childhood. Add to that the fact the ship was stolen in the first place by undead and you get a problem, ok, LOTS of problems. For one thing being forced to work as a pilot because the pirate undeads aren't smart enough to land it well without directions from that [[vampire]], wait, was he a vampire? Was he even a HE to begin with? I donno, they were pale and had bloodshot eyes but were otherwise quite secretive. Anyways, piloting, yea, that's a thing. you ever try to land a hecking AIRSHIP while being a small child? Try doing that under fear of death because your parents are mean and stow you away on a pirate ship in the first place. In hindsight my parents were very dumb, weren't they? I [[wish]] i could tell them a thing or two. Too bad i donno' where we were originally. let's continue about that [[airship]] piloting experience. We died, again, almost, well, TECHNICALLY we crashed and survived. We DID die, but most of the undead could reesemble themselves. Although when the an elf suddenly grows some scales when exposed to liquids(such as their own blood) it tends to raise some eyebrows. Such as a certain hooded undead's. So that 'thing' did something to me, and now i have a mild craving for blood again.

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	Yarrog 'The bold' he called himself, not what i'd call a 3 ft dwarf with arms wider than his head, but he was as stout as you'ed imagine. After my rocky childhood of airship piloting(which i no longer remember much of) he sorta picked me up after i wandered around from the crash. Now you might think he was one of those blacksmithing dwarves right? wrong, very stupidly wrong. He doesn't manipulate metal in a furnace, but with WRENCHES. What are these wrenches you ask? I haven't the slightest clue. the only wrench i knew of was a slab of metal with a hook on the end to rotate little nubs of iron. These i used to help repair the airship. His wrenches varied from a wire needle mechanism to a weird claw grabber thingy to even some powered gloves for extra heavy lifting. You seen a glove that shocks you while you wear it? He gave me one as a practical joke, until i burnt something inside cinders from the chaotic energy exploding from me, causing it to malfunction and explode, i chuckled, he didn't. Hmm what else happened back then. Oh yes, explosives and mechs, well not really mechs. more like wooden mobile suits. Not armor, but personnel locomotion. Imagine you have stilts on, but they are attached to a cage and you operate the stilts throught the cage and IT'S ALL WOODEN, gods the splinters would keep me from sleeping well at night, and i come in the workshop the next morning all tired and Yarrog be grinning like the worst gremlin ever after making me try his new 'Prototypes'. Did i run? No, i'd rather spite him first.		Yarrog 'The bold' he called himself, not what i'd call a 3 ft dwarf with arms wider than his head, but he was as stout as you'ed imagine. After my [[rocky]] childhood of airship piloting(which i no longer remember much of) he sorta picked me up after i wandered around from the crash. Now you might think he was one of those blacksmithing [[dwarves]] right? wrong, very stupidly wrong. He doesn't manipulate metal in a furnace, but with WRENCHES. What are these wrenches you ask? I haven't the slightest clue. the only wrench i knew of was a slab of metal with a hook on the end to rotate little nubs of iron. These i used to help repair the airship. His wrenches varied from a wire needle mechanism to a weird claw grabber thingy to even some powered gloves for extra heavy lifting. You seen a glove that shocks you while you wear it? He gave me one as a practical joke, until i burnt something inside cinders from the chaotic energy exploding from me, causing it to malfunction and explode, i chuckled, he didn't. Hmm what else happened back then. Oh yes, explosives and mechs, well not really mechs. more like wooden mobile suits. Not armor, but personnel locomotion. Imagine you have stilts on, but they are attached to a cage and you operate the stilts throught the cage and IT'S ALL WOODEN, [[gods]] the splinters would keep me from sleeping well at night, and i come in the workshop the next morning all tired and Yarrog be grinning like the worst gremlin ever after making me try his new 'Prototypes'. Did i run? No, i'd rather spite him first.


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	Hello, this is the snake writing here, i guess you could call me yacob. Jake if you are feeling REALLY friendly. I would call myself Luka to my enemies, not like it matters much now. i am stuck in a fickin snake tattoo because i was injected into this person. Ooh, pardon the language. I believe that you were wondering how in the god forsaken everlasting mother loving H---*cuts off		Hello, this is the snake writing here, i guess you could call me yacob. Jake if you are feeling REALLY friendly. I would call myself Luka to my enemies, not like it matters much now. i am stuck in a fickin snake tattoo because i was injected into this person. Ooh, pardon the language. I believe that you were wondering how in the god forsaken everlasting [[mother]] loving H---*cuts off


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	<nowiki></nowiki>dev notes written what follows is an indescribably error-filled 7331,, but mixed with infernal notes, some contractual magic, and ALOT of binding spell traps connected to electrical storm incantations. Whoever reads this will find their mind filled with a waiver for there continued existence written in standard common in block text, along with warnings after the waiver. Man this robot/demon/aether hybrid did NOT want to unwarrantedly kill anyone, maybe they are really good at hiding. Or projecting, or they know who the tattoo really is. Those emotions seem kinda illegal for a robot to have, ngl.		<nowiki></nowiki>dev notes written what follows is an indescribably error-filled 7331,, but mixed with infernal notes, some contractual magic, and ALOT of binding spell traps connected to electrical storm incantations. Whoever reads this will find their mind filled with a waiver for there continued existence written in standard [[common]] in block text, along with warnings after the waiver. Man this robot/demon/aether hybrid did NOT want to unwarrantedly kill anyone, maybe they are really good at hiding. Or projecting, or they know who the tattoo really is. Those emotions seem kinda illegal for a robot to have, ngl.


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	So you know how i don't like yarrog because of the 'test subject' thing right? It gets worse. He has MIMICS! Now normally it's fine since they prefer to only follow his orders BUT, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ATTACKED BY A FOOKEN DOOR? appearantly hinges are the equivilent of ear piercings for humans, which is info. Also they like mahogony (transforming into it for reasons i don't understand). they like terrible jokes, but since i make only stupid ones, they aren't bad enough for them to laugh at. oh yeah he told me he had about 100 mimics in his mimic house, this is due to the fact they can't digest eachother, so it costs less to replace the furniture when it can eat the taxidermist. Did i mention they like to prank the neutral? they also eat 'texture' whatever that is... so yeah. mimics		So you know how i don't like yarrog because of the 'test subject' thing right? It gets worse. He has MIMICS! Now normally it's fine since they prefer to only follow his orders BUT, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ATTACKED BY A FOOKEN DOOR? appearantly hinges are the equivilent of ear piercings for [[humans]], which is info. Also they like mahogony (transforming into it for reasons i don't understand). they like terrible jokes, but since i make only stupid ones, they aren't bad enough for them to laugh at. oh yeah he told me he had about 100 mimics in his mimic house, this is due to the fact they can't digest eachother, so it costs less to replace the furniture when it can eat the taxidermist. Did i mention they like to prank the neutral? they also eat 'texture' whatever that is... so yeah. mimics

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K-dawg12: Wiki links

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Wiki links

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	Azuria: the ~~tabaxi~~ courtesen... umm..... yeah... uh... emotional support to Cealion with extreme stalkerish/grooming behaviors and probably the worst person in ~~existance~~ if modern morals were applied to this 'cat' human		Azuria: the [[Tabaxi]] courtesen... umm..... yeah... uh... emotional support to Cealion with extreme stalkerish/grooming behaviors and probably the worst person in existence if modern morals were applied to this 'cat' human

	Luka/yacob/Jake/boxface/etx199 etc.: the sentient, multiple personalitied snake tattoo, attempting to exert influence upon Cealion and other characters, probably attached to any new hosts i decide to create.... serves as a form of observation for the player known as 'Player' who is only a 2.5 dimensional being, played by a lucky idiot dimwit. alternativly, j u s t A U S E L E S S S N E K T A T. that will be applied to all future creations of tor for the purposes of avatar projects while stationed in this area and timespace/dimension of ~~quelmar~~.		Luka/yacob/Jake/boxface/etx199 etc.: the sentient, multiple personalitied snake tattoo, attempting to exert influence upon Cealion and other characters, probably attached to any new hosts i decide to create.... serves as a form of observation for the player known as 'Player' who is only a 2.5 dimensional being, played by a lucky idiot dimwit. alternativly, j u s t A U S E L E S S S N E K T A T. that will be applied to all future creations of tor for the purposes of avatar projects while stationed in this area and timespace/dimension of Quelmar.

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	So you know how i don't like yarrog because of the 'test subject' thing right? It gets worse. He has MIMICS! Now normally it's fine since they prefer to only follow his orders BUT, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ATTACKED BY A FOOKEN DOOR? appearantly hinges are the equivilent of ear piercings for humans, which is info. Also they like mahogony (transforming into it for reasons i don't understand). they like terrible jokes, but since i make only stupid ones, they aren't bad enough for them to laugh at. oh yeah he told me he had about 100 mimics in his mimic house, this is due to the fact they can't digest eachother, so it costs less to replace the furniture when it can eat the taxidermist. Did i mention they like to prank the neutral? they also eat 'texture' whatever that is... so yeah. mimics		So you know how i don't like yarrog because of the 'test subject' thing right? It gets worse. He has MIMICS! Now normally it's fine since they prefer to only follow his orders BUT, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ATTACKED BY A FOOKEN DOOR? appearantly hinges are the equivilent of ear piercings for humans, which is info. Also they like mahogony (transforming into it for reasons i don't understand). they like terrible jokes, but since i make only stupid ones, they aren't bad enough for them to laugh at. oh yeah he told me he had about 100 mimics in his mimic house, this is due to the fact they can't digest eachother, so it costs less to replace the furniture when it can eat the taxidermist. Did i mention they like to prank the neutral? they also eat 'texture' whatever that is... so yeah. mimics

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			page 4(no back, this one is actually titled)

			REVENGE NOTES TO AZURIA


			So you know how i don't like yarrog because of the 'test subject' thing right? It gets worse. He has MIMICS! Now normally it's fine since they prefer to only follow his orders BUT, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ATTACKED BY A FOOKEN DOOR? appearantly hinges are the equivilent of ear piercings for humans, which is info. Also they like mahogony (transforming into it for reasons i don't understand). they like terrible jokes, but since i make only stupid ones, they aren't bad enough for them to laugh at. oh yeah he told me he had about 100 mimics in his mimic house, this is due to the fact they can't digest eachother, so it costs less to replace the furniture when it can eat the taxidermist. Did i mention they like to prank the neutral? they also eat 'texture' whatever that is... so yeah. mimics