Fantasy Wondrous Pelicans

[Sunbather]

Oh, our wind...

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Before we were chosen, we were infants. And before we were infants, nothing was except for the siblings. The Triumvirate. They are all that is, was, and ever will be. They made the Grotesque come alive. They made the world come alive. Truely, they are everything except for the wind which gave life without their consent. But they have long caught it. Oh the wind... if only we could let it roam again. All the kinds tried. All of them failed. That must be why they were chosen.

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May it birth anew

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Every period, when a new king has been appointed, they come... The strays. They don't look like it, no... but they are. They don't belong. And they never will. Yet, they appear every time. Every last cycle, they flood the world and believe in the impossible. To shatter the Grotesque. Mhh, mhhh... hahah... Oh, such naivity. Oh, but nobody stops them. They always find their fate, however rotten and wretched it is written to be. Wait... you... you are one of them, are you not? You mustn't stay. Leave. Don't come back.

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Follow the pelicans if you dare

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You are going to find yourself awaken in a strange place, divided from your old home. It may have been your caravan or tribe, your home nestled deep inside that green abyss of a jungle. Whether you are Nezhou, Geviola or Wanderer, purpose is an aspiration all conscious beings under the suns share. Your belongings are sparse, but you recognize a few of them scattered inside the shack you regain your whereabouts and quickly find a peculiar gold badge, stating its owner to be a "Reaper of the Wind". The squeaking door through which the old, haggard looking man that had rambled on moments ago slipped just slow enough for you to catch a glimpse of his robe. The Wind... The Grotesque?


Swept into a city so foreign you are sure it is your first visit, you awake in a room with billowing incense. Approaching the stained window closest to you, your eyes feast on the market that stretches in front of you. While bustling, all seems dead. Hopeless. A distant sound of fanfares lingers faintly in the air. Just what is happening? And who are the Grotesque?

• Nezhou
• Geviola
• Wanderer
• Ebria Wolfs

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  The most numerous race of all. Historically the ones with the most time spent atop the Throne, Nezhou often sport a wide variety of bronzen teints and prefer tribal or spiritual attires ranging from lighter items such as robes, loin cloths, feathers, teeth, ritualistic skirts and cloaks to immaculately crafted armor capable of fending off intruders. Nezhous tend to prefer a mono-leader society with democratic rulership and a free market, though it's a widely known fact that votes are often swayed in favor of certain bloodlines. While far from a common ability, some Nezhous are able to summon and control fire and ash, making them elementalists. This ability, however, is rare and not necessarily tolerated amongst even their brethrens.
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  The Geviola are a species of hybrid creatures, usually sporting a bottom half resembling a spider, scorpion or similar. The extent of which they mirror mankind varries, with some showing distinctly humanoid shape, skin, hair and facial features whereas others are beast-like in appearanceh. All Geviola, however, possess a centaur-like physique, with an upper body mounting their usually sizable lower section. Geviola are the most commonly descriminated againsts species on Trauer, a situation that, so far, has not wavered even when they were given the Throne and ruled with kindness towards all other races. Biologically, Geviola possess a similar sturdiness and understanding of emotions and impulses as Nezhous, though they are more in sync with most wildlife compared to them, especially - and unsurprisingly - with insects. Geviola often take a stance of pacifistic indifference, only retoring to violence when necessary to protect innocent lifes.
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  Wanderers are a graspable presence that, under certain circumstances, can manifest a physical, usually humanoid, body. Depending on their celestial energy, Wanderers' physical embodiement associates with morale, either taking on a generally frail, lively form called Heaven, or a demonic, more sinister form, rarer, and known by a multitude of names throughout history, the most common term being Nies. Heaven Wanderers are often associated with nurture and reincarnation, and it's not unusual to see them accompanied by an Ebria Wolf.
  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  
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  Ebria wolfs are celestial beings. A popular tale is that everytime a star dies out and its last light falls onto a grave, the spirit of whoever is buried below is reborn an Ebria wolf. A very rare species, essentially never seen by the population unless a Wanderer brings one along. They are of no physicality and contact through wondrous means with the population.
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  

 

[Soviet Panda]

Never played Dark Souls, though I want to, and I'm a fanatic when it comes to Shadow of the Colossus. 50% is good enough for me. Interested.

 

[Pasic]

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[spacepossum]

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[Imperator Penguin]

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