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Current Green Names are the Superior Race
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You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.
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Underworms added as a playable race, courtesy of @Anlu

I'd use this site if it had a better hosting method :P
Very basic writeup for Stone Crest added

added images to all of the Race Writeups
Gargoyle Race added

Still waiting on posts from the following, closing date is tomorrow. Will move on without you if you do not post.
@Soufflegirl123
@Orynae
@Henwen
@Gowia
Okay this is tentative for the time being. Is also a bit... wordy, gonna work on that.

Were Creature Race

Thomas shot the boy a glare, considering thwapping the lad on the back of the head. He went to speak, but Jasmine cut him off, knowing his temper was close at hand again. "Proper hard working folk like our families don't need, or want, more than we already have. You could learn from Thomas here. Besides, old, fancy rings are nice and all, but those were probably already given to someone way back when. I'd rather a ring that was given to me and only me. It's much more romantic." She smiled at Thomas, having felt she defended him well enough, then continued, "And I don't really want a crown, though maybe a fancy hairpin would be nice."

Jasmine could see that Thomas had relaxed a bit, but wasn't quite back down to earth as she'd hoped. She stopped a sec, letting the young boyo pass, and elbowed her way back next to Thomas, noting the change in his demeanor immediately. Whispering to him, "This is fun, I'm glad you brought me." Continuing to follow the lantern, it looked as if another large room as ahead. She kicked a small pebble into the wall, noting the floor was much drier now. As soon as the trio were in, there was a loud rumbling and shaking. Jasmine clutched at Thomas' arm, waiting for it to end, the noise growing louder from behind them.

Gerard had been listening to Marzy, mostly enjoying the sound of her voice and the occasional bounce of her feminine figure. They could probably be a bit nicer and inclusive toward Fren, though Thomas seemed to be getting a lot more territorial when it came to other men coming near Jasmine. Surely he'd either get bold enough or she'd finally see his intentions soon. He was watching the three of them when he felt the ground begin to shake, and he saw a few motes of dust dropping from the ceiling, spiraling down right in front of his face.

Instinct kicked in, realizing what was about to happen. He turned, yelling "RUN!" He pressed his hands to Marzy's chest and pushed her backwards as large chunks of stone began to fall around him. One hit him in the back, knocking him to all fours, while he managed to get out "GO!"

A huge dust cloud filled the large chamber, as well as the tunnel on the other end of the cave-in. As it began to clear, a sputtered coughing, weak and faint, could be heard. Gerard's head and shoulders could be seen, but the rest of him was covered in heavy rubble. His breath was coming fast, as he looked toward Marzy, tears in his eyes. Voices from the other side of the rubble could be heard, but only faintly.

Full panic had set in on Jasmine, screaming loudly down the tunnel. She had no idea if Gerard and the others had been caught in the cave in, "GERARD! GERARD! Can you hear me?" Tears were already flowing down her face, as she watched Thomas immediately set to work with the pick and shovel he'd brought. But every swing brought a bit more rubble down, and weakened the ceiling more, and he knew it. Finally he stopped, causing Jasmine to yell once more, "Why'd you stop? They need our help!"

He turned, looking toward her, "Jas, if I dig anymore, I'll bury us all."

She tried to take the pick from his hands, but he held firm, and she looked at him angrily, slapping him hard across the face. "He's our brother!" She stomped away from him, heading toward the southern tunnel.

"Jas, where are you going?"

Turning and glaring at him, "To find a way back, to find Gerard. Are you going to help me or waste my time?" Thomas sighed, looking at the rubble, the rest of the group, then quickly hitched his gear again, and pulled out a torch, lighting and chasing after the redhead.

A sputtering of blood coughed its way from Gerard's lips, "Mar.. Marzy. Pro.. protect Jasm..." before falling into another fit of coughing. Then it sounded like he was laughing, but with the damage done, it sounded a lot more ominous than jovial. "Nev.. ven.. kis... a pret... gir..." You didn't have to be a doctor to realize he only had a few moments left before his spirit left his failing body.
His response nearly caused Frigette to gut him right there. What sort of weak talk was that from a hunter of Silent Rise? Especially from a drow. How had he even survived this long? Of course he hadn't noticed her, that was the entire point of being stealthy. Maybe he was just submissive toward females, she'd met a few drow like that, but it had been several years. If they hadn't been so close to the herd, she might've scoffed. Take a few and sell them? He probably knew nothing about these deer, nor how to harvest the horns.

The moment guilt passed over his face, she knew he was just another ignorant greenhorn for sure. He would honestly be better off dead if he stayed like this. But the wind might carry the scent of his blood and spook the herd. And it wasn't like she could kill him a second time if that happened. If she left him to his own devices, he'd probably just get lost and stumble back. She didn't dare take him into the trees, so it would be on foot from this point forward.

Eyes still full of ice, she hissed, "Do as I do, be silent." Moving past him, her foot falls seemed to naturally avoid twigs, leaves, plants, her balance on the balls of her feet. She skirted the bush peering around to see that the herd had relaxed a bit. An adult buck was eating within bow shot range. But she didn't draw her recurve yet, staying and watching. Turning toward the greenhorn, she mouthed wordless, using hand signals for him to simply watch the herd.
Lyle, was still nursing a hangover, had barely looked over toward the door as it nearly snapped in two. He took another long gulp from his lager, listening to the sound of the man becoming meat. Lyle was originally from Silent Rise, so he was used to the weak dominating the strong. It didn't phase him. The way the creature's claws sounded against the corpse, ground, and door, along with the snarls, he was fairly certain it was a wolf. And from the damage to the door, likely a dire wolf at that. Alone, those were child's play. In a pack, they were definitely one of the most dangerous creatures in the forest.

He drained the rest of his lager, about to hollow for more as he watched a rather short elven woman move to the raised dais that was used as a stage. He remembered her from her performance the night before. It wasn't great, but pleasant enough. However, now hardly seemed the time. The sounds of the wolf had abated, but he could still just make out its heavy breathing. He gripped his wooden stein tight, pulling his arm back to chuck it at the idiot musician, she was going to get them all killed.

Susie had seen Lyle's temper rising, and the moment his hand came up, she gripped his wrist with iron, the half-Orc part of her making her stronger than the normal human. "Easy love, don't be running off my entertainment." She'd brought a pitcher with her, topped off his drink, and swirled away with her sauntering hips that always made the men stare. There were only six people in the tavern area. Susie, Lyle, Alya, a couple of travelers from Azure Strand, and a sleeping dwarf. The travelers were chattering nervously in the corner, clearly shaken. Susie had noticed that she'd calmed down since the bard had started her song.

Lyle heard the shouts of Ebon Knights coming to the door, and what sounded like the wolf scampering off for the time being. The door was forced open, and two knights collapsed in, bloodied, sweaty, and for the most part whole. The human quickly slammed the door shut, and the white elf stumbled into a chair. They said nothing, resting, their faces absolutely stricken with panic and fear.
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