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Challenge #04919-M170: The First Druid

Things that go bloom -- Spare AMitA Prompt

[AN: Ask me about The Drama(tm) over on my Discord if you really want to know. It's... complicated. And dense.]

Magic came to Alfarell when the stars fell. So too did a lot of creatures from the Plane of Magic, later named Nanogh. Some became Elves, some Brauniin, and some became Wudsgaad. The Elves sought to tame the world, the Brauniin chose to help the 'lesser' creatures[1] in secret... and the Wudsgaad went into the wilderness to become a part of it.

Literally.

They are patchwork creatures, looking like an unlikely mash of features. Antlers, snouts, fur or scales, whatever they happen to like when they were growing from a small fluff of fuzz. Genes hadn't been discovered when they were forming themselves, so they decided on their own rules. They are very much wilder than other Faekindred, and that took some time in learning.

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Challenge #04919-M170: The First Druid

Challenge #04895-M146: Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

Challenge #04635-L251: Here Comes Trouble

Challenge #04601-L217: The Last Great Lords

Challenge #04283-K265: A Start, An End

Challenge #03791-J138: A Foundation of Small Peace

Challenge #03597-I308: The Land and its Lord Are One