...Eric you perv.

...Guilty as charged as well.

XD


and I like the a "Vivian" idea lol

I once knew a guy that got the idea to just go and eat a fairy before it has a chance to grow, or shrink you. His plan worked perfectly. Except that, he forgot human stomachs don't have the magic-nullifying properties of most predators, so the fairy started growing inside him, and, well... It made a heck of a mess, I'll say that much.

I was wondering in the desert a few weeks ago, and I found a massive pile of bones of some huge being being eaten away by thousands of insects.

If you ask me, I think it must have infuriated Quaz...

There are rumors that a recent top-seller in Negav has been imported from another world, the author claiming its substance to be his own. Unfortunately, said author is no longer available for questioning due to a mob of angry literary and mythological critics murdering the man for "a travesty against literature". A movie has recently been announced for said book.

Hey? You guys heard of the Silver Tower? I heard that a long time ago, a woman committed suicide by hanging herself in the door way. It's said once a year you can see her body all strung up.


I also heard that once a year, in Negav, a strange tree will start producing all these weird fruits rapidly. Sweet fruits, bitter fruits, minty fruits... you name it!

It's said that adventurers venturing into luminous hallows can use flashlights to attract packs of Moseuras. Who surprisingly enough make very good traveling companions, as long as you give them something in exchange such as food they'll even act as guides, sometimes even using their light based magic to ward off attacks of the group!

"Hey, you know Joey?"
"Joey, Joey... oh, that funny-talking merc with the shades who orders rainwater like a pussy?"
"Yeah. Well, look he's no pussy... don't know where he comes from, but wherever he's from they must be some nasty motherfuckers. He's survived over fifteen trips, he's a million times tougher than he looks."
"Well, what about him?"
"The other day, I saw this guy... he came into the tavern, chatted a little with the bartender, seemed taken aback by the answer. He carried some weird steel armor with black clothes, I wouldn't be caught dead in that, it didn't cover half his body, looked like it was made for his mother, or by his mother, or both. He was medium size, well muscled, and... his skin was paper white, strangest of all. Well, he started looking out loud for mercs, and Joey... well, he's usually a tough guy, but he came up to the guy and acted shy and cordial like a schoolgirl, looking for a job. The guy only had half a ruby to offer... and yet, Joey took up the job."
"Why'd he do that?"
"Well, that man looked like he knew what he was doing. That can have an effect sometimes."
"Yep..."