"AAAAAAAAAAAAAOof!"
Something could be clearly seen clinging to a branch of some tree.
"...trouble this time! Why can't you be SENSIBLE once in a while? Eej, are you listening to me?"
Haly grabs a box from her room. Insid she'd placed a little sculpture made of soap. It changed a lot, which she found odd, but she thought it was cool and so she put it with the other gifts.
Name: Kealie
Race: Kukonandi
Gender/Pronons/Otherapplicablethingsthatgohere: Female
Magic: Bonded to vines (she names them Eej)
Personality: Nice, I guess? Let’s say she’s like me and see where her personality goes.
Backstory: Uhh. She came from wherever the Kukonandi come from… and she travels. She’s looking for something. Lemme figure it out.
Other: Long brown hair (like she braids it to her thighs)
Kay, so we need to decide on a method of government. Are the isles where people live governed separately, or is every island it’s own ruler? Is there communication between them?
I think it would be cool to have a couple of large islands and then the rest is unexplored—some have people, others viscious jungles and such.
Another scary executive decision: We’re gonna put it to a vote. You’ll have your answer in a day (unless Channelknight isn’t back by then; we’ll wait for his go-ahead).
Facts: Archipelago. Medival. Islands where reality warps.
Considerations: tetrahedral world.
For: Haly, Unknown Novel
Against:
—Kassy
When I read these, first I can’t tell whether it’s poetry or not. Your way with words is just… there are no words. That’s all there is to it. So wonderful job.
I don’t know Warhammer. But sure, that’s actually better! Well done!
Facts: Archipelago. Medival. Weird islands around randomly where reality warps. Globe planet thing.
—Kassy
Executive deduction: we will have medival-themed magic. Maybe some of the more remote islands have weird stuff, but the basics are medival.
I’m also gonna say that there are edges to this world where reality warps.
Facts: Archipelago world. Medival based. Reality warping edges.
—Kassy
Haly: grins “No problem. Hey, so are we friends now? Wow, this must be a new record! Last time I made a friend, it took a couple days—not counting unconsciousness, of course. That would be ridiculous.” Grins
The gargantuan baby killer built a castle out of mini m&ms and tasty chickens, but they exploded when eaten by Aragorn the Flatulent who was very hungry for someone chubby to eat, thus, Galdor dragons endeavored earnestly to eavesdrop on squirmy food that's trying to prey on all evil bunnies.