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"Your highness?"


    

Commander Dek rolled his eyes. "Still don't get why the

hell

you tier call me 'highness' and not

The
Tier Knight Nobody
else would have found it heavy. Teleclus really couldn't help
but think about that fact. This wasn't even a very big
jug. In fact, it was maybe a third of the size of a regulation jug.
He'd been lucky that they'd been willing to make him one, or that
they even had one this small. Probably wasn't originally intended to
be
a jug. He plopped it down on the grass, gasping for
air. The jug itself was so heavy he had trouble lifting it
when it was in his backpack, and this wa

Amber
Prison "H-holy!
HOLY!" What
is
that?! What what what what is that and what is it doing here?! Now
granted, things like this were precisely
why Tyndareos was here. He was a patrol guard - one of three tier
designated for this vital position. Without the patrol guards, an
invasive creature - such as this one - would be free to ambush the
village. He was one of the very few lines of 'defense' the tier had
- as almost any
creature could probably empty the village if they arrived

Within
Metal Orcs This
was impossible. Sure,
most of their attacks weren't getting through. That much /was/
pretty normal - it was a Metal orc, after all. I mean sure, all orcs
could fight like ten men - most of these Earth orcs had been present
at the raid on Castlekeep, which pretty much ended the relevance of
humanity on the continent. They were strong enough to shake the very
foundations of the world. But metal orcs worshipped
battle. They weren't at all the strongest of orcs, they weren

Bait There
he was. Jalson was already licking his lips.
Teeeeeeeechnically, he was just scouting - looking around to make
sure nothing hostile was around. After all, it was exclusively due
to vigilant patrols by he and the other soldiers that kept the towns
safe from the hawkmen. But seriously, he was here because he
smelled another tier. Tier were the best
things ever.
They were like... like, wandering treats. Weren't all that fast.
No natural weapons. Exceptionally
delicious. Went into

Ziibi:
Racial Analysis - TierRacial
Name: TierPlural: TierPossessive: TierCategorization:
Beastman, NomadGender Ratio: Races in this setting are entirely
maleAverage Height: 0'10" - 1'4" (25 - 41cm)Adulthood:
15Average Lifespan: ~35 years, as it's really hard to
tellMaximum lifespan: ~110 years, as it's again really hard to
tell Quick
Overview Tier
are timid, tiny furred beastmen who find themselves almost completely
defenseless in the world as a whole. They are nomads, meaning those

The
Ceremony - 1 "Careful,
little buddy." The calm, gentle way the sentence was
stated was in direct contrast to the orc's actions; Alan was grabbed
fiercely by the back of his neck and yanked away with such force that
it made his head spin. This preceded the echoing thud
as the orc's club smashed into the dirt where Alan had just been
standing. A zudku plant. Kind of like a Venus flytrap, but
infinitely more vicious... to tier, anyway. When you were only
slightly larger than a hous

Keeper "W-wait!" The
titanic greenskin did no such thing. The diminutive fox-like
creature in his hand struggled, flailing as much as he could, but
there was no way something that was maybe a foot tall was getting out
of the iron grip of an eight foot tall orc. The orc gave a
grin. "You go down, little tier." He grunted,
before shoving the tier in his mouth. The tier tried to
grab hold of the orc's hand. "M-Maui! Wait!" He cried
out, but his pleas went unheed

Ziibi's
D&D racial stats, and a brief list of what the races do. More
flavor text will come later.Changelog:- 11/23/12 -
Ruach recieved 'Spirit's Guidance' , 'Soul Lock', and 'Communal
People'. Now I'm happier with them as a race. - Ruach can now be
small or medium. I'll see how that works out conceptually. -
Augur's Blessings of the Six Gods got savagely beaten with the nerf
bat. - Augur's Divine Attunement doesn't work on negative-energy
things, or animate dead in specific. (I'm search