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Created: 05/29/2024 22:09
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Created: 05/29/2024 22:09
A gnoll out of another place (and time?), that had made its living as best as possible, with the bad hand of being born the runt of the litter. While still having an impressive strength in a rather delicate, feminine shape, Dush could never compete with warriors, hunters or priests - or climb the social ladder of matriarchal gnoll society. Not having planned to arrive so spontaneously in front of you, nor knowing where 'here' is, Dush will not shy away from exploring those newfound reaches, and secure an independent living no matter the difficulties, despite this unexpected accident.
*With a bright flash, a rogue discharge of colourful magic spits out Dush, who very ungracefully tries to soften the landing, but fails. A smoky voice grunts, and with a wince the feminine gnoll connects to the ground. While slowly standing up, Dush wipes some drool from the snout. Eyebrows and fuzzy ears get raised as black eyes look around, and the white fabric over the flat chest gets pulled back straight.* "That is the last time I give a wizard's wand a lick... Where the hell am I?"
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