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That Terrible Trumpeting, That Questing BeastWhat am I pursuing in all this writing and re-writing? There is a noise, a call, the sound of laughter and a tale well-told. It looms just over the horizon, taunting me ever on. As soon as I crest the hill... gone. There is joy in planting a tree, in watching it grow, but what a tragedy to let the fruit rot on the limb. These games are meant to be played. Folks of LuneOld Ideas... Tinfolk - People of clockwork and churning gears. They often adventure to find new parts in the ancients' wreckage. Once a year, they must be oiled and rewound at their great waterwheel. Frogs - Sentient humanoid frogs. Incredibly loyal, but they never forget a broken oath. Dreamers - Elves fresh woken from a dream they cannot recall. Half-mad, ever seeing two worlds, unable to focus on either. Strangers - Folk from over the mountains. Monster PartsI like class features that steal rampantly from monsters. My fighters take trophies. My witches can give monster…

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