A relative of the goblin, they have fish-like scales to help them improve their water based powers. These scales make for better movement and allow for water to move along their skin fluidly. Most have a human like face with bat-like features while some have beaks. Horns are found in a variety of ways on their head. Sprouting from their backs are wings that they use to patrol the city of Suregarde in the land of Conflictus. Found in the city are multiple stations where water flows from top to the bottom. Perched on these are gargoyles who keep an eye on their city. It is common to find these guardians encased in stone. The is because while they are asleep they turn into the hard substance. A simple wack to their reptilian tail, claws , or head will usually wake them up. If not, the feathers from the pigeons that perch upon them will do the trick.
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Perseverance
My apologies ahead of time that this is one of those author posts and shameless promotional propaganda, but it cannot be helped. First, a huge shout out to everyone who has become a follower on my cite; we are up to eighteen. Your support means a lot and gives me the confidence to dig my heels in the dirt and go for it. Also, I want to thank anyone who has liked any of my posts thus far. Glimmers of hope that fuel the light of a new day.
Now, to help further the development of a supporters, I encourage you to share my post with your friends and people who you think might be interested in this tale. If you have liked several of my posts and have yet to look at the one labeled, Scars and Scales (which can be found under the sample menu), I encourage you to read it. This is the first three chapters of my unpublished book that will further help you delve into the lands in Magitotum. Again, I want to stress how much you all have done for me already, and I hope that you help continue to support me.
Was that it? Is the shameless promotion over? Yes, indeed it is. So the last thing I wanted to cover is a little news of how I am still sticking through til the end for this dream. The last couple of days I had started to feel my self drift into the void of doubt and misery; the constantly tossing and turning of this will never happen and maybe I should try something else. One night of loss sleep later and I still cannot think of anything else I want to do with my life. It brings me joy to write about even the most simple of stories, a sense of finding who I am supposed to be. My trip across the valley of woe has made me realize that even if I get rejections over and over again, all it will do is make my stance even stronger. Make me fight for it so that in the end, it feels all the sweeter that my hard work is paid off. Let this be a lesson for you also. If someone says that you can’t do something, look them in the eye and tell them, “Watch me”. The only limits to one’s abilities are the ones you put on yourself.
Species Spotlight: Giants
Originally, these colossal beings were once the fire-breathing Cyclops that had fled Graecia. After mating with humans due to a special medallion that allows them to shrink, they have now diversified themselves. Four sub species of giants have emerged since their time living the Reus, the land in the clouds. Most common were the frost giants also known as the Iskjem. They were able to manipulate the water around them and freeze their opponents. Along with this power, they were able to form ice constructs to both defend and protect themselves. Another kind would be that of the Fjellpe, or stone giants. Most of the time one would never see these behemoths, since they spend most of their time sleeping. While they do this, they look like mountains. In terms of strength, they were the most physical strong of their kind. The Gjet were a type of giant that manipulates flora. Almost all of them were nudists, despite the complaints from their brethren. These giants enjoyed peaceful meadows where they watch over their sheep. Finally, there were the most radical of the modern day giants, the Gigantas. Although having no ties to the land of Graecia, they followed in the brutal tactics of their ancestors. Constantly, they trained for battle even when there was no war. Lava does not hurt them but rather heals them; thus why they have used it to bathe. These radical thinkers have claimed to always look out for the benefit of Reus, but from seeds of conflict due thorns of war grow.
Species Spotlight: Zimkon
Dragons that harness the fury of the blizzard, they have lived in Pruina where snow always covers the ground. Their powers range from frost breath, ice constructs, the ability to summon snowstorms, changing their body heat, seeing heat signatures through the cold, and being able to freeze someone in place. They can easily fly through snow storms but not with their wings. The bottom half of their bodies turn into flurries of snow that allows for better maneuverability. In appearance, most have tusks that protrude from their jaws that they can use to break ice. Down their backs, ice spikes grow slicked back with a sharpened edge. Strangely, some even have white fur that are found around their neck and down their spine. They can easily camouflage into the snow due to their patterns of blue and white scales. If you find yourself in a snowstorm, these dragons can be deadly.
A Closer Look: The Royal City of Fabulum
The city where the king has sits has long been built since before the time of the Muffet Clan. Although not the most clever of names, it has long been herald as a safe place in the land of Fabulum. As one approaches the gate to the city, they are met by two troll guards that would even frighten the most seasoned of warriors. Past the gate the city stretches into a market place where people hurry about the wooden stalls. Merchants are shouting their advertisements, as others argue with customers about prices. Past this stands a fountain where citizens come to wash their clothes. Children run around the water as some splash each other. Older citizens sit on the stone benches situated around the structure, grumbling about the world they live in. Three other stone slab roads branch from the square in the walled city. Straight leads to the castle itself that was surrounded by a moat. Armed men march on top of the tall walls that block off the castle. The other two roads lead to two different districts of the city. On the right contains sturdy, ornate, stone houses where men and women of fine clothing talk in the street. However, on the opposite side is a community of shaky wooden houses. Most of the people who live there wear tattered clothes that are too small.
Found in the poorer district is the delectable scent that comes from a humble bakery. Once one gets inside the broken door they will see a treasure trove of baked goods. A L-shaped glass counter fills half the space and shows off an array of pastries. Cookies of all sorts, brownies, and other pastries stuffs the displays. On a shelf out of reach is placed a basket of wonderfully decorated gingerbread cookies. There are two doors that stand behind the counter where one will find the proprietor. He wears plaid pants and a black shirt with a white apron tied around his waist. Round spectacles sit on the bridge of his nose which is decorated with a curled gray mustache. His bald head will shine the income sun as his green eyes meet you. To most he is known by the name of the Muffin Man and is a favorite baker of the king with his blueberry muffins.
Behind the castle one would find the royal garden where the hero known as Jack has become a successful farmer. Fruits, vegetables, flowers, and vegetation the likes none have ever seen spring from the land. Among the green, one will usually find a man in his late forties early fifties tending to the plants. He wears blue cotton overalls with many patches sewn into the tapestry. He wears no shoes and his hands are stained with soil. His shirt is a long sleeved red top that has as many holes as a leopard has spots. His tuft of brown and grey hair is covered in filth with a smudge to match on his face. This man is the hero known as Jack who nurtured the peace between Reus and Fabulum. If one walks past the initial garden and over a small wooden bridge that has a babbling brook flowing below it; they would find themselves in front a large mound of dirt. On each side are stones etched with the same strange marking upon them, like that of a leaf. This can grant one access to the land of Reus. First one must ascend a nearby hill and draw a pail of water from the well that is erected on top of it. Next they must splash the water onto the mound while shouting “Reus!” clearly and loudly. Rumbling will shake the area, as a giant bean stalk sprouts and climbs into the sky above the clouds. Only then can one scale it to reach the land of the giants. Caution is advised since one has a limited time to climb the great plant. In this way, either land prevents the other from invading.
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