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Bring on the seagulls.

Anyways this is for

So here's Veno with his fluff and first challenge! Skrekill FTW!

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1. A Nachtbrag, while still a foot soldier, is of a higher rank than your character. They have told your character to go to Twistoult and steal some important medicines from their shamans. Go get them and bring them back to the Nachtbrag...or else!

Veno had been flying lost for hours. He was tired, hungry and mostly paranoid. The forest was too cramped for him and he was frustrated with himself for getting lost.

Veno had dive bombed the Shaman and stole the potion from her. Veno had completely startled her and even after his quick retreat back into the air she sat dazed for a minute wondering what had happened. He had thought he would easily get away, if not for the vengeful shaman who was determined to get her potion back. Veno was not used to the cramped space of the forest. He knew if he flew high enough out of the thick of the canopy, he could out fly the shaman but he also knew he was tired and too scared of her to even try. And so here he was three hours later gliding from tree to tree, looking all around him to check if she had continued to follow him. Even though Veno couldn’t see her, he felt her presence all around him like the fog that was beginning to settle in.

He began to panic. Veno couldn’t see the trees anymore, which meant he couldn’t see the shaman. Veno sat on a large branch and pressed himself to the trunk, praying to Vistle that he would clear the fog and bring him safely home.

Unknown to him the shaman had been following a few miles behind him all along. She would spot him ahead and would fly towards him but would lose him quickly again. She was irritated that she let such a young gryphon steal something so valuable. The shaman was determined to get back the potion no matter what. As the fog settled in, she cursed her bad luck and began to frantically search for the gryphon. Veno heard her rustling below and pressed himself even closer to the trunk, hoping she would pass him.

The sky was dark when Veno finally stirred from his spot. Veno had heard the shaman’s angry cry an hour earlier and knew she had given up. Just to be safe, Veno had waited a while longer to make sure she didn’t double back.

With a quick glance around him, Veno shot skywards and began the long trek home. The only thing on Veno’s mind when he was flying was pigeons.

Here's Veno gettin lost and the fog settling in. The shaman i made up.

Description
Bring on the seagulls.

Anyways this is for

So here's Veno with his fluff and first challenge! Skrekill FTW!

texture by

1. A Nachtbrag, while still a foot soldier, is of a higher rank than your character. They have told your character to go to Twistoult and steal some important medicines from their shamans. Go get them and bring them back to the Nachtbrag...or else!

Veno had been flying lost for hours. He was tired, hungry and mostly paranoid. The forest was too cramped for him and he was frustrated with himself for getting lost.

Veno had dive bombed the Shaman and stole the potion from her. Veno had completely startled her and even after his quick retreat back into the air she sat dazed for a minute wondering what had happened. He had thought he would easily get away, if not for the vengeful shaman who was determined to get her potion back. Veno was not used to the cramped space of the forest. He knew if he flew high enough out of the thick of the canopy, he could out fly the shaman but he also knew he was tired and too scared of her to even try. And so here he was three hours later gliding from tree to tree, looking all around him to check if she had continued to follow him. Even though Veno couldn’t see her, he felt her presence all around him like the fog that was beginning to settle in.

He began to panic. Veno couldn’t see the trees anymore, which meant he couldn’t see the shaman. Veno sat on a large branch and pressed himself to the trunk, praying to Vistle that he would clear the fog and bring him safely home.

Unknown to him the shaman had been following a few miles behind him all along. She would spot him ahead and would fly towards him but would lose him quickly again. She was irritated that she let such a young gryphon steal something so valuable. The shaman was determined to get back the potion no matter what. As the fog settled in, she cursed her bad luck and began to frantically search for the gryphon. Veno heard her rustling below and pressed himself even closer to the trunk, hoping she would pass him.

The sky was dark when Veno finally stirred from his spot. Veno had heard the shaman’s angry cry an hour earlier and knew she had given up. Just to be safe, Veno had waited a while longer to make sure she didn’t double back.

With a quick glance around him, Veno shot skywards and began the long trek home. The only thing on Veno’s mind when he was flying was pigeons.

Here's Veno gettin lost and the fog settling in. The shaman i made up.