VANARA

[soulping]

A knot of wild shrubbery closes off a plain stone alcove big enough for your team and...surprisingly tall. In fact, several feet above all your heads, a small stormcloud hovers, grumbling with faint thunder.

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SUBMIT

[soulping]

 

Re: SUBMIT

[hatebound]

- You will always confuse the salt and sugar and ruin your coffee and eggs
- No matter what you speak, it will come out in song
- May you trip on every fifth step you take

Re: SUBMIT

[soulping]

The curses float up into the air as you speak them and whirl lazily around beneath the cloud above.