JSB says:
 Or something from AnimeNext
 There was a girl there covered only in caution tape. It was kinda weird. Interesting, but weird
masterroy says:
 That happens here too
 they call it halloween
JSB says:
 Very limited amound of cation tape
 She was practically nude
masterroy says:
 they call that valentines day
JSB says:
 I don't know how she was let in
masterroy says:
 christmas.
JSB says:
 Oh, and there was a Ryoga cosplayer, I was happy
masterroy says:
 thanksgiving.
masterroy says:
 Ryoga was a distant relative
JSB says:
 Distant relative to who?
 or what?
masterroy says:
 the girl.
JSB says:
 How distant?
 Beginning of time distant?
masterroy says:
 very distant
 until he showed up, then he was close.
JSB says:
 whatever good night
 I should be sleepings
masterroy says:
 yep
 gnightmares

====== Created Using Wizards of the Coast D&D Character Builder ======
Tae Syl'esril, level 15
Drow, Sorcerer, Essence Mage
Build: Storm Sorcerer
Spell Source: Storm Magic
Darkfire: Darkfire Charisma

FINAL ABILITY SCORES
Str 16, Con 16, Dex 18, Int 14, Wis 14, Cha 21.

STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Str 15, Con 13, Dex 13, Int 13, Wis 12, Cha 17.


AC: 24 Fort: 22 Reflex: 23 Will: 27
HP: 98 Surges: 11 Surge Value: 24

TRAINED SKILLS
Arcana +14, Athletics +15, Bluff +17, Diplomacy +17

UNTRAINED SKILLS
Acrobatics +11, Dungeoneering +9, Endurance +10, Heal +9, History +9, Insight +9, Intimidate +14, Nature +9, Perception +9, Religion +9, Stealth +15, Streetwise +12, Thievery +11

FEATS
Level 1: Arcane Spellfury
Level 2: Battle Hardened
Level 4: Improved Initiative
Level 6: Vistani Heritage
Level 8: Durable
Level 10: Superior Implement Training (Quickbeam staff)
Level 11: Danger Sense
Level 12: Shadowborn
Level 14: Lightning Arc

POWERS
Sorcerer at-will 1: Dragonfrost
Sorcerer at-will 1: Lightning Strike
Sorcerer encounter 1: Pinning Bolt
Sorcerer daily 1: Dazzling Ray
Sorcerer utility 2: Sorcerous Sirocco
Sorcerer encounter 3: Dancing Lightning
Sorcerer daily 5: Reeling Torment
Sorcerer utility 6: Swift Escape
Sorcerer encounter 7: Thunder Wyrm's Jaws
Sorcerer daily 9: Bounding Bolt
Sorcerer utility 10: Maiden's Waking
Sorcerer encounter 13: Primordial Storm (replaces Pinning Bolt)
Sorcerer daily 15: Lightning Daggers (replaces Reeling Torment)

ITEMS
Adventurer's Kit, Alchemical Reagents (Arcana), Belt Pouch (empty), Camouflaged Clothing, Chain (10 ft.), Flint and Steel, Flask (empty), Journeybreads (10), Journeybread, Blackflock Robe Githweave Armor +3, Elven Cloak +2, Psychokinetic Dagger +2, Arcanist's Glasses (heroic tier), Magic Wand +2
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Tae may come off as perpetually angry, though she tries hard to be like other non-drow races. She feels conflicted about her father and surface elves; though she was taught to hate them, after learning that she was partially one, she has been curious to know their ways, and, if her father was any example, their kindness. She feels a desire to find her father’s people, and leave the Drow, but her paranoia is so ingrained that she fears what would happen to her should she actually find them. She hates everyone she knows, and has no friends, only servants and mutually useful acquaintances (until said use runs out). When she thinks of her father, she is overcome with grief and regret, which she prides herself on as being alien to drow, as far as she knows.

Her way of life has taught her to be in constant motion unless she is totally alone, which is the only time she can comfortably read something, because of the attention it demands. Out of habit she constantly checks her belongings for both magical and mundane traps. She respects power, and loathes with a passion the lazy. She finds it hard not to sneer at anyone whose appearance indicates inactivity, and outright scowls at the obese. She marvels at how such creatures can possibly exist.

Born in the underdark, as the daughter of a elf slave and the head of a prestigious house of Drow, Tae was treated by most drow as a blot on the race despite her position in the house. From the time she was born, far more than the any single drow can claim to have been, she was faced with the dangers of being assassinated; either through violent attacks, poisoning, or whatever method the dark elves could find. However, because of this, most of her black-skinned sisters had to admit that she became the perfect picture of night elf persona; paranoid even around her own family members and servants, and capable of detecting and fending off murder attempts, as more than any other, doing so was her daily routine.

Tae despised her lifestyle and sought to rebel against it, but she could not think of any way to, short of killing herself. When she turned twelve years old, she began to search for her father, whose identity her mother had hidden from her, hoping to forge a connection with him in weak hopes to rebel against a matriarchal society.

When Tae reached the age of thirteen years, her mother forced her to torture her one of her house’s servants – a male elf - to death, over a period of thirty-one days, without knowing who he was. In his last minutes, however, when she was alone with him, he smiled at her through all of his pain and called her his daughter, at which point Tae realized why she had suffered so much in her short life, and why everyone was out to kill her.

Confused and reeling, she watched in silence as he, after raising a hand to cup her face just once, left the world forever.

She was furious at how the House Mother had toyed with her, and how she had been forced to propagate a society she’d come to loathe, and she confronted her mother. Her mother admitted the truth to her then, and she was suddenly overcome with a dizzying rage and attempted to kill the woman, but ultimately failed. Afterwards, her hatred for the black skinned elves only increased and in retaliation she began to murder those around her by their own insidious methods, her hatred driving her to venge herself on them. And thus it was in doing so that she grew into the ideal drow herself; coldhearted and all too willing to kill any who would get in her way and at the same time capable of surviving the hellish city life full of people out to kill her all the same.

Just as her mother had planned when she'd chosen to use elf stock for a child.

Planet Earth; Unknown City, Unknown District; St. Anwyll's Hospital; August 26, 8:57 p.m., 2010 A.D.

Boss Roy woke up almost immediately, his eyes shooting open to the painful white of a hospital. Only it was less white and more a conglomeration of grays, and light blues and pinks and greens mixed in with white.

He took note of the fact that he was in a hospital bed, dressed in a hospital gown, and with none of his familiar clothing around him.

"The hell... where am I!?" He frowned as his head suddenly started hurting viciously, and then turned and hopped out of the bed, ignoring the beeping of the equipment that had been hooked up to him.

He walked over to the curtain that was separating him from another patient, and opened it, seeing...

Melanthe flitted away from the beast as he appraised it with an expert eye.

Fjumvndolr was mid-roar of rage from the last attack, and raising a paw/claw/thing with which to crush one of the two men standing before it.

"Uh-oh," he muttered when the thing's limb impacted the glass bridge with enough force to shatter it near instantly. Chunks of glass flew around wildly, and he quickly flew over to his 'client' and grabbed her by the shirt, then started flying towards the edge of the bridge. The force of the sandnado kept everything moving upwards, however, leaving them in what looked like a free-fall, but they were actually still moving up.

And then they emerged from the top of the sandnado, into an area that looked like a small sand lake, with a large harbor at the edge, an ocean of stars and planets littering the distance. Men and women at the harbor all turned to look at the sounds of something popping out from beneath the sand, and instead of a ship or boat or flying whale or whatever they were expecting, they instead laid eyes on the glass bridge halves, Fjumvndolr, and three people, one of which appeared to be mysteriously hanging in the air by her shirt.

"Get me out of here!" Pinkel whisper-yelled, looking up at the small fairy.

"What? But I've gotta fight that thing," He said.

"Get. Me. Out. Of. Here! Now!"

Melanthe sighed and shrugged, then started flying away, the little girl in hand.

"SO YOU THINK TO TAKE ON FJUMVNDOLR," The massive creature growled. "KNOW THAT THIS IS A MISTAKE, AND SHALL BE YOUR LAST."

And then, the beast held its claws up above its head, and foul, eldritch energies began to gather between its palms. Like the black sphere of nightmares that preluded Fjumvndolr's own arrival, the sphere grew and grew, and soon, the howling of creatures not from that world could be heard. The dark energies coalesced into a sphere, and bestial monstrosities began pouring out of it all around them, in a spiral.

"MY SERVANTS. DEVOUR EVERY MORTAL IN THIS HARBOR. LEAVE NONE ALIVE."

Pinkel cursed as the bridge suddenly went up into the air. She'd thought she'd made it through to the other side, but the sandnado had just thinned out, instead, leaving her stranded on what was now the closest thing to the word "Death Trap" that she'd ever been in.

"SO... HOW SHOULD I DO THIS? THE THREE OF YOU HAVE SUCH A DELECTABLE SCENT... AND YES, I KNOW YOU'RE THERE, GIRL."

The pink haired teen went white as sheet and looked up at the creature from her place at the very end of the bridge.

She'd been... so close. So close.

That meant she had no choice. If she was going to have to stand and fight... she'd need to let him out...

And then she reached into her shirt and pulled out a small bottle. Inside was the sleeping figure of a handsome man.

She opened the bottle and dumped it on the ground. He fell down on his face and then groaned sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Ugh... what time is it?"

"It's time for you to get me out of here!" She said. "You're a fairy or something, right? Use some magic!"

Melanthe looked up at the crazy girl who'd captured him in a bottle sometime the night before.

"Are you crazy? Why would I help you?" He shook his head and stood up. "Besides, I'm not a magic type. I'm a warrior type! Even if the guild laws say I have to help you if you can catch me, I'm not really capable of magicking you out of here," He said, looking around. "Where are we, anyway?"

Pinkel sank down to her knees and held her face. That was it. Unless she jumped off and learned how to fly, she was going to become that thing's poop.

"Hey, what's with that giant monster over there, anyway? Is there a fight to be had or something?" Melanthe asked, floating up before her. "I did say I'm a warrior type, you know."

"Just do whatever you can," She sighed.

"Right, Gotcha," Melanthe said before a Miniature Great-Axe appeared in his grasp, by magic. Then he disappeared.

When Fjumvndolr's left eye suddenly splattered, having been cut in half, the creature screamed and then held up a hand to its face. Though it was already rapidly regenerating, the pain left it incredibly angry and ready to maim and eat whatever had just done that to it.

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHO DARES SO COWARDLY ATTACK ME?!"

Fjumvndolr licked its chops as it started after them, tongue lolling out of its mouth. The creature was not at all slowed by the fact that the only way after them was by running on the small glass bridge that they were moving towards.

"NOW NOW, DON'T RUN, TASTY MORSELS. THERE ARE FAR WORSE FATES THAN PASSING THROUGH THE GREAT FJUMVNDOLR'S BOWELS. YOU SHOULD BE HONORED THAT I DO NOT SIMPLY BANISH YOU TO THE VOID OF NFESTR KADUS. THOSE DIRTY MIND FLAYERS HAVE SIMPLY HAVE NO SENSE OF FINESSE."

Fjumvndolr roared in delight as he felt the priests in his belly digesting. His strength was returning after all of these long eons! He could only return to his perfect form with the help up a multitude of virginal sacrifices, but hell, he hadn't felt this good since the Beginning of Ages!

"WHERE ARE YOU, TASTY MORSELS? FJUMVNDOLR CAN NO LONGER WAIT TO DINE ON YOUR SUCCULENT FLESH." As the creature said this, it crashed through more walls until it was finally outside of the temple.

There! Three little creatures, trying to escape!

"DELICIOUS, DELICIOUS MORTALS! MY BELLY CALLS TO YOU!"

"GROAWERRAWGG! NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OF FJUMVNDOLR THE VORACIOUSLY HUNGRY!" There was another roar and the creature suddenly bound towards a wall, and... simply burst through, since it had all the strength of a sand castle compared to it.

Pinkel sighed as she stood up and stared out at the raging sandnado that was keeping the temple safe from intruders... and also locking her in with that god-demon monster thing.

"GNAT, SHOW YOURSELF, THAT THE GREAT FJUMVNDOLR MAY CRUSH YOU, AND I WILL BE SURE TO DEVOUR YOU QUICKLY."

Pinkel simply turned and started running towards the sandnado without a second thought, being sure to lower her goggles and cover her mouth with a piece of cloth. The intense winds full of sand rubbed up against her angrily with all the force and heat of... a really fierce sandnado.

Almost ten seconds in and her skin was almost completely raw, but that was much better than being digested by some kind of monster from the abyss.
Ten more seconds later and she was through the sandnado, and much worse for the wear. Sand in her hair, clothes, shoes, and even some had gotten into her goggles. It was on her skin, which was now raw everywhere and hurting like hell. There was sand in her ears and nose, her buttcrack and between her toes, sand in her fingernails and sand in her bellybutton. She was really starting to get tired of all of this Roy damned sand.

Fjumvndolr swatted the charging young man out of the way with an absent claw and turned back to his feast of sand priests.

"WAIT YOUR TURN, FOOL. I MUST DEVOUR THESE DELICIOUS PRIESTS FIRST!" The monster grabbed one particular screaming man and, without ceremony, pulled the man apart at the stomach. Before the man's screams could even cease, it brought the torso, with organs hanging, to its mouth, and sucked the juice and organs into its mouth, promptly ending the man's pained cries. "THESE MORTALS ARE PARTICULARLY DELECTABLE. PERHAPS I SHALL SAVE SOME FOR THE LARDER."

Seeing the door slashed to bits miliseconds before she could get through it, Pinkel leapt away from it and looked up at it in surprise. She turned around and looked the room over, the sounds of a grisly death making their way to her ears and she winced.

'Okay, the way I see it,' She thought, looking the room over, 'I've got about forty seconds before that thing is done making breakfast, lunch, and dinner out of sand priests and mercenaries and who knows how many before this place falls apart completely. Thirty seconds to dig through this mess, or find another exit.'

She quickly looked around the room and found, to her dismay, that the only other exit was on the opposite side of the monolithic room - behind Mr. Voracious, which was definitely not the direction she wanted to go. That left digging.

She quickly started digging through the sand that was once a door with all four of her arms, sending a solid stream of sand behind her. Not a moment later, as the sounds of bones crunching and a man's fading shrieks reached her ears, she disappeared behind the sand.

A moment later she popped out on the other side of the door and continued digging her way through until she was free.

Back in the summoning room, Fjumvndolr was nearly finished with its bite-sized treats. It grabbed one of the fleeing, terrified sand priests by the leg and tossed it straight up into the air, then opened its mouth. The priest fell into its gullet and was swallowed instantly, the sounds of his screams vanishing.

"DELICIOUS. MORTAL FLESH IS ALWAYS BEST WITH COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF TERROR TO LIVEN THE FLAVOR." It reached down and grabbed three or four priests in its free hand and started stuffing its mouth with them as quickly as possible.

Pinkel looked up at an elaborate alter appraisingly as she approached it. There were six thin columns that rose towards the ceiling, arranged in a half circle, with the ones closer to the center taller than the others. Inside the half circle was a glowing rune of some sort that made a complete circle within the columns. She approached it and frowned as she looked it over. Something about it seemed... familiar, but she couldn't... she couldn't place what it was.

"I've never... seen this before..." She muttered as she looked it over with narrowed eyes.

There was suddenly a flash, and she could see it. A monstrous figure that stood on four legs and had a short, animalistic snout-face with long incisors that stuck out of its mouth. The creature roared down at her with a great deal of menace and-

It was over just as suddenly as it began. She instantly took a step back, alarm rushing over her.

"What the hell was that?!" She cried out, looking around, bewilderment plain on her face. "Is that thing here?"

She frowned, not seeing another moving thing in the vast chamber, and, satisfied, shook her head and went back to what she'd been doing. She looked over at the altar again and blinked; those floating, yellow gems hadn't been there the first time she'd looked at it...

She walked over to it and inspected it. Only one of the floating gems was yellow; the other two were either orangeish-red or transparent.  The three gems were floating around in a circle formation, equidistant from one another.

She lowered her goggles onto her eyes and looked them over-

And was blinded.

"Ack!" She quickly removed the goggles and then rubbed her eyes, then stared the gems over. "Hmmm... that's... probably best left alone. A shame, they look valuable."

With that, she shrugged and turned, walking away from the Altar. As she looked around, she noticed that the alter seemed to be set inside of a larger version of itself - she was now facing six much larger stone pillars, and, now that she looked, the ground seemed to have the same rune -

When she reached the center of the runic circle, there was a sudden burst of light and she quickly raised all four of her arms to block her face.

The ground began to shake heavily and sand fell from the ceiling and started to cloud up around her.

"Damn, it's a trap!" She quickly looked around for a way out, and started running towards the side, when suddenly the walls of the runic circle on the floor shot up towards the ceiling. There was a sudden, glow of light rising up towards the ceiling from the floor and she was blinded again.

When the light faded, she quickly looked around and noticed that she was in a room full of people. There were several sand priests, and apparently two mercenaries, hired to protect them from whatever.

Not only that, but she noticed that altar from below and its larger half had joined her in the room, only the altar had grown in size to match the other half of the circle, as had the three floating stones. The three, now man-sized floating stones began to spin around in a circle, faster, faster, and faster, before lightning and sand started to flow around the room with a violent wind. Pinkel fought to stand up and held her arms up to protect her face as she looked over at the gems and noticed a small, growing sphere of black energy growing in the center. A malevolent energy, blacker than midnight and more chaotic than a raging newborn star cluster nebula flowed out from the sphere in a spiral.

"GROAAWWRRRWRRRRRR!!!!"

Pinkel nearly lost control over her bodily functions as she heard the soul splitting roar. Suddenly, the face of the creature she'd seen before poked out from the sphere and glared at all of those present before letting loose another roar.

"RAWWWWRRGGGGGRRGGGG!!!!"

The sphere quickly began to grow in size and the creature started reaching out of the sphere. She turned to run and there was an explosion of energy that knocked her off of her feet. As she tried to stand, there was yet another shockwave, more powerful, more deafening than the last.

Finally, she turned to look up as the powerful winds became even stronger, pushing her away from the sphere before there was one final shockwave of pressure that bore down on her and the black sphere exploded, leaving one menacing monster standing in its center.

The creature had odd markings up and down its body. It was a somewhat cat-like quadraped, with a small head and large upper torso and smaller hind end. The monster had metallic armor over its silver, red, and gold body,  and its eyes glowed with a terrible, terrible menace.

The creature growled, and the entire room vibrated with its fervor.

"FOOLISH MORTALS. YOU KNOW NOT WHAT YOU HAVE STIRRED. KNOW TERROR, FOR I, FJUMVNDOLR THE VORACIOUS, HAVE COME TO DEVOUR YOUR FLESHLING BODIES AND SOULS." The creature roared once more at an intense volume and raised one massive paw before slamming it into the ground, sending a shockwave around the room. It stood up on its hind-legs and held up a hand, and an equally imposing blade appeared in its grip by magic.

Pinkel was already crawling towards what appeared to be the nearest exit on all six of her limbs, at a rapid, rapid speed.

Pinkel sighed as she sifted through the "treasures" in the ancient sand temple's catacombs. Everything was made of sand, glass, or glass with sand inside of it. It'd been fairly easy getting in; she knew that a place so impossibly guarded had to have some sort of alternative passage or some sort for the actual owners of the place to get in, and had decided that she'd just wait for the group of priests to show up and light the way. After seeing how they did it, she quickly moved to follow them, watching carefully for traps and the like. Once inside, she made her way down the hall to the right, looking for the obvious vault where they'd be keeping their precious relics.

Only thing was... it was all made of either glass or sand. Her goggles told her that they were all magical in nature, but they were certainly... bland in design. Baubles and nothing more, to be sure, worthy of being sold only to someone with a sand fetish.

So where was she going to find the real goods? Temples like this had to have something big that they were tying down...

She sighed as she stood up and inspected the items in each of her four hands. An hourglass, a glass grail, a glass sword, and a small pouch that was spilling sand from its pores endlessly. If anything, the pouch seemed to be the most valuable since it had some sort of infinity spell on it, but all it did was make sand.

"Hmm..." She held dropped the other things and they clattered on the floor. The pouch was held shut by a drawstring and nothing more, but something about it nagged at her.

She lowered her goggles onto her eyes and looked it over.

"Hmm..."

The young thief pulled the pouch open and looked inside. Unsurprisingly, she saw sand inside. Strange though, was the fact that the sand had stopped leaking out...

She emptied the pouch of sand and then closed it again, and waited.

Nothing happened.

Her goggles told her the magic was still there, but there was still no sand pouring out.

"Strange thing," She muttered. "I'll figure it out." She popped it into her pocket and then turned and looked the rest of the room over, then sighed, running her upper left arm through her hair.  "Back to the trash pile. Damned sand people," She muttered.

Shindig City Ruins - Sewers; Monday January 21st, 7:25 P.M.

Project slammed his fist into Xero's back several times and the man coughed up some semi-solid muck. Roy winced; he just hoped the guy's sense of taste wouldn't be working when he woke up.

"We haven't much time, but we're almost there." The girl said, looking at him. "Your friends are waiting for us in..." Her eyes glowed blue for a moment. "A service tunnel that leads to the surface. You can stop there for the night, come on!" She said, turning and walking.

Project just nodded and slung the poor bastard named Xero over his shoulder before following after her.

Humans: Humans, Clearly.

Tetra: Humanoids with two pairs of arms. Both sets of limbs are fully functional, and to fully take advantage of this their brains have multi-tasking hardwired into them more than any other race. They are crafty and intelligent, and widely known for their large stake in the field of magi-technology, both new and historic. They are more frail than humans. Though the Tetra do have a home country, they are spread out all over the world, but to a lesser extent than humans. Tetra society is somewhat different from traditional countries. The majority of Tetra, especially those more close to the home country of Tefallasa, tend to find enjoyment in tinkering with objects and trying to find new uses for them.

They are curious by nature, and in turn many of them tend to have an obsessive interest in one or more particular subjects. Because of their affinity for logic and systems, the subjects tend to be a form of science, be it technological, biological, astronomical, chemical, or whatever, but this is not always the case. Many of them have turned their intense focus on different subjects, and second to the sciences in popularity are the arts, followed by philosophy and magicks - both of which some argue can be understood as well as any science. Though not common, it isn't too hard to find a Tetra who decided, in one form or another, turned to physical aspects of life, and thanks to their natural ability at multitasking, and extra limbs, they can have powerful offensive combat abilities.

Because of their pursuit of knowledge, most Tetra attend some form of schooling from the time they are young children to young adulthood before going off to explore unique subjects in depth, or working with teams of familiar friends on similar projects. Some even continue to study in school and record their research for others in large databases.

Space Imps: Space Imps are native the the Space Imp Chainmoon known as Hellion, and come in many different breeds. They do, however, share several universal traits with each other. All Space Imps possess long, prehensile ears, which are tipped with a variety of shapes depending on their breed. Similarly, they all possess long, prehensile tails, which are also tipped with a variety of shapes depending on their breed. Space Imps Range in colors, size, and other physical characteristics or personalities as well. They all are, however, considered somewhat eccentric by the other races. The breeds of Space Imps are separated into several Tribes. Those Tribes are the Star Imps, the Comet Imps, and the Moon Imps.

Star Imps are essentially the Magically Inclined Tribe, and have Star-Shaped tips on their ears and tails. They have black skin, with star-shaped splotches of white or gray. Additionally, they have yellow, orange or red eyes. Star Imps are very small, in fact being the smallest of the Space Imp breeds. Their bodies are short and slender, most Star Imps being no more than a hundred pounds - Which is considered heavy for them, as most range closer to eighty. The Star Imps are absolutely obsessed with Stars, usually basing their magic around making use of their power in some manner. Some even worship the Stars, while others are merely fascinated by them.

Comet Imps are essentially the Physically Inclined Tribe, and have Comet-Shaped tips on their ears and tails. They have dark blue skin, with light blue pointed bone-like protrusions similar to a comet's tail on their joints - Elbows, shoulders, and so on. These protrusions are usually not very large, at most an inch long. These Space Imps have blue or black eyes. Comet Imps are larger, and are actually the largest of the Space Imp breeds. Their bodies are just below an average humans in height and are of similar build, most being around one hundred and fifty pounds - Although some are lighter at around one hundred and thirty pounds, and are considered runts by other Comet Imps. The Comet Imps are absolutely obsessed with Comets, finding them to be a symbol of raw physical power for some reason. Like Star Imps, some Comet Imps worship Comets while others simply enjoy them.

Moon Imps are essentially the Mentally Inclined Tribe, and have Moon-Shaped tips on their ears and tails. These Space Imps are solid white, and are rather nondescript. Moon Imps have white or gray eyes. Moon Imps are between Star and Comet Imps when it comes to size, being the Medium Build of the Space Imp Breeds. They are rather plain in stature and build, being between Star and Comet imps in height and physique, and usually are around one hundred and twenty in terms of weight - There is very little variation between individual Moon Imps, for some unknown reason. The Moon Imps are absolutely obsessed with Moons, are are in fact responsible for creating the Chainmoon setup Hellion is known for today. Again, some Moon Imps worship Moons while others merely like them.

Space Elves: To be filled out.


Space Creatures are beings capable of living in the void of space itself. These creatures include but are not limited to Space Whales, which eat Space Plankton, Space Lobsters, Space Dragons, Giant Space Crabs, and Space Turtles.

Sandwind: A planet composed entirely of Sand and Wind, it was formerly known as The Land of Sand and Wind until everyone got tired of saying such a mouthful. Sandwind is plagued by Sand or Wind based weather constantly, such as Sand-Filled Tornado's that have been dubbed Sandados by some. This has been done with many things, but some refuse to add the Sand afix as they find it stupid. Most creatures native to Sandwind have some form of Sand Motif, and it is the native home of the dreaded Sandies. Sandies are like Zombies in appearance, but are actually Sand Constructs made when the Sand and the planets Magical Energies mix the right way. Sandies desire to turn what few things are not sand on Sandwind into sand, leaving nothing that is not Sand left in the entire planet.

Space Elf Communicluster: There is no Space Elf planet as it was abandoned long ago. They now live in a cluster of homes that float out in space that are all tied together. They purposely live with no gravity because the believe Gravity holds them to something they don't need. Under certain circumstances will the space Elves ever set foot on gravity. Most income and supplies are either A: Stolen off of passing ships, or B: Traded for with other countries. The Space elves are well known for their trading and bartering skills however, and have a talent of getting ahold of anything a buyer might want. The Communicluster is constantly under protection of a giant magic barrier. Any ship not related to the space elf ships entering will cause the Communicluster to warp somewhere else in the greatness of space. Unfortunately, as they do live without the use of gravity, their bone density is severely lacking in comparison to other races. As such, they have to where metal supports along their entire body in order to not completely be crushed by even a bit of gravity.

Starwood: Rather than a planet, this is a dense conglomeration of asteroids which is pouplated by otherworldly trees whose fruit glow with magical colors, reminescent of stars in the sky at night. The trees themselves are pitch black unless they are exposed to sunlight, and take on a glassy sheen. Native to the Starwood is a host of many creatures, but namely, tis the location of the Celestial Fey, small fairies whose bodies glow with a bright light that corresponds to their emotion. Because of the low gravity of the asteroids, it is easily possible for them to move from one asteroid to the next. The nature of their powers of flight isn't entirely based on their wings, though; as the gravity of the asteroids is weaker than other places.

Tetra Ringworld: The closest thing the Tetra have to a homeworld is actually an artificial one; one made with the technology of their ancient ancestors that none have been able to replicate or understand since. The world maintains itself entirely, with an artificial climate and weather control system. There are a host of organisms on the ringworld, which allows the Tetra to live as close to a natural life as possible. The age of the ringworld is unknown but without a doubt extremely ancient, as it is mentioned in texts of other ancient culture from other worlds. The Tetra love a good puzzle, and it can be said that the one they focus on most is the origin of their world - and themselves - and so they have massed a library of material that describes the Ringworld from other races.

Space Imp Chainmoon: The harsh moon-like world the Space Imps originate from, known as Hellion, that is controlled by the Moon Imp Tribe of the Space Imps. Thanks to it's poor resources and the nature of it's creatures - Space Imps included - the Space Imps often have to take from other places, legitimately or by force. Not technically a planet, as it lacks the proper size to be labeled one, Hellion is orbited by several small meteor-like miniature moons that have been forcibly chained to the planet. These Mini Moons are captured and brought to the planet, in order to harvest the minerals they have, and chained into orbit around the planet using a form of Magical Binding - Though the chains are physical enough. This is why it is called a "Chainmoon". The Hellion Kingdom is ruled by the Moon Imp Family, who swindled the considerably dumber but much more physically powerful Comet Imps out of it. As such, the Moon Imp's rule over all the rest, but actually do a halfway decent job of handling Diplomatic Relations with other Kingdoms - Despite always trying to swindle them whenever they do.