Epic Mutated Shoulder Pets

So I was messing around with my shoulder pets. You know, those 20-something shoulder pets that I have in my vault. As you may already know, I am an avid collector of those pets. I just enjoy how they sit perched on my shoulders as I go about my day.

Sometimes they whisper promises of glory and riches to me, but I’m not sure if I should always listen.

“The Eastern Deadlands. You want to go to the Eastern Deadlands.” One time I followed that advice and was made into human jam. I was basically breakfast spread for Fyakki’s and their toast – or whatever they eat for breakfast. Hold on, if it’s never morning in the Deadlands, do they eat breakfast? That’s something I’ll have to research another time.

Anyway, as I was saying, I was messing around finding the perfect combination of pets on my shoulders, when all of a sudden, my cow and my spider pets had cloned themselves and become to mutated pets. I kid you no!

I mean, just look at the screenshot. What even is this!

I thought it was funny, until they began making creepy, hissing sounds, as if they could just swallow me whole. It’s not really funny anymore. Please get them off me. I’m serious. Hello? ANYONE THERE? HELP!

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Out for a Walk

So I was taking a stroll the other day. You know, checking on the empty surroundings of the fabled Scorpion Island. I say fabled, because its existence is somewhat a hot topic among scholars and scribes. You see, while people claim to have been there, most are reluctant to believe them.

Personally, I have been there. No, really, I’m serious! And I saw not a soul for many miles. The very little civilization that exists on that island is long since abandoned.

However, I stumbled upon this! This, meaning look at the screenshot above. I thought to myself, “Hmm, I wonder what kind of builders used to live on this gods-and-bipeds-and-dragons-forsaken island. I mean, they must have really had a blast, because surely something went wrong with the construction of that pavement.

I studied it for a while. It’s an intricate piece of work, I must admit.

Just like the fabled existence of the Scorpion Island, it suddenly dawned upon me that what I was looking at might not be real at all. Maybe this pavement is also subject to discussion among the scholars.

I mean, if the island doesn’t exist, surely the pavement here doesn’t either!

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Aradoth, who?

I was but a babe when I first heard of Lesser Aradoth. Oh I remember the times. Back when Sand Beetles were still a thing! (They still are, but they got fancier with a new name).

But then, then there was Aradoth Frontier. And I thought to myself, well, surely this Aradoth person must be just that, a person! Why else name it Aradoth?

Guess what! I found him the other day. He was prowling about on the Guild Isles. I don’t know what his purpose was, I’ve no idea why he was hostile towards me, I don’t know why he’s even a Sslik, and I certainly have no clue as to how he’s holding a crossbow and a staff at the same time in the same hand. Ssliks must have some seriously nimble thumbs and good grip on their hands. Scaled monstrosities 1 – 0!

Speaking of scales, you’d think Aradoth was a dragon. But nope. No no,  he’s just a Sslik. It was quite disappointing.

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Sometimes, when you fight endlessly, you become tired. You become exhausted, you use up your pool of abilities and spells, you drink all your vials and potions, you use up your Blessed Trinkets (RIP trinkets and charms), and you simply… die.

So, what do you do if you can’t keep up?

For generations and eons the Gifted have been restless and without a chance to relax. You see, you’ve been fighting all this time, not knowing that there is a way to take a break.

Ever heard the saying “If you can’t beat ’em, join em!”? Well, it applies here. And I couldn’t beat the chickens. So I became one of them.

Ahem, if you’re reading this and you’re a Gifted, please don’t kill the next chicken you run into. It could be me. No, seriously.

Also, Tilithia’s blue complexion is cute!

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Pratt McGrubben Exposed!!!

Note! This post is a continuation of another post. Read the previous one first!

You see his smug smile, you see how well he lives. Despite the destruction of New Trismus, despite the disgusting blight roots growing through the buildings, this man, known as none other than Pratt McGrubben, is the spy we’ve been looking for!

Why do you think our fair town is destroyed? Ancient Dragons of mighty power sit around here all day and all night, there is no way any foes could make it past them!

And yet… They did. The dragons have no memories of it. One day they woke up and New Trismus was changed forever. Do you know what my theory is? Pratt fed the dragons a sleeping toxin, cause them to sleep through the furious battle that occurred shortly after all the Gifted were asleep.

People keep asking, “Where were the Gifted?!” I’ll tell you where we were. Asleep. Sedated by the traitor. It all makes sense! Pratt stands to profit from this kind of destruction. He’s annoyed at all the Gifted, especially the older ones who have been here forever, who are always up his business. He hates that they meddle with him whenever he is trying to indoctrinate young and inexperienced Gifted.

For crying out loud, who knows what kind of twisted experiments he has been running on the newly Gifted! I think he’s trying to find the secret to become a Gifted himself, so that he can have everlasting life.

That bastard.

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A Spy in New Trismus?

Before you assault me with your ever-increasing loyalty and zeal to the Empire, you crazy fanatic, hear me out.

Let’s talk about New Trismus for a bit. A beautiful village where ancient dragons and bipeds alike gather around the campfire- err, the Shrine, to converse and eat strange candy. It’s a wonderful life.

At least, that is how it once used to be. Now the village is nothing more than a ruin, a terrorized piece of land on a small island where the Gifted are trying hard to protect the remaining villagers against the horde of the Aegis.

Those of us who have been Gifted long enough may remember how peaceful and lovely New Trismus once was. Sure the Aegis were still there, but now they’re literally at New Trismus’s doorstep. So much that a wall has been erected to keep them out.

Except there’s one flaw. The wall is a very, very bad attempt at keeping them out. If the undead wanted to, they could simply walk around. So what’s keeping them from entering the city? I have a theory: Someone on the inside has made a deal with them. Stay tuned as we unfold this mystery in the next post!

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Guild of Artisans

Did you know that our guild, the Ethereal Thunder, has some of the most creative people you’ll ever meet? Well, it’s true.

Our guildmaster, or guild mistress as would be more appropriate, is a wizard in the arts of art.

We have one who has the ability to capture moments into bewitched portraits! Her name is Pryzm and you should definitely check her out. She also does artsy things!

Another one is our awesome Mavynn, who also dabbles in artogracy (I totally made up that word!).

These are just three who contribute so much to the community! But there’s more! The whole community of Istaria will eagerly share their crafts with you! Simply join the community Discord server, or maybe take a look at the forums.

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Have you guys seen the recent Warehouses? They’re pretty legit and they can fit a ton of stuff in them. I mean a lot.


My story, however, is a bit sad. I had just finished my first row of many silos, and about the same time is when they came out with those warehouses. Curse the gods and their evil schemes!

No no, forgive me, no curses here from me. I am, after all, a Gifted. The Pinnacle of morality and life. The beacon of hope to all of Istaria. The grandest of all adventurers…!

And… And yet… And yet I spend my time slaughtering deer. Because it’s fun.

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No Rest For The Gifted

After a long day of slaughtering horrendous Fyakkis, gluttonous Ruxuses, and deadly Muck Flys, there’s nothing like coming back to a cozy place called home.

Or perhaps you are not the heroic (some might call mad) adventurer that you brave out and destroy all evil. No, perhaps you are the man (or woman!) behind the buildings, the one who sharpens the blades, melds the armors, and stitches the cloth. Perhaps you build impassive walls, bridges and homes, fortresses and decorations made out of the skulls of your enemy. Perhaps you stitch the banners of the living races.

Whatever it is that you do, all the Gifted share one thing: Home is where your heart is, or so they say. But home is the place to rest and relax, get a lovely night’s sleep.

Only that once you finally close your eyes, after wandering in the Eastern Deadlands for eighteen days without sleep, without food, and without your guard being down, your nights are only the beginning of your nightmares. You almost forgot that a peaceful night’s of sleep is not a luxury the Gifted can enjoy. No, in your sleep, in your dreams, the battles continue to rage on.

Often you find yourself awakening in the middle of the night, your night gown drenched in cold sweat. You quickly realize Fafnir severing your arms and legs was just a dream. And yet, you could have sworn the pain felt real.

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