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Prompt: 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!

Haribon never had much of a sense of humor, even as a chick. To be fair, the Nachtbrag was being sarcastic when he told the not-quite-fledged youngster that, if he ever wanted to become someone of consequence in the clan, he'd better get started immediately.

It hadn't crossed the Nachtbrag's mind that the not-quite-fledged Haribon would actually take this directive seriously at such a tender age-- nor that he would sneak out from under the not-so-watchful eye of his mother hours before dawn and make the ardouous journey to the edges of Twistoult lands on foot and alone.

On Haribon's part, it seemed a perfectly reasonable quest-- if more frightening than he'd care to admit. And once he had what he needed, he ran, and he didn't look back. How was he to know that the Twistoult shaman had no real intention of chasing him?

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I may have borrowed the design of the shaman from a certain someone ....

Next up, all the art I owe people!

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Prompt: 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!

Haribon never had much of a sense of humor, even as a chick. To be fair, the Nachtbrag was being sarcastic when he told the not-quite-fledged youngster that, if he ever wanted to become someone of consequence in the clan, he'd better get started immediately.

It hadn't crossed the Nachtbrag's mind that the not-quite-fledged Haribon would actually take this directive seriously at such a tender age-- nor that he would sneak out from under the not-so-watchful eye of his mother hours before dawn and make the ardouous journey to the edges of Twistoult lands on foot and alone.

On Haribon's part, it seemed a perfectly reasonable quest-- if more frightening than he'd care to admit. And once he had what he needed, he ran, and he didn't look back. How was he to know that the Twistoult shaman had no real intention of chasing him?

_____

I may have borrowed the design of the shaman from a certain someone ....

Next up, all the art I owe people!