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Plesioth sucks. That's the gist of it. Plesioth...I have only a few words for you. Go. Die. In. A. Hole.
Random Fanfic Notes
The blood of man... It is failing. The ancient hunters of the very first clans who united to form the most archaic form of the Guild...these unique humans were known as the Limestaen in their tongue, or Wyvernians in the ancient tongues of the lesser men. Their blood...it grows soiled and then with the failing of their race. The mothers of the Limestaen now often refuse to carry the blood of their forefathers through their line, and bless the next generation with the masters of both man and beast. The men often cannot find proper Limestaen women who do not share their direct blood, and cannot pass the true genes past. This is why the line of men fails.