That day, behold as the mythical unity gathered in the elven kingdom, the Great Forest.
Well, in this era, the elves, once all about that hermit life, were now all about joining society because, you know, FOMO was real even in the magical realm, basking iranquility afforded by an era devoid of interspecies flict.
Thanks to a certain woman… saint… witch…?
Not only them, in the midst of the expanse of the ti, the dwarves uook the ambitious task of strug Storm Anvil Mountain.
Wasn’t that just on brand, the dwarves building their mountain? Because what else would they have doh all that time and underground expertise, throw piics?
Meanwhile, the beastkin, ahh, the beastkin, with their primal instincts intact, established the Great Jungle in the east as their domain. Chilling, being all oh nature and whatnot. They probably had a "no humans allowed" sign somewhere.
Far beyond the reaches of the forest, the merfolk flourished in their aquatic paradise, living it up uer, as the waves sang tales of their majestigdom beh the seas… ossiped about the ret uer sdals.
It must have been o have scales instead of dry skin, am I right? No. Some were rather dry. Like the werewolves and the taurs.
Correct. The nomadic werewolf packs aaur groups roamed free, embodying the spirit of wanderlust that stirred within their souls. They must have had the best campfire stories.
Yet, not all mythical beings embraced this newfound era of pead prosperity.
The brutish ord iving goblins, creatures of chaos and discord, lingered on the fringes of society, forever stu a chaotic loop. Some creatures never got the memo about pead love, huh?
Their pent for battle and strife kept them tethered to the tenuous threads of peace, often finding themselves at odds with the vigint human armies tasked with maintaining order.
Magid mayhem, they said.
Frequeerminatios by issioned meraries, or just simple expeditions by noble households or official orders from the authorities above.
As these mythical beings did their thing, iwining their stories in the grand tapestry of existe was clear that coexistence had been both a delicate ballet and a big middle fio fate. Because why not defy chaos with a bit of sass and style, right?
In a realm where magic met drama, legends crossed paths, ainies pyed poker, the mythical unities showed off their resiliend adaptability like it was a… Tuesday, perhaps.
That was why, amidst the grandiose assembly of majestic beings, let us not fet the presence of the proud individualists.
King of the Storm Anvil, Wekkoun Anville, graced the pace with his prese long st, bestowing all with his esteemed greeting.
Queen of the Great Forest, Tashr Reyrie, deigo aowledge him with a regal nod, as did the formidable couple, Selen Btle, the Sn of the Great Jungle, and her Minotaur husband, with his tribe surprisingly ied with the Beastkin a couple of decades ago.
As they awaited the Merfolk Monarch, the daunting figure of the Werewolf’s Alpha King, Onulph Sam, and the noble taur’s Great Tribe Chief, Adroros Borion, made their punctual appearances.
To their collective surprise and perhaps dismay, even the representative of their erstwhile foes, the Vampires, made an appearance.
Behold Master Vd, the inal Saint’s Cardinal, apanied by his alluring daughter, Salsabel Walchia.
The dragons and the uni representatives… well.
Perhaps they’d just crash the party tomorrow.
"Please grace us with your presen these humble abodes, dear guests, and do follow the elf servants meticulously assigo cater to your every whim."
Off scurried the elf servants, leading the Dwarf King and the Vampires to their esteemed guest lodgings, clearly designed with the exquisite tastes of elves in mind. It erfe, of course.
Lo, our beloved Grumbletoe finally found a bed made just for him without even having to ask for aension! And as for Wekkoun, with his above-average height for dwarfs—well, he might as well pass for a pint-sized dwarf o the other dwarf, standing tall like a human-sized ten-year-old d.
Wekkoun was four and a half feet tall, for reference.
As for the grand Alpha King and the majestic Great Jungle Sn, along with her hulking Minotaur husband, they were graciously bestowed with regal chambers befitting their lofty positions and, might one add, their massive physiques.
The beds they were led to appeared as sturdy as if they were built to withstand a stampede ing rhinoceroses without so much as a groan.
Meanwhile, the majestitaur Tribe Chief, gently led in a room fit for a mythical creature of his stature, plete with carpets softer than a uni's mane and more pillows than a spoilt princess' chamber.
Clearly, the elves had not fottericacies of aodating a being with the body of a horse and the torso of a... well, a human. Bravo to their attention to detail!
As the esteemed guests settled into their allocated abodes, the elf servants couldn't help but exge knowing gnces, a hint of pride dang in their eyes. It was a on-a-lifetime kind of thing, this Great Assembly.
Meanwhile, in another secluded room, a certain elf servant ran away from it, her face bright red after delivering a report to the room’s inhabitant.
Inside, a literal blonde goddess y on the bed, her hair painted an abstract flow like a golden river atop the opulent bed, trasting her uncovered skin and flesh.
Her breathing was a bit erratic, her tired yet satisfied eyes focused on the man sittihe window, reading a report that had just arrived, hands shaking and nose bleeding.
“The expected guest?” Man asked, in the midst of her afterglow.
Burn wiped his nosebleed with his thumb, his hands still shaking after their previous activities. “The Junior Fleet Admiral,” he said, sighing. “Fug Bitch. Why did the news about him arrive when I was about to?”
“When will he e?” Man chuckled.
“Gahad mao hold him for three days. It means we o go there after this assembly,” Burn answered.
Man nodded. “Okay. Set the reports down and teach me how to give head. You promised me that, didn’t you, Bunny?”
Burn closed his eyes, setting the papers aside. As he stood up, he saw Man slowly rise from the bed. He stroked her hair, gathering the locks in his fist.
Brag himself, clearing his mind for another mental trial-ssh-torture, he said, “Start with your lips, Momo.”
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