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Fae-Ray-Anthem [2013-07-06 00:46:19 +0000 UTC]

A Devolutionary dead end. Perhaps they're the bastard children of a pairing that really reconsidered each other. Maybe their ancestors played a prank on someone they shouldn't have. In any case they became considerably dull but a higher power has taken pity on them. It may even be a cosmic bet or prank on others. For The Trickster, survival of the fittest is not the name of the game.

In any case, it becomes quite an amiable place to live wherever they roam in numbers. The weather becomes fairer, crops become bountiful, and a myriad of edible plants seem to grow wherever they go. People's luck in bad situations also improve; just missing getting run over, surviving what could have been a fatal fall, even recovery amongst the diseased seems improve. Though such occurrences only appear amongst those who are near and friends with Dobies.

Peculiar events like these haven't gone unnoticed by those with brighter bulbs in their heads. Despite the fact that for wanderers they aren't smart enough to trade, towns to only tolerate the idiotic bumbling of "The Lucky Folk" but often entice them to stay longer by building more permanent places for the nomads to stay and offer simple work, as long as their away from fragile things. Unfortunately the Dobie seem to have a wanderlust and are just as content to sleep out in the stars as any home.

Dobie biology itself is baffling. When they're feeling to lazy to forage they can ingest just about anything, including rocks, with hardly ever an ill effect. They appear to have a dulled sense for pain or perhaps just don't care to react to it. For such a short people their bones are surprisingly hard to break.

It is also noteworthy that Dobies, whom no one in their right mind would ever trust with a sword, have a peculiar pinch for divine magic. As long as they worship in their own simple way their race's guardian divinity(and really, they're far too dim to even comprehend a cosmology with more than one deity), divine magic users are quoted as being "stupidly powerful" where their patron certainly does most of the heavy lifting. To any would be raider heartless enough to attack a Dobbie band (and desperate enough to consider anything they carry valuable), the one hollering at the sky will most likely be your biggest and only threat.

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PlutonianKnight [2013-07-05 23:30:48 +0000 UTC]

I look forward to these - I like seeing and hearing your fresh take on old monsters. It's hard to imagine a kindly, nurturing kobold, though!

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