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They live the lives that go unseen, by friend and foe alike, they prefer no eyes upon them. Some call them Underfootlings, some call them worse names still. In the most ancient tellings, the are the Tussir, the Shard Folk, those who know all things if they could only remember. Until they do, the twilight is their place, the starlight and the gaze of the moon, the glimmer of silver, and the play of strange songs. And if you catch one, so all the songs say, then Fortune, for good or for ill, will know you, and make of you her plaything and pet. ---------------------------------- This is a design from my own story called 'TEGN' ! Visit my new store: For my digital goods visit: Join me on Patreon and find much more content: I am streaming on Twitch:
