Deadwood

The Hallowed of mischief is a slippery creature, tangling itself in the thorns and needles of shadow's territory. The entire veilspun race holds such a belief in trickery that this being, to some sects, is akin to a god. Tiny shrines adorned with thorns can be found in repurposed rabbit holes and nooks of trees, the only sign that this creature exists, and the only reason I was able to find it.

The tricky part was the invisibility. Finding the little guy was a game he loved, watching me chase my own tail. Oh that's right- the illusions as well. I was chasing my tail for quite a while in a more literal sense, thinking I was pursuing him...

This particular Hallowed demanded quote a few oddities from me in order to accept my terms for a conversation: puppets of the finest make, enchanted curios, and gold idols of himself. I supplied, and watched him snicker at the mountain of offerings before him, completly dwarfing the insect-sized being. The pile shuddered, along with myself, as the puppets - creepy things, gah - were animated by a spell of his design. Carrying all the loot in an ominous, clinking march, the puppets disappeared as if through a veil of liquid glass mere feet away from me; A frightening display of ability from the miniscule wyrm now perched on my shoulder snickering and awaiting my allotted questions.

He is known as Deadwood to his followers, who often are unaware of his Hallowed abilities entirely. Those mortals who he's fooled know him as merely a masterful disguiser who roams the Tangled Wood. I learned my lesson well enough to steer away from asking how far his abilities extend, though I regret my own caution at times. I have been terrorized enough on this venture without inviting it up on me, and I have seen how Deadwood has laid waste to the sanity of many a dragon in my reconnaissance before I approached his territory.

My plan when seeking him out was to remain an entertainment while lucid and grounded, avoiding the need for him to toy with me. Attempting to gather information in my search for this particular Hallowed led me to drakes far beyond the ability to recollect themselves, terrified of my and any other of our kind. They screamed at shadows and were plagued by hallucinations, their souls wrapped in the curse of mischief to constantly be led to believe in things that would never come. Those poor drakes... I suppose their torment is what feeds this hellion. Were his personality more befitting, I would have dubbed Deadwood the Hallowed of madness, but on the grand scale in which these immortals live? I know nothing of what madness is meant to be.

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Bogsneak Puppet

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A magicked Bogsneak doll that grows an elongated snout in the presence of liars and tricksters.

1500

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Scenes are colorful backdrops that can be equipped to a dragon to further customize their individual profile.

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Trinkets

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