Open World - Multiplayer Sandbox Adventure

My thoughts rushed rampant and my cheeks not pink,

A group of shades rushed me, they did!

Getting past them I ran without wit,

It took no time but I had to sit,

Not for a second, a minute or two, it took a while for me to be fit,

Even though I am a Faerie, Now sit.

I have very few possessions. Nowt but a shell, some bones and a pouch.

Ah.. I forgot to tell you... My pouch is magical. It contains a variety of different herbs and powders I draw at will.

My fingers normally find stuff like food spice or flowers but on occasion I draw more.. interesting things...

Fire is my enemy, it burns all in its path, leaving nothing but ashes behind...

Rain is nice, it would cool me as I ran in my forests..

A gentle breeze would push me on my wings but ground was hard to traverse.

Lots of the time I spent in my forest was learning about magic and herbs.

Under the leaves of the forest I spent my days learning and my nights thinking of the day and sleeping.

Now I am in this strange land, hoping i can get back to my forest...

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Enough poems.. I am bad at them and they take too long.

Let me tell you about myself. I am a Faerie, not the things of fairy tales and old witch stories but the things of beauty and grace.

I am small, my wings thin and green with sparkly green decorations. I can grow and shrink as I will.

I am normally warm to strangers and.. comfortable with friends.