Editing Tarred and Feathered (section)

==== Monsters ====
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| style="text-align:center;" | 41, 47, 0
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px; white-space: nowrap;" | {{Cn|Lizard Warrior}}s
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | "[[Pactal]] took us by surprise, but refused us our honorable death in battle. We were entangled in nets and sold like meat. Shame, what shame! There is no way to wipe it off; all we can do now is trade our lives for revenge on the one who disgraced us so. Will you give us that chance?"
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| style="text-align:center;" | 50, 50, 0
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px; white-space: nowrap;" | {{Cn|Couatl}}s
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | These [[Couatls]] are bound with thick ropes so tightly that they resemble huge, motley-colored sausages. When they feel [[Tlamac Hundred Thoughts|Tlamac's]] spell, they raise their heads and squeak plaintively, as if begging you to set them free.
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| style="text-align:center;" | 58, 34, 0
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px; white-space: nowrap;" | {{Cn|Ayssid}}s
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | Obeying the commands written on the parchment the slave trader gave you along with the bill of sale, the [[Ayssid]]s soar down from their high perches and land around you. Clearly well-trained, the creatures are awaiting your orders.
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| style="text-align:center;" | 60, 37, 0
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px; white-space: nowrap;" | {{Cn|Halfling (Factory)|name=Halflings}}
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | "Now that’s some encounter! And here I thought the stories of anyone escaping from [[Eeofol]] during the [[Devil]] invasion were just tall tales."<p>"Us? We're from the coast. There's a mountain range between us and the land the red mugs took over, so they never made it to our parts. There are only two villages of us there… or should I say, there were. No one knew about us, and we were keeping a very low profile for years, but a moon ago, some crud of a wind dragged a pirate schooner into our cove. Those scumbags snatched us up and stuffed us in their hold; whoever didn't fit in, got killed. I know you don’t care for these stories—but wanna know an amazing thing? There was already a [[halfling]] sitting in the hold. Well, most of the time he was lying there, delirious from his wounds. We could only find out that his name was [[Kett]]; he was not from our parts, but had gotten snapped up somewhere in [[Eeofol]]. When the schooner called here and we got kicked out of the hold, the captain's paperwork didn't add up. They recounted us ten times, but each time one was missing."<p>"In the end, that fat pig who’s in charge here spat and agreed to take us “as is.” We later counted ourselves, and [[Kett]] was gone. Escaped? Fell off the gangplank and drowned? Don't know. Don’t care. Just want to make it out of here alive. Will you take us on?"</p>
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