Ryphian

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These literally feed on blood, that is, killing for them is a matter of subsistence, and they do so without ceremony. Ryph (Blood) Ian (Life), just make the junction and interpret. Vampires, as we know it. The Fisrtborn, Jodediah, “The Kisser”, considers himself the creator of all his species. In a way, yes, they are all the result of his famous kisses and he’s the oldest living (or dead) being known. It is true that his pride prevents him from accepting the authorship of The Constructors as to his own creation, but as they say popularly through the taverns along the roads of Visyerus, The Constructors spit out what should come out of another hole. Jodediah's “first kiss” was given more than 6,700 years ago.

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What impresses most about these bloodthirsty suckers is their skill, speed and subtlety in reaching their opponents, especially their necks. Brute force is not an attribute that characterizes them and makes them fearsome, but their mouth attack makes them almost invisible.

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They live in the city of Vaszminin, on the plateau that bears the same name, as well as the forest that surrounds it, the only city of this Race, concentrated in large numbers on Bruvkern, their extremely imposing and haunting Castle, besides spreading out where there is blood pulsing in veins. I cannot fail to mention, of course, that they are also where they can ambush The Labulus, their eternal enemies. Jodediah, Fisrtborn, supreme and undisputed leadership of the Ryphians, has already eliminated the Alpha of the Labulus three times, and now looks forward to the fourth, and possibly, the last time.

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As mentioned above, The Labulus are their enemies of blood, and by blood. But after 1,000 years of compulsory truce, The Labulus have an Alpha that will no longer be attacked from behind, or rather, they will not expose their neck so easily to their rival. 1.000 long and short years have passed, it depends on the point of view of the desire for freedom to kill again. That's why I say: it's the Apocalypse, the final fight is approaching. The day of revelation is coming, the day when fear and courage will be served at the same dinner, where blood and wine will taste the same, and dessert will be tasted and savored by only one of the Races, and so, we will know the final taste of this banquet ... Azzaroth, Dee'Ench, Faranzel, Labuluu, Qsi Tesan and Ryphian, names that may remain only in the past. It is certain: Toonbruin's borders will not remain the same, cartographers will have to be hired and will have to change after The Apocalypse, I'm sure of that...