The LendamirOnce a noble people, the Charvan were a dying breed. Becoming scarcer after every moon cycle, they were forced to forgo their life of luxury and enlightenment, and live their days in the forests, hiding, and scared for their very lives.They were magnificent creatures. Standing at 4 and a half feet at the tallest, they were covered from head to toe in fur. Each coat varied from Charvan to Charvan. Furs of reds, greys, browns, oranges, blacks. They had long, thin tails with tufts of tan fur at the end, pointed ears, and long, shining retractable claws that were excellent for separating muscle from bone.They slept in the treetops, coming down only when necessary. The average Charvan could jump from tree to tree with the greatest of ease, and run faster than the wind.They were organized in a hierarchy that is far too complicated for a mere Mithran to understand, so I shall not bore you with the details. They had a leader. The Lendamir. He was a sort of cross between a king and a shaman.
Hatter's Point of View Part 15"Sir Charles Eustace Fotheringhay Le Malvoy the Third." He said proudly, his chin held high. Very high in fact. It's a wonder this guy doesn't just fall over backwards. Hatter thought. "Who," He began after a moment's silence, "are you?""I'm
Alice." Alice replied, somewhat nervously. The old crackpot makes me nervous too. Hatter thought."Alice?" The Knight repeated. "The Alice?" He came in very close to her face, scrutinizing her features. "The Alice?""No." She replied, pulling back involuntarily. "Just
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.""I thought all you guys were wiped out years ago." Hatter interrupted."Well, you thought wrong!" the Knight replied indignantly. "As you can see, I'm as fit as a butcher's dog!" He coughed."Are there any others like you?" Alice asked, trying a different approach."Certainly not!" He replied immediately, a laugh in his voice. He turned away and went to pick up his shovel. "I'm a one-off. My nan used