--[X] 1 "Argarrblgabllgarbl!" Translation: Greetings, my friendly bear-folk. Would'st thou be interested in a repast courtesy of the spoils of war?: (Lazurman)
[X] 3 Arcane Presence – Ocean-Tide-Red has been deeply appreciative of your find, the arcane spells which preserve the ship, were a boon to her work and from it she has managed to cobble together a form of preservation magic which she’s begun to teach her apprentices. She’s asking for your help directly in setting up an arcane workshop, seeking out the specific materials she will need to create a proper pool for working in. It’s a big job, but from that place she would be able to fully train various disciplines of magic use. And have a place strong enough to with stand the punishment of such practices.: (massdefect76, rcnr, Lazurman)
[X] 1 Assault on Lobster: (Guile)
-[X] 2 Bring them to the bear-men. If you can't show your peaceful intentions with words, you'll show them with actions.: (CptTagon, rcnr)
[X] 6 Construction II – The village has expanded greatly this summer, and thanks to that it seems that there will be plenty of room for everyone to expand into. Better yet, it allows for the village to begin building places where your specialists can practice their craft and properly train apprentices. It’s more heavy lifting to be done, but you can see the worth of it.: (Night_stalker, CptTagon, Walkir, GiftofLove, massdefect76, Koden)
[X] 1 Eat the eggs.: (Night_stalker)
-[X] 1 If you can wipe out the Makrura from the area before the eggs hatch and grow, you can create a slave caste. The Makrura's strengths are not yours, and vice versa. Slow, steady, repetitive work. Hard armor and powerful crushing claws. Using them for Construction projects, as an indomitable line in battle while Murloc act as skirmishers and flankers... and when they die, devouring them. Together, Murloc and Makrura, you could be great - as long as it is on your terms.: (Guile)
[X] 3 Learning to live with others – You are Murloc. You are strong. You are proud… you are quite intimidated by the claws on those bears-men whom you’ve seen come and go. It really is weird how it occurs to you that you might not need to fight them, such large claws and paws could indeed aid your people.: (CptTagon, rcnr, Lazurman)
[X] 2 Make a farm. Your people will never want for delicious Makrura meat again! A source of food that you don't have to hunt is well and good.: (GiftofLove, Koden)
[X] 1 Secrets of the Light: (Guile)
[X] 2 Secrets of the Light – Time: 1 Season. Success Roll: 55+ [Rewards: Unlocks further light based skills]: (GiftofLove, Koden)
[X] 2 Secrets of the Light – You stare into the crystal, wondering, fearing, hoping... meditating. For you there is nothing else but the light. There is nothing else but its beauty. You will find your way into its heart, or you would die trying.: (Night_stalker, Walkir)
[X] 1 See if bear-people like the taste of crab-people.: (Lazurman)
[X] 1 What will you do with the Makrura eggs?: (Guile)
-[X] 2 When they hatch bind their claws and keep them in sturdy cages, weighted with stones.: (GiftofLove, Koden)
-[X] 2 Yes, the time when Murlocs were so much lesser than other races has passed. The time of Murloc has come again, and your people must now cast aside their disguise of squalor and weakness. This is what your power is for. To correct the wrongness, to pull them back up to their rightful place.: (GiftofLove, Koden)
-[X] 1 You realize now why the Deep Mother blessed you with this shard of a God. This strange new form of yours, so much greater than that of your kin is but a glimpse of the greatness within your people. Now that you understand, when you gaze upon the stout, primitive bodies of your people you are overcome with a sense of <i>wrongness. </i>Their brilliance is tethered to unworthy vessels. It is not right.: (GiftofLove)
-[X] 1 You realize now why the Deep Mother blessed you with this shard of a God. This strange new form of yours, so much greater than that of your kin is but a glimpse of the greatness within your people. Now that you understand, when you gaze upon the stout, primitive bodies of your people you are overcome with a sense of wrongness. Their brilliance is tethered to unworthy vessels. It is not right.: (Koden)