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A Gnoll Coming-of-Age Ritual, as witnessed among the Gnolls in Northern Drakonia.
Circa: 975 ATG (After Torn of Garna) 

(A bit of culture of the gnolls of Drimrawn as written on account of the historian Dyrtiligus of the Thunderdagger, taking place in my own fictional world of Drimrawn. Written in one night as I wanted to write some more lore for my gnolls that was different from the usual D&D "Oh they're heartless cannibal-murderers and whatnot", so here is this. If I'm not feeling up for writing on the book I'll try to put small lore-snippets here, why not.)All Rights Reserved

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