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You'll notice a "Legends" topic started and soon history of Noware will be added. These are purely for stories to add flavor to the role play. These are NOT to be role played in. If you choose to reply with your own legend, by all means, have at it! 

Note that stars of legends ARE playable as characters if you wish to work them in creatively, or if you choose to play as one in your own story when the role play begins. 

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Note: Not every legend will have the length of Scarecrow Jack. I'll have to throw in somewhere that his story is easily the most famous and he is essentially a cryptid for the town. 

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I wonder if you can guess what each legend is inspired by?

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