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Firecrafts + (Forged in flame, born of smoke, embers glowing, in the dark.)
Foraging + (Full in her pride she stood, Blossoming through spring and autumn, Wild with fruit and harvest-flowers.)
Boat Building + (Glimma, mighty ship, Built from boards of Cherry, To sail into the Sun.)
Beekeeping + (Golden Honey flowing, From flowerbeds and trees, The sweetest things of nature, Are brought to us by bees.)
Gardening + (Green and cool, Warm and welcoming, Your garden plot, And home.)
Plant Lore + (Growing silently, From shadows everflowing, Light of greenery.)
Animal Husbandry + (Harnessed by the Old Gods, The Urox plowed across the skies, The furrow of time.)
First Aid + (He saw as his task, To pay every tribute of need. For some water, For others rest, Under the shade of trees.)
Hearth Magic + (Hildur was a wise one, Old crone rich in years, They said she knew the runes, Runes to make a broom dance, A cat bark, A sound of silence.)
Ancestral Worship + (In Black smoke, from wet logs, The hour was late, When Thangest old, of memory late, spoke.)
Hunting + (In a bloodred moment, The beast fell still, Giving life through death.)
Punch Sore + (In a million different places you didn't know you had, you're punch-sore from a good beating. You hope you gave as good as you got.)
Winemaking + (In autumn vineyards, Drunk with song and laughter, And bittersweet juice, Red with love and promise.)
Tick'd Off + (In some hidden, private, crevice, a small vampire of dense woodlands has made a home for itself, leaving you quite, Tick'd Off.)
Trespassing + (In the black of night, Algaur found a hidden path, Through the briar-patch, To deep, and secret places.)
Cheesemaking + (In the dark cellar of time, The Moon was made, Milk the Urochs gave.)
Woodsmanship + (In the depth of winter, Lie hidden away, Along secret trails, The seeds of spring.)
Rage + (Insults fell on his mind, Like sparks on wet leaves, Until the leaves, one day, were dry.)
Nicks & Knacks + (It ain't much, but it's something. You've received one or several small wounds of various, indistinct, but minor, types.)
Rot Gut + (It may be from something you ate your drank, but your stomach hasn't been quite itself lately. You feel queasy, and there is a slight burning sensation, as if from too much acid burning through something foul.)
Mining + (King Under The Mountain, Crowned in stone and steel, His deep mine and torch-lit halls.)
Wilderness Survival + (Kodving broke the ice, Skarm drew him up, Logi saved them both.)
Yeomanry + (Kolbjorn first broke the land around the Veitvast, His family now sits in unbroken line by that water, Their Halls ringing with mead and laughter.)
Leech Burns + (Leeches have gnawed and nibbled at your juicy self, and you're left with a burning sense of fatigue and indistinct nausea.)
Cooking + (Many fell in the west, and the weary long did wander, to feasts and roaring fire.)

Adder + (Nasty creepy crawlies with a fairly vicious venom.)

Swimming + (Nine drops of rain-water, He carried, Over land and black seas.)
Oral Tradition + (Of all the Ancients, Most among them saw Walwar, Yet always spoke he the least.)
Infected Sore + (One of your wounds seemed to be healing fine at first, but has since taken a turn for the nastier, sobbing in green and yellow pus. You have no idea how this will heal.)
Rope Twining + (One over one, He drew round over round, Twinning rope from golden strands)
Siegecraft + (Over land and bubbling brooks, Were brought to bear, Stones, borne high by brimstone.)
Quill'd + (Petting a hedgehog does have some pointy downsides, as you have recently found out. This wound will heal over time.)
Silkfarming + (Ratjik's shirt was sewn, Not from fibre, nor hide, Not from animal, nor plant, What stuff made Ratjik's shirt?)
Baking + (Rising slowly, Leavened with time, Sweet as the ages.)
Sewing + (She stayed up, night on night, Under pale moons and distant stars, Sewing her shirt for a son lost.)
Glass Blowing + (Skybridge, High road to the home of the Gods, Gleaming in many colors, Broken through a shard of glass.)
Swamp Fever + (Some bloodsucking parasite has tainted your lifeblood with the noxious miasmas of a lush wetland, and a strange, persistent fever now clouds your waking moments.)
Allergic Reaction + (Some combination of various natural toxins has triggered an allergic reaction in you. Red blisters have flared up over a significant part of your upper body. Ouch.)
Scrapes & Cuts + (Some of those Nicks & Knacks you had gone and gotten yourself have turned a lot nastier from further trauma.)
Maddening Rash + (Some time ago, your skin erupted with a maddening rash, and the itch you have to scratch has only gotten worse since. You suspect it may be caused by some strange mixture you drank.)
Midge Bite + (Swarming midges have feasted on your vital essences, and you feel a bit drained. No big deal, it'll heal.)
Deep Artifice + (The Great Clockwork of the Hearth, Tells the time of all times, Ticks the sun, moves the beast, draws forth the plants to eat.)
Vandalism + (The Skarm was forded by the late solstice, The Heiskarl brought two by six ships. The city was sacked.)
Fishing + (The fathoms give nothing, Yield not a single thing, But to the fishermens' snares.)
Tuft of Squirrel's Finest Hair + (The finest strands of softest fur, left behind by accident, or terrible misfortune.)
Landscaping + (The line drawn straight, Level, and aligned, To strike the earth.)
Carpentry + (The three drew up along the Tostan, To there do nail and build, A mighty Hall of Oak and Cedars.)
Bird Lung + (The vengeful spirit of a dove has wrapped itself around your lungs, making it painfully difficult to breathe. You suspect that it will improve over time.)
Theft + (There lay hidden Woglin's gold, Banded rings and bands in mounds, No one saw it leave, Save Vilgoth and the Moon.)
Quicksilver Poisoning + (They say every cloud has a silver lining, and for some reason you suspect that to be especially true of the clouds that have now for some time laid heavy over your mind's eye. You feel tired and confused.)
Olive Branch + (This branch was not taken, a tree gave it freely, in an offering of peace.)

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