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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.)
Tuskalooza! + (Snort-snort-oink! You've pigged out on a wicked batch of Boar Tusk Snuff, and feel a swinish vitality coursing through your every vein. You could lift a mountain.)
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.)
Deep Worm + (Somewhere deep inside the dark and unseen bowels of yopur being, a mighty presense, and a hunger primordial, stirs. All food will be less efficient while this horrifying mouth with a body haunts your innards.)
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.)

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