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- Archmaster of Skillfull Ink Slinging

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Corticus the Strong

Ppoor little Corticus, born much smaller then the other fauns. Someone needs to help him out, someone needs to build him up...

Sicillia the Griffin Tamer

Very few carry the griffin tamer bloodline, and those that do, are given a remarkable gift...

Moses Duff

A bounty hunter who seems to reach full potential in battle while under the influence of alcohol. He is constantly traveling from pub to pub looking for work. He has stupidly accepted jobs assigned to kill werewolves, vampires, orcs, and the most fierce of beasts.

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“ The Forest of Throck: Throck forest is divided into three parts: a region of twisted black magic, which is dark and hemmed in with the legions of sable pine. This is Spindel, and is occupied by the hideous Ettercaps and their spider-pets. The second area is the chaotic elfin-wood, where the druids work their wyrd magic amongst the oaks. The last part is Udnalor, the home of the gnomes. Finding themselves surrounded by these chaotic forces they dwell as quietly as possible beneath the surface. Their culture is a fascinating one to visit, and in the next few miscellaneous ideas, I shall examine the ways and customs of THE GNOMES OF UDNALOR, with a view to role-playing them.”

ephemeralstability

“ The desert is a curse from the Water God upon the wicked people who live in the South. Said people offended the Water God in some way, and so the Water God placed water-trappers, bizarre, water-sucking beings, in the soil, and within years, the wilderness became a desert. Thus, the desert folk shamans have special powers that allow them to find water-trappers so that they can be dug up and their water harvested.”

CaptainPenguin

“ During a public holiday in the small town of Wyrmbersch, the Mayor is accidentally killed by a statue which falls from the roof of the Town Hall. As shocked spectators crowd around the body, they discover that the Mayor, at the moment of death, shape-shifted into a squat, stunted humanoid figure, it's grey skin dominated by bony ridges and lumps. How long was the Mayor an imposter? And who else in the town isn't what they seem to be?”

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