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- High Lord Scribe of Mastered Illuminations

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Key of the Gods

An object out of a children's tale, few regard the Key of the Gods as a real object. But those who hunt for it may be in for more than they bargained for.

Imuricum weapon -

'Ever in my hand, lies the Blade of the Mad. It's straight, simple craft is so alluring to me... It drives me to evil, but I love what it does. For the first blood the blade tasted was that of a human.'

Hell Knight: The Tragedy of Celsia Rimeheart.

Sometimes what begins as a Fairy Tale can end in misery. The tale of Celsia Frostblossom is testament to this.

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“ Silk Armor? The Mongols wore silk undergarments under layers of leather armor. Why? Because silk is very strong. If an arrow hit them and made it through their armor, it would usually not have enough energy to puncture the silk. It could still enter their body but, because the silk would not break, the arrow's barbs could not do their work and the arrow could easily be removed leaving a relatively clean wound considering normal arrow wounds.”

Strolen

“ A culture believes that souls are recycled. One child gets half of a soul, another child gets the other half. However, this means that with each passing generation, the amount of soul in the child will become less and less (Through division)until their culture will die in the future because of their soulless offspring.”

CaptainPenguin

“ A party of adventurers walk along late on an open plain, on a moonless night. Abruptly, War screams, the clanging of metal and death-cries are heard. It is an open plain, and nothing is seen, but the sound of a huge battle is all about them. The sounds continue for a half hour before stopping as suddenly as they started. What was it? Perhaps the ghouls of a long-gone battle, reliving their unfortunate last memories...”

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