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Devouring Beds
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Sagic's comment on 2007-05-14 05:40 PM
I've finally figured out how queen Elizabeth is still alive. Go to Comment
Mutants with useful mutations
Lifeforms  (Constructed)   (Any)
Sagic's comment on 2006-12-21 08:54 AM
Mutant #4 could also do something else with that hand when no ones looking. Lol. And Mutant #3'd jam his fingers everytime he stubbed his toes. Oh well. Go to Comment
Grex
Lifeforms  (Flora)   (Forest/ Jungle)
Sagic's comment on 2006-04-29 01:15 AM
Nah, despite being pretty cool, it isn't that unique. Certain kinds of fungi lifeforms already get bigger for better food sources, and seems kind of like a jelly fish would hunt. "Proof that some times truth is stranger than fiction. (Sometimes)" See? Anyway, its still cool. Go to Comment
The Blib
Lifeforms  (Fauna)   (Plains)
Sagic's comment on 2006-03-21 05:26 AM
Surabuya or Ocean Crocodile
Lifeforms  (Fauna)   (Water)
Sagic's comment on 2005-11-08 06:48 PM
Coldfire Urn
Items  (Other)   (Campaign Defining)
Sagic's comment on 2006-03-21 05:45 AM
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The Place of Black Snow

       By: Murometz

Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.

Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.

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