Some sovereigns prefer a different sort of tax from their subjects - whether freely given, or taken by force.

Quest - #2 Winner

"Damn," Dray said, beaming with excitement, "will you look at this, Gwythar?  There must be twenty gold coins in this box!  Hah, right behind that crushed shelf and the heap of worthless old books.  Want to see if there are any more?"

I blinked, as my blade comrade led me by the sleeve to what must have been some library.  Books?  "Worthless" old books?  "Damn" was right!  Pestilence take a handful of coins, Master Thormor would give us ten times that for those books!  Now all I had to do was talk Dray into it ...

Quest - #1 Winner

Thirty items from the distant past, some are still used today in different forms, others were one of a kind and have long since been lost or sequestered within dusty old tombs, awaiting looters to bring them back to the world once more.

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"Gods, oh, g-gods," stammered Dray, as he sagged in my grasp.  His eyes were wild, unfocused, and his teeth were damn near chattering.

"What the hell WAS it?" I snapped, half-glaring at him, half-gazing past his shoulder to figure out what had made Dray's squad run like a pack of rabbits.

"There, it was t-there, that g-guy ..."  He drew in a breath, and straightened up, pulling his wits together.  "That guy.  With that huge frigging sword.  All a-burnin' with magic fire, and screaming like the frigging damned."  Dray glared right back at me.  "You know I ain't no coward, G.  I've fought long and hard, but the Lieutenant can go to the Ice Floes bareassed before he'll get me to face THAT twice."

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When a thousand years of dust settled upon the worked stone floor of The Grey Tomb, a new sage was born. A creature, of dust, time, age, wisdom. The dust that was once the bodies of ancient wise men. It coalesced and swirled into being, small and wispy, dry as its home. It mutters words of wisdom for no one to hear. Begging its dark home for a soul to learn from.

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Here seven great lords lie, slain by treachery by the pariah god Moralis and set into their forgotten tombs to endure torment eternal.

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A man-made bridge between two tall hills that began as a wonder to an ancient empire and now is turned into the final stand of a desperate kingdom. 

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The Imperial city has been sucked into hell and the rest of the world has been ripped apart. And tying it all together is the Crystal Tower. The Tower lives in all realms, a needle piercing the fabric of each reality and threading them all together.

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A silent vestige sits among the vine covered ruins in a forest that has overgrown who once lived here. No more towers rise among the skeletal remains of a seeming once vast city. Instead, carved into the face of a leveled statue of a man, peaceful in his dead slumber now are etched the words - Si vis pacem para bellum – If you want peace, prepare for war.

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The PCs are sent to rescue the Lady Helen from the pyramid she has been trapped in...but it will not be easy.

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“So there it is,” drawled Dray.  “Hoorah, it’s purty.  Can we go home now?”

Shining like it was woven from silver there at the peak of the hill, older than us, older than the Empire ... some said it was older than the world.  But that didn’t matter so much to us today, because the general had screwed up with his damned trickery.  Our condotta was on Lyllenyn’s Hill, all sixty-one of us left, supporting less than a cohort of Vallian regulars that were all that held down the position.  The Avanari wanted that Standard a powerful lot more than to face our main body, it seemed ... and Wolf Lord’s swinging sack, I couldn’t count the number of spears marching onto the hill.

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High above the lands of the living, where frost and howling of the wind reign, the morbid monument to a faith long dead calls the deceased on a last pilgrimage.

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The Elders say there was once a great kingdom here. Yes, in this field of cattle, void of rubble or debris. Now, there are just a few fences and a barn for the bovine herd. At the most, you'll find some fresh dung. No treasures or artifacts of bygone ages here. What fate could have befallen such a place, as to leave no trace? Come closer, and I will show you...

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