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- Archmaster of Skillfull Ink Slinging

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Engine Prototype #4 (Catastroph)

Engine Prototype #4 was built as a siege weapon to break the standstill while trying to breach the Elven city of Cullebra. It's new offensive system dubbed the Arcane Mortar , is viewed as one of the most destructive forces in all Terescence.

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The Floating Island of Toril

It's a flying city which hosts a school of ancient technology...

The Mad Prophet Aldiel

There are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.
—(Terry Pratchett, Small Gods)

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“ '...The people of the Dalaben Fens have a custom heretical to our superior Zodashan faith, in which they place their dead upon the grass roofs of their stilt-houses. It is said that they do this because they used to bury their dead before the great Judgement, in which their home became the swamp which it is today.'-Sir Edrosh Metorva, 'The Barbarian Lands of the East, Volume X.'”

CaptainPenguin

“ A world where the minds of the rich and the dying are transferred into the bodies of convicted felons.”

Forganthus

“ Idea from the Aeneid. Could make an intriguing encounter when searching for firewood...'Quite near there happened to be a mound of earth, at the highest part of which were growing thickets of cornel and a dense cluster of spiky myrtle-stems. I went up there and tried to wrench the green growth from the ground to provide a leafy covering for our altar. There I was confronted by a horrible and astounding miracle. For from the first bush which I tried to break off...blood oozed in dark drops, fouling the earth with its spots...A piteous moan came from the base of the mound and I heard a human voice answering me: 'Why, Aeneas, must you rend a poor sufferer? I am buried here...for I am Polydorus. Here death overpowered me in a crop of piercing iron-pointed spears. And so a crop resembling javelins has grown over me...''”

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