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- Archmaster of Skillfull Ink Slinging

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Alastor Greyson

A young man, disowned by his family, traveling the world in an attempt to redeem himself with his musical talent and his prowess with a sword.

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.

BRS Gwynith

The BRS Gwynith is an air ship of the Byrlothian Resistance. She is sentient, needing no crew to fly or man her, though she generally has a crew aboard for doing repairs and to go where she cannot.

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“ A simple flag, faded by time and sun, tattered and worn by untold years flying from the pole of a bannerman, passing hands from officer to officer, from one generation to another. It is a humble symbol of great importance, and greater inspiration to those who see it. Soldiers become heros filled with espirit de corps, enemies loose their nerve and fire. It is not an enchanted item, but a powerful item still...”

Scrasamax

“ If it was a castle, it was the strangest one he had ever seen. He of course saw the main tower - taller than anything he had seen outside of Stoneholt, the spire looked fragile and was topped by a glassed-in chamber. The outer wall was so gently sloped that it would have only stopped a horde of hobbling old men, an able-bodied soldier could stride up to its crest with little effort. Within one saw a huge, nearly perfect bowl-shaped area with the base of the tower in the centre, covered in hundreds of mirrors. ---- This structure is a massive solar collector designed by the Wizard-King Aardwal in centuries past. He used the concentrated light in his investigations into the magic of light, and in the fashioning of flash crystals.”

valadaar

“ In a small inn (the more remote the better), a man turns up dead. There are no wounds on his body what-so-ever, and he aboslutely reeks of garlic. The man died of a curse that forced him to eat a clove of garlic a day or suffer the penalty. This gets really interesting if the body somehow appears on top of a someone the villagers are suspcious of.”

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