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- High Lord Scribe of Mastered Illuminations

For Next Level: 23475^xp of 74645^xp complete.

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Ylithain, the Drowned Queen

Sing to me and I shall write, on lilies, poetry of the night.

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Locations | 130^xp

Sil'Tessa - a jewel clad in ice

A fey kingdom fallen, with winter triumphant. A dream frozen, to be thawed by might and heroic deed.

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Items | 150^xp

Scorpio 2.4 Hovertank

A sleek design that fits a considerable punch into a slim package, the Scorpio is a Hovertank hated by both sides of a conflict, for different reasons.

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“ Look into the eyes of a stranger and he is your father.”

Stealth

“ On route from Geli to Nekrass the characters meet a peasant boy on the road. He's wandering in the direction from which they've just come. If this seems a little bit incongruous, they may wish to ask him a few questions. He's perfectly willing to talk: he's called Lamish and he's run away because he knows he is the heir to the throne of Geli and his parents didn't believe him. How far is his home? About five weeks walk from here. How much has he eaten? Nothing. Has he drunk? Only from the filthy roadside ditches. In short, it's a wonder he is still alive. And yet he seems perfectly healthy. Is he a thief, waiting for travellers to trick? Is he lying because there's something more sinister under all of this? Is he telling the truth? And anyway, what should the characters do? Do you take him to Geli? Do you try to find his parents? Or leave him to make his own way?”

ephemeralstability

“ A society in which people believe that the hundreds of stars that dot the sky are the dreams of the sleeping. When the sun goes down, and the people of the world rest, the dreams begin to seed the sky, disappearing in the morning as the populace awakes once more. It could be just a folk tale, or it could be real...”

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