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- Archmaster of Skillfull Ink Slinging

For Next Level: 355^xp of 5190^xp complete.

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Corticus the Strong

Ppoor little Corticus, born much smaller then the other fauns. Someone needs to help him out, someone needs to build him up...

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NPCs | 60^xp

Sicillia the Griffin Tamer

Very few carry the griffin tamer bloodline, and those that do, are given a remarkable gift...

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NPCs | 35^xp

Iziah Ph'rrall

Most people wake up in the morning hoping something interesting will happen today, Iziah just hopes to wake up in the morning...

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“ A wild species, vinus homophagus, more akin to sea-grape rather than the terrestrial variety, is not a monster despite its fanciful name. The grapes, a deep purple color when in bloom, and oozing dewdrops of perspiration, like the most prized and delectable of drinking wine grapes, do however deserve their moniker. Wine made from this fruit, is deadly to most humanoids, as is the raw berry if plucked and eaten from the vine. It is the unnatural chemical concoction found within the fruit's tart skin, which gives the man-eating grape its name. The chemical stew found inside each berry, functions as a necrotic agent, the same as found in some species of venomous snakes. The grapes literally eat their victims from the inside out, via cell death, melting and destroying the organs in quick succession. The tribes of Pra-Oohk Crater, of the jungles of Ghlush are known to sell the fermented 'wine' of this grape to merchants of distant lands. Sadly, the taste of the concoction is divine when first quaffed, and even worse, the man-eating grape wine will never detect as poisonous via mundane means, its horrid natures somehow masking all attempts. Luckily the man-eating grapes are extremely rare, and endemic to humid jungles.”

Murometz

“ The PCs are setting up camp at the end of their first day of walking through the Esh-Inel Mountains, when they hear in the distance a low rumbling, like thunder. It grows progressively louder until it echoes off the mountainous bowls around them, then dies away again. At its worst the ground starts trembling. It happens every day at this time, and it is the noise of the Great Carts on the dwarfish underways returning home after a day mining, laden with many tons of ore.”

ephemeralstability

“ Stinging nettles with a deadly sting that kills within minutes if the person who is stung cannot be healed.”

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