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- Archmaster of Skillfull Ink Slinging

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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...

The Everlasting Cantine

A small round cantine, that is strapped around its wearer with a leather strip. It has the ability to never run dry. It will be able to contain any type of liquid such as acid or lava. It will also never run out.

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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“ AutoMedon A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking. 'It's strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its' workings or even if the damn thing is' Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman”

Jarons20

“ There is a land where every person wears spectacles. Those without eyeglasses are considered to be the lowest stratum of society, so adventurers without glasses are treated like outcastes. It certainly would explain those heroes wearing sunglasses for no apparent reason...”

Wulfhere

“ A young girl with a dirty face and tattered dress stands near the town market offering to sell the PCs freshly cut flowers. They are only a single copper a piece, and smell nice. Perhaps the PCs will be generous with their wealth, or they will not. Great for paranoid parties.”

Scrasamax