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- Archmaster of Skillfull Ink Slinging

For Next Level: 2020^xp of 5190^xp complete.

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The Lairdlands

The Lairdlands of today are a peaceful seaming region of dairies, sprawling farmlands, and pastures of horses and cattle in the sunlight.

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Items | 245^xp

30 Bottles of Wine

No nose, hardly any body, a terrible wine, really.

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Dungeons | 200^xp

The Spider Wall Trap

Consider your grip and consider just how important the iron spikes and 10 foot pole are.

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“ In the middle of a desert in an oasis is a single prospering oak tree. Near the tree is a large pool of water. Drinking from the water is said to give you eternal life but really only extends your life for as long as you continue drinking from it. Those that have found it and left, have never found it again. Some search for it still.”

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“ The Single creature game> Where there is only one type of Creature to fight other than humans Werewolf> This is one I've worked on a little>there would be one common one and then regional variation Gnoll> racial differences like humans only a little more severe. Dragon> you could make them more common and w a lot of younger ones”

Aramax

“ The PCs have travelled long and far. As nightfall approaches a mighty storm is unleashed. Luckily there is a lush wood nearby the path. A good shelter for the rage of the unnamed weather gods it seams at first. As the PCs enter under the roof of this dense wood, they are welcomed by only a few drops wich is allowed trough the thick forest crown. A fire is offcourse required to warm the weary bones of the travellers. As one of the party is set to the task of collecting firewood the others settle down at a suitable location. But alas, they did not know the perils of this forest. But it seems clear to the rest of the party that something ill is at work as the woodcutters scream echo from afar.”

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