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- Adept Tinkerer of Page Scratching

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The Whispering Tome

This long lost tome has a cover of smooth steel. On its surface a single glowing rune: Aphkwash - A Rune that translates as "Life". The tome whispers whenever someone comes close. The whispers are those of a soft, sensual male. It promises riches. It promises power. It promises eternal life.

Prophetia Divinatione

The "Prophetia Divinatione" is a scroll written on virgin sheepskin parchment. It is sealed shut with a deep blue wax seal bearing the crest of a crown on a shield. It is covered in a thick layer of dust.

Filiwithans House & the Orphanage

On Rose Street, nearby the abandoned orphanage, Filiwithan the reclusive sage lives with his children.

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“ An alloy of iron and iridescent meteoric metal, also known as shadesteel. Weapons forged of this metal cause gangreneous infections almost instantly and sometimes the victims becomes a shambling zombie after death. The material is very vulnerable to fresh water which will cause it to corrode and eventually melt in a period of hours to days.”

Scrasamax

“ A group of humans living in a mountainous area have spent generations mining, drinking home made liquor, and generally not spreading the gene pool around enough. The end result is a sub-race of humans who no longer have necks, rather their heads protrude from the upper portion of the torso between the shoulders. They have beards, and lacking the ability to turn their heads, can only see what they are directly facing. They are simple and to the point, and direct to the point of bluntness.”

Scrasamax

“ Jemas Lorne, the most celebrated poet of the age, was found dead, clutching a fragment of verse torn from his journal. The tantalizing fragment spoke of wealth: Golden sands, empty and cold, Treasure's crypt, forgotten gold. Under stone, ancestor's doom, Noble's prize, troubadour's tomb. Rumours claim that the poet's father, an eccentric nobleman, had hidden much of his wealth before his death. Perhaps the missing journal has more clues?”

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