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Ranisha Mikacado

Ranisha was born into a village but was abused.. She is shy and tends to stay away from people, but when around she is very humble and kind to them. Yet.. There is a secret about her.

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“ On a planet with an ammonia atmosphere, that is inhabited by intelligent aliens, the police carry oxygen spray, that has the same effect on that planet that pepper spray does here.”
Cheka Man
“ Inside a mad scientists laboratory the PCs find a short creature with smooth, oily and whale like skin. The head is faceless and smooth also. But hundreds of white eyes on the PCs from the fat belly of this creature. The PCs are about to kill it as it speaks to them in a feeble but intelligent voice, asking them to pour the contents of a green vial on it. Will they do so? And if so, what will happen?”
Michael Jotne Slayer
“ A party of adventurers walk along late on an open plain, on a moonless night. Abruptly, War screams, the clanging of metal and death-cries are heard. It is an open plain, and nothing is seen, but the sound of a huge battle is all about them. The sounds continue for a half hour before stopping as suddenly as they started. What was it? Perhaps the ghouls of a long-gone battle, reliving their unfortunate last memories...”
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