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- High Lord Scribe of Mastered Illuminations

For Next Level: 17362xp of 74645xp complete.
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- RANDOM
Locations | 110xp

The Mirrored Plains

A set of land, roughly six hundred meters squared, which has JUST not enough trees to be called woodlands. Though there IS something most curious about these lands. Perhaps the fact it is pure glass.

- RANDOM
Plots | 447xp

The Other Side

Kovel the fighter sat at the bar table with his sorcerous companion, Errat, and and the roguish woman, Vena. Laughing, they raised their drinks to a succesful heist - they were all much richer after robbing and slaying the fat merchant earlier on the road and were celebrating a job well done. But deeds such as this attract the attention of many people.
Some hours into their night, a woman approached the friends with a friendly smile, 'Greetings Kovel. Good eve, Vena and Errat. I wish to have a word with you. Yes, I know your names. We have been watching you for some time, and we like what we see. I am here to offer you a part in something great. And yes; there will be money. You will have power. Come with me; let us talk.'


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Rasp's Elixir

Rasp stood atop a rise, surveying the wasted army below him. His undead minions were feeding now; Zombies and animated Skeletons hunched over human corpses, crunching noisily. A smile pulled over his cadaverous face, threatening to tear skin unaccustomed to such an expression - it was not the corpses' flesh his host were feeding on...

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“ The PCs come across a town with a strange curse: Every morning, those who have grown up here wake up with the memories of someone else. They do not find this strange and have no idea it is happening. They calmly wake up and start these new lives as though they have always been that way. The cause: A wizard who lived there was spurned by a maiden he was infatuated with. His attempt to manipulate her memories into believing they were already together and that she loved him went horribly awry.”
MysticMoon
“ Telepathically linked twins that have the ability to switch places. Literally. They've learned to exploit this 'tag-team' throughly.”
Siren no Orakio
“ A desolate region is almost entirely without normal vegetation. Local plants are able to unroot themselves and crawl along the ground in search of water and fertile soil. The inhabitants fence their crops in to keep them from wandering off and put heavy stone thresholds in the doorways of their huts to keep wayward plants out. The plants sense by chemical cues, lacking sight or hearing, and tend to avoid herbivores or anything that smells of 'dead plants'. Characters with horses are likely to be unwelcome among the locals.”
Wulfhere
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