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- High Scholar of Slipping Logic

For Next Level: 1455xp of 3925xp complete.
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Lifeforms | 185xp

Balarian Mountain Goats

They hop, they bleat. They shed their skins.

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Blydwyn potion

Made out of the tail-hairs of a Girsh. Enhances perception.

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Vastid

Vastids - man-maimers who live in contaminated water areas and Balrin Algae.

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“ A wand that can be used once a day to stop Time for thirty seconds.Enough time to take a weapon or a wizard's staff, dodge a fireball,get a head start whilst running away,ect.”
Cheka Man
“ A plague is spreading trough the lands, the plague is actually an old woman carrying a stick. She walks from farm to farm spreading the plague. Can the PCs stop her without getting infected.”
Michael Jotne Slayer
“ The party has found the source of the strange creatures roaming the countryside. The rift in this reality glows with a silver hue, rippling with the wind but never moving. They step through and are immediately assaulted with the scent of rotting meat, some have to muster all their strength not to vomit. Strange cries similar to the beasts the party had faced before can be heard in the distance. Looking around, they see they are in a forest of grey and red rather than the normal brown and green. The trees are sticky to the touch and writhe, perhaps to get away or perhaps as a warning. The deeper the party goes, the more the forest seems to slither and move underfoot. The cries get closer and more numerous. Creatures lurk in the shadows, all the same color of their surroundings. Whatever the party came in here for, they had better do it fast. The forest of flesh is waking up, and it is so very hungry.”
Kid Cannibal
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