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- High Scholar of Slipping Logic

For Next Level: 1455xp of 3925xp complete.
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Lifeforms | 85xp

Girsh

Rabbit-leonine like grass dwellers, for flavour

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Lifeforms | 155xp

Vastid

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

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Blydwyn potion

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

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“ During big fights in the arena or gladitorial ring between two well known or important warriors. When one looses and dies, the crowd throws copper coins into the arena for the slain warrior to take with them on their passage of death. This is to make their passage and afterlife richer and less troubled. It is a sign of respect.”
Mourngrymn
“ 'The world has an immovable dark red sun in the centre of the sky that produces very little light. The heat is totally unbearable and the aroma of delicious cooking meat is in the air. To look around it appears as though you are surrounded by giant black mountains with no vegetation anywhere. The ground is soft and an oily liquid flows into your footprints. Travelling reveals nothing else.' Any character without some resistance to fire or heat is slowly being cooked. The ground if you haven't guessed it is the cooked meat. I've wanted this world to be part of a dimensional hopping 'chase'. I thought maybe to populate this world with giant carnivorous beetles or perhaps this could be a 'Nirvana' for deceased or living (but dimension travelling) fire dragons. Perhaps I've just been grilling a little too much meat or perhaps there are some great ideas out there on how to spruce up the place. Any suggestions?”
Redgre
“ The PCs are making their way from village to village across a rural hinterland, when they spot a weird sign along a farmstead's fence, with an arrow pointing to the actual farmstead. 'CRAZY DANCING HOES!!' If they investigate, a rather sedate local farmer, explains to them that for a mere two coppers, they can witness the show for themselves. The show involves six ordinary, animated hoes 'dancing' on a makeshift stage, as the farmer accompanies them by slapping his thighs to keep the beat, and playing on his flute. If asked how the trick is accomplished the farmer demurs, not wanting to share his 'secret'. 'If you can get Old Man Purkiss to tell you how he gets his cows to spout poetry, I'll tell you how I make my hoes dance.' In reality, this minor encounter can lead to the PCs discovering that some localized, magical effect is active in the area. All kinds weird phenomena seem to occur in these parts. Perhaps the PCs have finally found the ley-line of mana energy that they have been searching for! The party's wizard gets excited.”
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