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- Thane Adept of Plentiful Musings

For Next Level: 1017xp of 2955xp complete.
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The Song of Sorrow

The bard tuned his lyre for the 5th time. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Ancient eyes greeted him. This would be his last performance, it had to be perfect.

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NPCs | 135xp

Tlilpotonqui (Tleel po TON k)

The party had driven the beasts to the edge of the cliffs, the kill was swift. Tlilpotonqui smiled broad and warm. It had been a fine day. His smile faded as he spied the crescent Moon already hanging delicately in the sky. The west was fading to pinks and golds. In his excitement, he had forgotten the time. He fell back, letting the party get well ahead, and turned towards the cliffs. As the last rays of the Sun faded he dove towards the rocky waters below...

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NPCs | 165xp

Tepiltzin (tay PiL tsEn)

The jaguar stood at the door of the temple. The smell of blood from within assailed his keen senses. He placed one paw, and then another, over the threshold. The priest walked to the door, as the sun's light faded, and greeted the warrior Tepiltzin.

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Wulfhere
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Murometz
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