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Level Title	Highest Master Adept of Fanciful Text

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Ancient Gamer	The Ethenorden By: Ancient Gamer The Ethenorden is a dusk skinned race of nomadic humans that frequent all nations on the Dhargenaas continent, save for populated parts of the province of Silmar and the Obaayn Desert within the Empire. Organizations Ethnic/Cultural Regional coldforged	by Ancient Gamer 225^xp 13 replies 9180 views 2 HoHs
Ancient Gamer	Kandorr's Fine Perfumery By: Ancient Gamer On the intersection of Noble Avenue and First Street lies Kandorr's Fine Perfumery. The shop occupies the entire building which is built in a classical style with majestic marble pillars and stylish stained glass windows. Locations Establishment Any coldforged merchant	by Ancient Gamer 130^xp 5 replies 7414 views 1 HoH

“ What to export or import.... Fabric: wool, linnen, silk... Wood: raw-material, furniture Stone Marble Coal Metals: iron, gold, silver, copper... Wine, beer, mead, spirits... Animals: horses, sheep, swine, cows... Weapons Armour Slaves Salt, spices Cheese Grains Coloring-powder (for fabric, ink...) Yarn Raw-material to make fabric: unprocessed wool, linnen, silk... Leather Glass: Windows, figurines, glasses, raw-material... Shoes, clothes Tobacco Medicines Poison Coins Pottery Musical instruments Tea (not sure about my spelling here, but I mean the hot drink Englishmen drink instead of coffee!) Gem-stones: diamonds... Dried meat Dried fish Dried fruits Flour Chocolate”

ameli_h

“ Sages and naturalists frown at the common name given to these strange creatures by the small folk, but sometimes the silliest nicknames for creatures, places and people persevere in the minds of many. 'Purifiers', 'Pond Jellies', 'Breath-Stealers', 'Lung-Ticklers' and 'River Butterflies' are much less commonly heard appellations for these life forms. Wet Faeries are basically (and simply) a species of fist-sized, fresh-water jellyfish. Several traits steer them toward the peculiar category however. Firstly, Wet Faeries are nearly invisible in the water, much like their marine cousins but even more so. One can swim in a river swarming with these critters and not even notice their presence. Secondly, they possess the unique ability to clean and purify whatever body of water they inhabit. They do this via some sort of biological filtration process, sucking in all toxins present in the water, and releasing it back in its purest form. Needless to say, they are both a blessing and a curse to whichever folk dwell beside the rivers and lakes Wet Faeries inhabit. On one hand, no purer water can be found anywhere than a Wet Faerie lake or pond, and yet, in 'pure' water 'life' tends in fact to die out, lacking the needed nutrients to prosper. Thirdly, their 'sting' is (unfortunately) virulently poisonous to all mammalians. Wet Faeries are loathe to sting anyone or anything, using their barbed fronds as a last line of defense, but if stung, most swimmers will suffer respiratory arrest, and die within minutes, usually drowning before they can make it back to shore. Alchemists, druids, and less savory characters have studied these creatures over the years, and have predictably found all the ways Wet Faeries could be exploited. Morbidly humorous, some bards find it, that the Poisoners and Assassins Guilds as well as the Healer's Union, all prize these creatures. The assassins use the extracted venom in obvious fashion, while the priests and healers use the still-living jelly-fish to sterilize other poison potions and to cure those already poisoned on death's door. It is known that a certain Earl Von Trumble keeps his vast castle moat stocked with Wet Faeries, the waters so clear that every bone of every one of his past enemies can be clearly seen on the bottom, twenty two feet below.”

Murometz

“ A tribal society which lives on the harsh Northern Plains consider it dishonourable to slay an enemy without looking it full in the face. Any missile weapon is treated with derision and contempt, while rangers and other archers are denied entrance to the tribal villages.”

StrangeLands