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Level Title	Highest Master Adept of Fanciful Text

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Ancient Gamer's Hall of Honour Submissions - ( 42 )

Ancient Gamer	Barrow Dragon By: Ancient Gamer Barrow Dragons is a race of lesser dragons, nearly as small as wyverns or about the size of two oxen, that most often make their abode within dark and dry subterranean lairs. Lifeforms Intelligent Species Underground coldforged	by Ancient Gamer 195^xp 9 replies 8530 views 1 HoH
Ancient Gamer	Social Tricks for the GM By: Ancient Gamer This is devoted to those common problems facing a GM. How do you get enough players? What do you do when there is a bad atmosphere within the group? Everyone, please post those tips and tricks that come to mind. There is no one true solution. Different GMs, different solutions. Articles Humor/ Editorial Players	by Ancient Gamer 315^xp 26 replies 9279 views 2 HoHs

“ A Cloak of Shadows that causes mushrooms to grow in its own shadow. A crouching theif might find himself in a ring of poisonous toadstools, an interesting thing for a sentry to find after the thief has left hiding place.”

Scrasamax

“ A young girl with a dirty face and tattered dress stands near the town market offering to sell the PCs freshly cut flowers. They are only a single copper a piece, and smell nice. Perhaps the PCs will be generous with their wealth, or they will not. Great for paranoid parties.”

Scrasamax

“ AutoMedon A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking. 'It's strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its' workings or even if the damn thing is' Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman”

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