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Level Title	High Scholar of Slipping Logic

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Anteaus	Aetherschreiber By: Anteaus If one listens to the aether, one can hear the vibrations traveling through space. If one listens carefully one can hear what is said. - Lord Caasi on Aetherschreibers Items Tools Non-Magical philosopher's mercury device	by Anteaus 205^xp 12 replies 9251 views
Anteaus	Aquaverso By: Anteaus The boat floats on what? Air, the Aquaverso makes it float on air. Items Materials Non-Magical philosopher's mercury device	by Anteaus 70^xp 16 replies 10501 views
Anteaus	Philosopher's Mercury By: Anteaus 12 years ago: When Lord Caasi turns his restless mind to the ancient art of alchemy, he unleashes Philosopher's Mercury, a primal source of matter and a key to manipulating the four elements of Danmatum, Lux, Phlegm and Gas Items Materials Non-Magical alchemy	by Anteaus 215^xp 13 replies 8669 views
Anteaus	Withholding Cup By: Anteaus Wanting to hide things in the open, Phillip made this magical cup. Items Home/ Personal Magical	by Anteaus 35^xp 9 replies 6702 views
Anteaus	Coalescelation Staff By: Anteaus Needing to speed up magical item creation, Phillip Thornblood made this staff to glue, bind, weld, melt, or even smash things together. Items Wand/Staff/ Arcane Magical staff	by Anteaus 55^xp 5 replies 5817 views
Anteaus	Phillip Thornblood By: Anteaus A suspicious mage with a taste for making things. NPCs Minor Mystical	by Anteaus 40^xp 10 replies 6574 views

“ An enhanted purse that provides money, but at the cost of luck..”

valadaar

“ Elven prison sentences even for small offenses seem very long to humans, but this is not because their rulers are draconian, but because elves live so long that a six year sentence, for example, is like a six week one in human terms.Humans in Elven countries are well advised to behave themselves”

Cheka Man

“ 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