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XP	2,555
Level	9
Level Title	Guild Master of Idea Hounding

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B9anders	The nobility of magic By: B9anders What is the justification for the nobility? Some appeal divine authority. In one world however, being of noble blood really does elevate you above the common rabble. By virtue of magical aptitude. Organizations Political Trans World	by B9anders 260^xp 18 replies 7193 views 3 HoHs
B9anders	The Shining Path By: B9anders The Shining Path - a non-deitific religious path in a world full of deities. Organizations Religious Regional eran	by B9anders 215^xp 11 replies 11566 views 2 HoHs

“ A corpse lays at the side of the road, or path. The man has been robbed of everything but a few tattered pieces of clothing. It looks like the scavengers have been working on him for a few days. The smell is ghastly. What dangers lay ahead?”

Scrasamax

“ Rain slowly builds, thunder and lightning continue to roll in. Road muddies, horse/wagon getting stuck in the mud. Thunder strikes coinciding with a deep hole a horse just walked in, horse panics, breaks its leg (maybe just sprain?). Horse is decompacitated and the rain just went from pouring to an all out monsoon. Shelter needs to be found, horse needs to be taken care of, covered in mud, add the posibility of items being lost to the confusion with the wind and dealing with spooked animals.”

Strolen

“ The Pcs discover an ancient, dusty oil lamp, somewhere in the bowels of a dungeon. Naturally they 'rub it', and out pops a wizened, old djinn. So far so good. Then it speaks... 'Ah at last, at last I am free! Now grant me my wish!' When the PCs explain that they are the ones that should be granted a wish, the malignant djinn explains to them that his particular oil-lamp has a curse placed upon it. Whomsoever releases the entity inside shall be geased to grant the djinn's wish to the best of their ability. Groans ensue from the party. The djinn rubs his wrinkled hands, grins, and proceeds to name his wish. What could it be?”

Murometz